“You sleep okay?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he answered. “You?”

“Yeah.”

He moved in and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he slid his temple along mine and moved away.

I liked it when he did that. There was a tenderness to it that I’d never experienced and my dad could be very tender.

Even if I liked it, I still didn’t get why he did it.

So I asked quietly, “What is that?”

“Don’t know, but had to guess, wolf,” he replied.

“Wolf?”

“Marking,” he stated, and I got it because it made sense.

“It’s sweet,” I told him.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Sweeter for me, because when I do it, I can smell my scent on you. No one else can, but at least for me it claims you as mine.”

God, I liked that.

I grinned and shifted closer.

Abel slid his arm around me and pulled me even closer.

I thought this might lead to something, but he said, “We should probably get up and go have breakfast with Jian-Li and your dad.”

“What time is it?”

“Going on seven.”

I shook my head. “Dad doesn’t wake up until at least ten, even if he has a night that’s early for him, like last night,” I told him.

His expression changed and I felt that change trailing over my skin and gathering between my legs right before he rolled on me so he was covering me.

Oh yeah.

I slid my hands up the skin on either side of his spine as his hand lifted, sifting, then tangling in the side of my hair.

“We gotta talk,” he announced.

I blinked.

“Talk?”

At my reaction, he grinned an arrogant grin that didn’t glide over my skin but did gather between my legs before he muttered, “My pussycat wants my dick.”

Well, yeah. He was good at what he did with it and it wasn’t like I’d kept that knowledge from him.

I decided not to share what he already knew and only mumbled, “Uh…”

“I’ll give it to you, bao bei, but we can’t spend all our time fucking,” he told me.

He was right, though we could try.

“What do you wanna talk about?” I asked.

“You. Me. Our future. The fact we have a future meaning we gotta talk about it.”

He was right about that too.

I wrapped my arms around him and slid a leg out to curve it around the back of his thigh.

I did this to hold him, a gesture of affection, but his face darkened and he whispered, “She doesn’t play fair.”

“What?”

He studied me for a second before he spoke.