Well, shit. He would be a fool to say no to that. For the second time, he swept her up in his arms, and she squealed.

“A little warning next time,” she huffed as he took her upstairs.

“You said faster. And this is faster than walking.”

He’d barely set her down on the bed before her top was thrown off to the side and her pajama bottoms kicked off. Keiran nearly tripped while removing his boxers because, sweet Jesus, Cherisse wasn’t in the mood to wait. Her finger was already rubbing at the center of her thong. “Come take these off. Now.”

So goddamn bossy. He loved it, and he loved the little sounds he wrenched from her, loved the crescendo of it as she got louder with every touch and stroke. In the end, he did make her scream, but it was the way she snuggled up next to him, head on the pillow she’d dragged into his lap as she sighed, that was nearly his undoing.

At the risk of losing a limb, he took a chance and stroked her hair away from her face. Eyes still closed, cheeks flushed, and breath a bit ragged, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“I can feel you looking at me, weirdo.”

“Do you think people will notice we’re gone?”

“Probably.” She yawned. “Don’t care.”

“Do you want me to leave?” It was a reasonable question. Snuggling wasn’t exactly part of their casual sex deal. Or was it? They hadn’t exactly hashed out a list of Dos and Don’ts.

“What I want you to do is shush while I snooze. If you want to leave, that’s up to you.”

“Wow, sex really mellows you out, huh?”

Her finger unerringly found the one place between his ribs where he was ticklish and poked at it.

“Hey!”

“Shut. Up.”

His phone rang from somewhere on the floor, and Cherisse groaned. “Maybe you should leave,” she grumbled.

“That’s Eric. I should get that.”

Cherisse got up from his lap, pillow and all, and flopped back down onto the bed as he got up to search for his phone.

“How many squats you gotta do to get an ass like that?” Cherisse asked, and he looked over his shoulder to see her eyes dipped low.

He chuckled as he retrieved his phone. “Too damn many.”

“Hey, where are you?” Eric asked.

“Um.” Keiran met Cherisse’s gaze as she waited for his reply. She turned onto her side, hand on her cheek to prop herself up. “Cherisse wasn’t feeling well, so I offered to take her home.”

“I hope she’s okay.”

“What’s happening? Is Cherry alright?” Ava piped up in the background. Dammit. The last thing they needed was them worrying enough to come over here.

“Yeah, she’s okay. Really. Just probably tired. I sent her straight to bed.”

Cherisse’s grin turned naughty, fingers trailing down her side, drawing Keiran’s eyes to the curve of her hips then down between her legs.