Page 55 of Riot

He groans and I know he’s hard. “I love you, too,Kitten.”

A tear escapes my eye. This moment — I never expected it. We’ve spent one night together and we’re already declaring our love for one another.

“How?”

“We’re connected,” he murmurs. “It’s never happened to me before.”

“Have you ever said that to anyone?”

“Never. The only person who ever told me was my moth—”He stops, shaking his head.

“Are you close to her?”

He stiffens under my touch and I know right away this is a sore spot. “She died.”

My heart breaks. The sad look on his face tells me all I need to know, and I have to tread lightly. “I’m so sorry.”

“She was an angel. My sister is all I have left, and the man who raised us, Charles. You’ll meet him soon.”

I don’t dare ask about his father, because that panic button inside tells me to keep my trap shut. “I’d like that. Your sister seems nice.”

“She’s a handful, but she’s got a good head on her shoulders.”

“So have you.”

Okay, so this isn’t as scary as I thought it was going to be. We both told each other we love one another, and now we’re getting to know each other.

The tug in my brain that tells me I always fall for the wrong kind of guy can’t torment me here. I’m in my happy place. Maybe we are jumping the gun, but if we both feel the same, then how can that be wrong?

He smiles softly, then shocks me by saying, “You made me hard.”

I bite my bottom lip. “I know.” I move a hand between us to squeeze his cock, straining against the fabric of his jeans. “I’m starting to wonder if this thing ever goes down.”

He smirks. “Not around you.”

“I need to pee.”

“So romantic.”

I laugh. “Yeah, one thing you’ll learn about me is I never say the right thing at the right time. It’s a habit I never grew out of.”

He lets me free. “I’ll go rummage around for something to eat.”

“I have bagels and cream cheese.”

“A woman after my own heart.”

I reluctantly climb off him and go deal with my current hair situation. I groan when I look at myself, and after trying to brush my matted hair out, I give up and tie it in a small ponytail. My hair is a little longer than chin length, so I don’t have much. I also pull on Riot’s t-shirt, then my fluffy robe and wrap it around myself. There’s something about wearing a man’s clothes that turns me on. Well,hisclothes. If he wants it back, he’s going to have to peel it off me.

I wander out into the kitchen and sure enough, he’s hovering over the expansive counter, slathering cream cheese over two toasted bagels.

A man in the kitchen — it’s so sexy. Especially when that man is shirtless and looks like he just stepped out of a men’s fragrance commercial.

“Has anyone ever told you that you could be a model?” I blurt out.

He looks up at me, his brows knitting together as he shakes his head. “Uh, no, funnily enough.”

I sit at one of the stools as he takes my mug out of my hand. I watch as he turns to refill it. “Do you like being in the kitchen?”

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