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“I am not discussing my sex life with my grandmother.”
“Fine, fine. Keep secrets.” She pulled into the parking lot of the Friday Harbor Pharmacy. “But remember, Skylar—your heart knows what it wants. Trust it.”
I looked at her, this tiny, formidable woman who had always been my fiercest defender and most honest critic. “I do trust it. That’s what scares me.”
“Good. Fear means you care. You’re taking this seriously.” She turned off the engine and fixed me with a steady gaze. “Now go get your pill. Then we’ll get breakfast.”
Chapter 14
Ryker
I watched the door close behind Skylar with a feeling of sinking dread.
Her hasty exit left a strange emptiness in the room. Kiaan sat beside me on the bed, still naked and glowing from our lovemaking, his dark eyes following my gaze to the door. I reached for his hand, threading our fingers together, finding comfort in the solid warmth of his skin against mine.
“She’ll come back,” I said, though the uncertainty in my voice betrayed me.
Kiaan nodded, squeezing my hand. “Of course she will. It’s her house. And she’s really into us.”
We sat in silence for a few moments, the weight of what we’d just shared settling between us. Outside, I heard the faint soundof car doors and an engine starting, confirming that Skylar had indeed left the property. The worry gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside.
“Come on,” I tugged Kiaan to his feet. “We’re a mess. Let’s shower.”
His lips quirked in that familiar half-smile that made my chest tighten. “Back to the scene of the crime, huh?”
I led him down the hallway to the tiny bathroom, our naked bodies bumping together in the narrow space. The familiarity of his skin against mine still felt new, electric, but also somehow right, like we’d been meant to touch each other all along.
“Remember the last time we were trapped in here together?” I asked, turning on the shower and testing the water temperature with my hand.
“How could I forget?” Kiaan laughed, stepping in behind me as steam began to fill the small space. “I walked in on you thinking Skylar was inviting me in for some sexy fun, and then the fucking doorknob fell off.”
I cackled. “I still think that would have ended with a throat punch if it had been her.” The warm water cascaded over us, and I pulled Kiaan closer, his lean body fitting perfectly against mine. “And we sat on the floor for hours, talking about Skylar.”
“And eating those pastries.”
“You never did explain why you thought pastries in the shower would be a good idea.”
“She loves snacks. The treats were to distract her from throat-punching me, obviously.”
We both burst out laughing as Kiaan reached for the shampoo, squeezing some into his palm before working it into my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp with surprising gentleness, the sensation making me close my eyes in pleasure.
“If someone had told me that in a few days I’d be fucking you while Skylar watched, I would’ve thought they were insane.” The memory of being inside him, of watching his face as he took me deep, sent a pulse of heat through my groin. “Though I completely wanted to fuck you that day. In your cute boxer briefs.”
Kiaan’s hands stilled for a moment. “Do you regret it? What just happened?”
I opened my eyes, finding his face inches from mine, water droplets clinging to his lashes. “Not for a second,” I said firmly, cupping his face in my hands. “What about you?”
Instead of answering, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was different from our earlier desperate passion—slower, more deliberate, a confirmation rather than a question. I tasted the water between us, felt the slick slide of his tongue against mine, and surrendered to the perfection of this moment.
When we broke apart, his eyes held mine with an intensity that stole my breath. “I never thought I’d want a man like this,” he admitted. “But it works with you.”
Something warm and fierce expanded in my chest. I turned him, pushing him gently against the shower wall, and took the soap from its dish. “Let me wash you. Clean up the mess I made of you,” I murmured, working the bar between my hands until lather formed.
I started at his shoulders, sliding my hands over the lean muscle there, down his arms, across his chest. His nipples hardened under my touch, and he let out a soft sound that shot straight to my cock. I continued lower, over his flat stomach, around to the small of his back, down to the curve of his ass. Every inch of him felt like territory I’d been meant to explore, to claim.
“Where do you think she went?” Kiaan asked suddenly, his voice tight with concern.
I paused, my hands still on his hips. “I don’t know. She seemed... upset. But like she was trying to hide it.”
