Kiro’s Emily (Rosemary Beach #10)(14)
Author: Abbi Glines

I lifted my head and saw my beautiful angel on her knees, with red eyes and tears soaking her face. She was holding on to my arm tightly, as if she refused to let go.

“I’m not leaving you. Ever. The only way to get rid of me is to throw me out and swear you never want to see me again. You, Kiro Manning, are worth it. You’re worth so much.”

I opened my arms, and she let out a loud sob as she threw herself into them and clung to me. I wrapped her up tightly and buried my head in her neck and inhaled. She smelled like honey. So fucking sweet.

“I won’t ever ask you to leave. I need you,” I said against her neck.

“Good. Because I need you, too.”

I tightened my hold on her and fell back against the sofa, cradling her in my arms. She wasn’t leaving me. She wanted to stay. She wanted me. How did I manage to get an angel to stay with me? I’d done nothing right in this world. I’d fucked up more lives than I could count.

“You did the right thing today. Pushing me away,” I told her, as I ran my hands over her hair, letting the silky strands slide through my fingers. I had left her room knowing I had no right to touch her like I had. She was too good for me.

“Did I?” she replied.

“Yeah, you did. I don’t deserve you.”

She tilted her head back and stared up at me. The tears had stopped, but her face was still damp. I hated knowing she had cried for me. I never wanted her to cry. “I was afraid I’d lose you if we did anything,” she whispered.

Lose me? She thought she’d lose me? God, did she still not get it? I was done. She was it. Even if this was all she gave me, the rest of my fucking life, I would be happy. I had her. “I would have become more insane about you than I already am, but losing me? Fuck, Emily, nothing you could do would make me not want you.”

She bit her bottom lip and frowned. I watched her think that through. When her bottom lip was finally freed from her teeth, I wanted to lick it, but I wasn’t sure I was allowed. “It would make things awkward between us. How could we be friends then?”

“By awkward, do you mean I wouldn’t be able to let you out of bed or shower by yourself?”

She chuckled and shook her head no.

“Then explain that, angel, because I’m confused as fuck.”

“I mean . . . if we slept together, then what would happen when you had other girls here . . . and I had to see it? You would feel awkward, I think, and I might not be able to handle it.”

Holy fuck.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her over me so that she was facing me. Her legs were straddling my lap, and if she sank down, my dick would be snuggled up tight against her pussy. Shoving that thought aside, I cupped her face. I needed her to understand me and fucking believe me.

“Emily, if I were to fuck you, then that would be it for me. No one else. A man can’t go to heaven with an angel and be satisfied with anything else again. I’d need your pussy and your pussy only. If you’d let me in, then yeah, it would have been awkward, because you would have become mine. Completely. That might have been awkward for you.”

Her eyes were wide as she listened to me.

I wasn’t holding back with her anymore. I was done with that shit. She needed to know it all. I had let her in, and I wasn’t keeping her out anymore. Not about anything.

“You don’t just want to sleep with me one time, then?” she asked, as her small tongue came out and wet her lips.

I rested my forehead on hers. “In this lifetime, I will never get enough of you.”

“Will you still feel that way in the morning when you’re sober?” she asked.

I smiled and pulled her back to my chest. She was right. I was drunk, but that had nothing to do with this. “Why don’t you stay right here in my arms tonight, and when we wake up in the morning, you can ask me that again,” I replied.

She glanced at the floor underneath us and then back at me. “You want to sleep on the floor?”

I lifted her and set her on the sofa behind me. “No, I want to sleep on the sofa,” I said, as I crawled up onto the soft leather and pulled her down to curl up against my side. She reached up and took the white fur blanket that was thrown over the back and covered us both with it.

“Good night, Kiro.”

“Best fucking night of my life, angel,” I assured her. Because it was.

Emily

He was awake. I sensed it without opening my eyes. The warm, hard body that held me tightly hadn’t run away this morning. Part of me had expected him to. All the things he had said last night were hard to accept, but I wanted to believe him.

“I’m here. Open your eyes, and stop thinking about everything.”

Kiro’s voice made me shiver. The warmth from his breath was on my neck, and all those parts of me that he seemed to awaken were very excited.

I peeked at him, and he chuckled. Then he pressed a kiss to my nose. “Fucking adorable,” he whispered.

I wasn’t sure I liked being adorable. That didn’t sound like someone who could keep Kiro Manning’s interest. He liked sexy. I had seen him in action, and I knew what he was attracted to. I was not it.

“No frowning. Stop thinking. Talk to me,” Kiro said, his voice now concerned.

He wanted us to talk and be open with each other. “Adorable isn’t your type,” I informed him.

The corner of his mouth tilted up as he smirked. “Oh, really? What is my type, exactly?”

I didn’t want to say this out loud. Closing my eyes, I forced the word out. “Sexy.”

“You’re right. I like sexy. I like sexy a fucking lot,” he agreed. Then his hand slipped under my shirt, and I held my breath as he moved it slowly up until it covered one of my breasts. “And this body is so damn sexy it hurts to look at you.”

Oh. OK. Wow.

“Standing in your room in nothing but those little panties and that bra had me so damn needy I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to be buried up inside you. I wanted you naked and crying out in pleasure underneath me. Fucking sexy as hell,” he murmured, as he licked my neck then began tugging my bra down so that I spilled out of the lace cups.

“I love these tits. Best fucking tits in the world,” he growled, and he began to lick my collarbone. I had never been licked before, and I wasn’t sure that was something I ever wanted, but having Kiro’s tongue on me was proving that I did want it. Very much.

He moved my shirt up until my breasts were bared to him. His eyes lit up, and goose bumps covered my arms as he lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. When he pulled on it with his teeth, I cried out and grabbed his head to hold him there. That was good, and I wanted more of it.