Giving me a soft smile, she kissed my neck—it instantly ignited me. “As much as I love coffee, you smell infinitely better. And the bed was cold without you.” She pouted for a half-second, then smiled and kissed me.

Reveling in the feeling of her skin on my lips, I murmured, “How about we go warm it back up?”

She averted her eyes in an expression of demureness that I found absolutely irresistible. Laughing, I pulled her tight and kissed her head. “How about we have coffee, then go search out a new bed. Something large that we can roll around in.”

A coy smile was on her lips when she peeked up at me. “Not too large. My room is only so big.”

“I’m nothing if not sensible,” I answered with a smirk.

She rewarded me with a musical laugh, then placed her soft lips to mine. Heaven. I savored the sweetness a moment, then told her, “I was serious about rewarming my bed though…we’ve got plenty of time.”

Smacking my chest, she moved away from me. “No, we don’t. You know as well as I do that if we go back upstairs, we won’t come down again until it’s time for me to go to work.”

I gave her a look of mock indignation. “Are you saying you would hold me hostage in my own bedroom? Make me have sex with you over and over again?” Changing my face, I gave her a wicked grin. “Because I’m completely fine with that.” I held my wrists together in front of me, ready for her to capture my body…since she had already captured my heart.

Kiera sputtered, her cheeks flaming bright red. “I…no, Kellan…I…I’m gonna finish the coffee.”

Her awkward embarrassment was so cute, so sweet. Half the fun of riling her up was seeing her reaction. But even with how much that amused me, I’d love to see her feel confident and secure enough to throw my sex-filled remarks right back at me. God, that would turn me on. Which might be one of the reasons why she didn’t do it. I was already in a perpetual state of semi-arousal around her. If she started talking like me, well, we’d be just as bad as Anna and Griffin. But was that really a bad thing?

While the coffee brewed, Kiera told me about the art class she was taking with Jenny and Kate. “They’re both really good. Me? Well, I’m…learning.” She frowned after she said it, like she didn’t believe she could be taught.