“You didn’t bring your luggage?” I asked, leaning back so I could look at her. I had told her cousin I wanted Emily here. If Emily came, then she could stay.

She shook her head. “No. I, uh . . . I’ll just stay at the hotel I’m at. I don’t do . . . the stuff Sonya does.”

But she fucking thought about it. At least, with me. She was fighting it, but it was in her eyes. Right there in that wide-eyed, innocent look, I saw her attraction to me. Trac had said she shot him down. I could teach her how to relax. With her thighs open and my head between her legs, she’d lose that shyness real fast.

My cock thickened in my jeans. The idea of her telling me to lick her as she held my hair in her fists, keeping my tongue on her cunt, was fucking hot. I had never had an angel, and fuck, I wanted one. This one. I wanted to fuck some angel pussy.

I reached up and cupped her face. “Fucking gorgeous,” I said, mostly to myself. Because she was. Like them damn dolls. Fuck me, I was gonna get hard every time I saw one of those dolls from now on.

The tip of her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I gave up trying to ease her into this. I wanted that mouth. So I took it.

I licked the seam of her closed mouth until she barely opened, giving me just enough access to plunder my way inside, taking and tasting every honey-sweet bit of her mouth. Her body leaned toward me as her hands grabbed my shoulders. But nothing was as good as the moment her tongue flicked over mine. Groaning at her gentle, shy touch, I reached down and grabbed her waist and hauled her up against me. Hot little body, all fucking curvy as hell. That ass naked, and those tits. God, let those tits be real.

“What the hell?” a female voice shrieked, and although I could ignore it, Emily couldn’t. Her body stiffened, and she jerked her hands from my hair, where they had managed to slip into. She tore her mouth from mine and stared up at me as if she’d just committed a crime.

“Emily, what are you doing?” the other girl demanded again. I didn’t like the way she was talking to Emily. I didn’t fucking like it at all. I also didn’t like that I had Emily all sweet and soft in my hands and this other girl had fucked it up.

“I was . . . I came, and you weren’t . . .” Emily was nervous. Fuck that shit. Bitch wasn’t going to make her nervous.

“You want to stay here, bitch, then you’ll back your nosy ass out of this and leave Emily the hell alone,” I warned, glaring back at her over my shoulder while I kept Emily’s body against the wall and in my hands.

The girl’s eyes flared, and I could see this wasn’t going to be that easy. Fuck that. She was leaving.

“Get out of here,” I barked, then turned back to look down at Emily. Her eyes were staring up at me. She wasn’t saying anything, but every damn emotion she felt was right there, playing across her beautiful face.

“I have to go with her,” Emily finally said, her voice a whisper again.

“No,” I told her, sliding a hand behind her back and pulling her against me. “You have to stay with me.”

“Really?” the cousin said. “You went after Trac last night, Emily, but I was still the one who fucked him. And now you’re going after Kiro this morning. I’ll be the one to fuck him, too. You haven’t got a clue how to make a man happy.” She turned toward me. “Trust me, you’re wasting your time on her. She’s clueless. She can’t make you come, but I can.” She walked behind me and slid her hands over my ass, then grabbed my hard cock.

Emily’s eyes looked like she had been physically slapped. She closed them tightly, as if that would make everything go away. Having Emily in my arms and her soft body against mine as my cock was stroked felt good, but not good enough to put up with the bitch doing it.

Dean stepped into the room, taking in the scene with a disapproving look on his face. He was worried about Emily. Like I was going to fucking hurt her. I was going to be gentle. Love her until she came on my face, my tongue, and many times on my dick before this day was done.

The girl behind me was rubbing her tits against me as she began kissing my neck. “Get her off me before I lose my shit!” I yelled.

Dean moved fast, pulling the girl off me. I scooped Emily up in my arms and headed for the bedroom I’d slept in last night. It was the only bed her skanky-ass cousin hadn’t fucked in. I wasn’t putting this angel on dirty sheets.

“What are you doing?” Emily asked.

“Getting the hell away from your crazy cousin. I want you alone.”

Emily didn’t respond right away. I shoved open my bedroom door and kicked it shut behind me, then stalked toward the bed to lay her down. She scrambled to sit up and scoot away from me.

“She was right. I don’t know how to do this. I don’t do it. I told you I wasn’t like her.” The panic in her voice made me feel guilty but equally pissed me off. I’d had her going soft and sweet in my arms until the damn cousin had come in here bitching.

“I’m not asking you to do anything you don’t want to, angel. I just want to take that mouth again.” I leaned down over her and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You liked that, didn’t you? Let me have that mouth.” I kept my demand soft. And just like fucking butter, Emily melted into me.

When her mouth opened under mine, I took it. Laying her back, I positioned myself between her legs. Her hands were back in my hair, and I loved that. Sweet Emily was holding on as I claimed that mouth.

I pulled one of her legs up my hip. Never in my life had I hated jeans more than I did right now. Women did not come to me in damn jeans. They wore shit that was easy access. I wasn’t used to jeans.