I ran my hand over his stubble, one that I liked feeling whenever we did kiss since that was all we’d done in a long time. In fact, I was tired of not having him in ways I wanted him. He’d evaded every teasing touch I’d given when I tried to reach past his waistband with a chuckle and one word of “Soon.”

Soon had better be tonight because I was ready to feel all of him inside me.

Fuck me, I sounded like a horndog, but I couldn’t help it. I was so damn horny.

“Are you goin’?”

He grinned. “Yes.”

“It doesn’t look like it,” I teased.

“I will. You have West and Lucas dropping by today.”

“I know. I do remember things.”

His brows rose, and I flicked his nose. “I do, asshole.”

He snorted. “All right then.” With another quick peck, he straightened and walked toward the door. “Behave yourself.”

“I always do.”

“Not when you’re around West and Lucas.”

I laughed. “We’re talkin’ about the same West and Lucas, right?”

He turned and nodded. “We are. I’ve known Lucas all my life. The little shit was always up to somethin’. He might be quiet and shy, but he’s a mastermind underneath all that. West… I’m not too sure about. But if he’s friends with my brother, I need to be wary.”

Rolling my eyes, I flicked my hand his way, then slowly sat up. “We’ll be fine. Hell, I feel like a stay-at-home kept woman with her friends coming over for coffee while my man goes off to work.”

Chuckling to myself, I rested back against the headboard and glanced over to Zion when he hadn’t said anything. His eyes darkened, and he clipped, “Say it again.”

My brows dipped when confusion swept over me. “What?”

“That I’m your man.”

My heart skipped a beat and sped off with my pulse. “You’re my man.”

He stalked back over to the bed. I leaned forward eagerly, waiting for his mouth, only he grabbed the back of my hair and tilted my head back in a hard grip. “I am yours. It means you’re mine as well.”

I gave him a teasing smile. “I thought we’d known this since I can’t seem to get rid of you.”

He shook his head, a smirk playing at his lips. “You’d never want to get rid of me.”

He was right. I wouldn’t.

With a wink, he leaned in, kissed my neck, and walked toward the door again. “See you later,” he called.

“Later.” I shot him a chin lift before he moved out and shut the door behind him. I probably had about half an hour to eat, shower, and get dressed before Wendy came in and fussed over me. I didn’t have it in me to tell her I didn’t need her assistance. She liked helping, and eventually, I wouldn’t be living under their roof where she could give it so freely. Plus, I did enjoy having a mother who cared enough to dote on me.