There’s a nice chaise lounge in the corner over there that I know I’ll sleep on myself while I try to work out how the hell to make this right.
Normally, Mira is hot-as-fuck. But when she’s lying in bed, drowsy as a kitten, she’s something else—still as beautiful, just as stunning, but softer.
She stifles a yawn and looks up at me expectantly.
“It’s generally considered good manners,” she murmurs up at me, “to kiss a lady goodnight after you’ve fucked her senseless.”
Fuck. Why is everything she says so hot?
Obviously, it’s almost as bad a move to kiss her goodnight as it was to fuck her. But she’s looking up at me all soft and warm and expectant and gorgeous.
And wet.
As if she hadn’t already melted my playboy heart.
So, I lean over, and I do it. I claim her lips. I make them mine.
The kiss is good; no, not just good. It’s fucking mind-blowing. Her tongue slides over mine. I can feel her teeth grazing against my lips.
And as for the little moans she makes…
I realize with surprise that the little moans are coming from my mouth as well.
She places her hands behind my head and pulls me in closer. This is too much. Way too fucking much.
And at the same time…this is just right.
We’re both smiling now, our faces close. But there is a twinge of worry and regret behind my smile.
“Do you need anything else?” I whisper in her ear.
She smiles and rolls her body to the side, so it’s pressed against me as I sit on the bed.
“I need you, Owen.”
I stroke my hand across her pink cheek. “You’ve already had me, honey. I meant something like a glass of water?”
“No. I just want you.”
“We just did that, Mira. It was a terrible idea. Mind-blowing, but fucking terrible. Remember?”
“No, not more sex. Although I do want more of that later…” She looks pointedly at the treacherous bulge in my robe. “I need you to sleep next to me. I’m exhausted. You calm me down enough to sleep. And I want to feel your skin on mine.”
She runs her hand along my neck, undoing me.
How can I resist that? Fuck, I have to resist it. But can I?
I’m tired, too, I reason. I may as well sleep somewhere more revitalizing than a chaise.
And she needs me right now.
We’ll just sleep.
We won’t do anything naughty or dirty. Nothing unwholesome. Just an uncle—a half-step-uncle—and his half-step-niece, sleeping side by side.
We’re both already tired out enough as it is.
“Come on.” She rubs her hands down my robed back.