Once we were in my room, I climbed straight under the covers without putting a scrap of clothing on. SJ hovered by the edge of the bed, adorably uncertain, his dick still half erect.

“This feels … improper, Jemma,” he muttered, bemused.

I wrinkled my nose at him with a teasing grin. “Oh, come on. We’ve just done much more improper things than a bit of skin-to-skin snuggling.” I pulled the covers away from his side of the bed—wow, I was already referring to it as his side—and wiggled my backside. “In you hop, I’ve got plenty back here to keep you nice and toasty.”

SJ pinched the bridge of his nose, but a chuckle burst out of him, and with a huff, he slid between the covers. Immediately his cock tucked up between my butt cheeks.

“Well, I don’t think there’ll be much sleeping going on tonight,” I murmured, wriggling back against him. He hissed but did nothing to put space between us as he pulsed between my cheeks.

“I have not had this little control over myself since I was a teenage devil,” he mumbled against my hair.

“Is that because you’re a deviant now?” I teased. “Naughty Satan Junior, getting his rocks off on boning the little human?” Not that I could talk—I had absolutely gotten my rocks off, more times than I could keep count of.

Those tender parts of me throbbed in reminder of just how many orgasms he’d given me.

“No, Mouse. It’s because I have … feelings … when it comes to you.”

I stilled, barely daring to breathe. Was this happening? Were we having the serious conversation now, despite my valiant attempts to keep things light and smutty?

My heart thundered, and before I could think twice, I was twisting to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding onto him like he was my lifeline.

“I have feelings for you, too,” I admitted, my mouth brushing against his collarbone as I spoke. He stiffened against me.

“You … you do?” He sounded utterly shocked by my words.

“Of course I do, you silly devil! How could I not?” I leaned back to search those silver eyes of his. His brow furrowed, and I had the desperate urge to lean up and smooth that little crease between his eyebrows with my lips.

“Because I was trying to steal your soul, Mouse,” he muttered.

Yep! Serious conversation incoming whether I liked it or not. I took a deep breath to ready myself, then blew it out.

“But you’ve also done so many other sweet and kind and … hold on!” I gasped, my fingers digging into his impressive biceps. “That was past tense!”

“I don’t follow …”

A smile crept over my face. “You just said, ‘I was trying to steal your soul’! Because you don’t want to anymore, do you? Because you … have feelings for me?”