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Something inside of me needs this—my mouth on her while I’m so deep inside of her.
She gasps when I’m all the way in and then starts to rock again in a steady cadence that drives me around-the-bend crazy. The caveman in me wants to pound into her. To take her. To lay claim to this woman. But I have a more powerful need to give her pleasure and make this a memory she’ll want to return to once she’s found someone more appropriate, someone who wouldn’t blow her life apart…
I don’t like that thought one bit, so I focus on what’s happening between us to blur it out. Our bodies, rocking together; her lips, seeking out mine again and again. I reach between her legs as we move in sync, finding that perfect spot where we’re joined, making her tremble against me.
Then I rock her all the way back onto the mattress, her legs still wrapped around me, and thrust in deep—again, and again, feeling her rise to meet me, needing this more than I’ve ever let myself need anything.
This feels right in a way that goes beyond the base needs ofsex, but it feels fucking dirty too, the way it should. I could be inside of her all day and night, and it wouldn’t be enough. I want to lose myself in her and never find my way out. I want the little sounds she’s making in the back of her throat to be the last sounds I ever hear—and the first sounds I hear every morning.
Her lips find my neck, kissing and sucking, and I hope it leaves a mark. I want to leave my mark on her too, so people look at us and know.
Iwantthem to know.
I especially want anyone who’d be stupid enough to hurt her to know that if they mess with her, they very much mess with me. And they’d be foolish to mess with either of us.
I bury my face in her neck, licking and sucking as I thrust in.
“Liam,” she whispers. “I’m so close.”
So am I. The last time we were together, I pulled out at the end. Not because I didn’t trust her, but because it felt like I’d be making a claim I had no right to make. Today, I’m ready to make that claim.
I shift my head to kiss her as I thrust in deep, and I feel her clench around me—the sensation instantly triggering my own orgasm. Pleasure cascades through me, changing my body chemistry, as I empty into her. Still kissing her. Still sucking in her sweet sounds.
I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel like something that was broken inside of me is shifting back into alignment.
Earlier, I realized I could fall in love with her, but here’s the truth: I’m already falling.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
LIAM
Briar falls back to sleep before I do, her breathing turning slow and even, and the peace I feel with her asleep in my arms is enough to put me to sleep too. The next thing I’m aware of is a ringing phone.
Briar’s still in my arms, but she sits up, blindly reaching for the bedside table tomake it stop.
She throws me a wild look when she sees the screen. “It’s Hannah.”
I brush a soothing hand down her bare back. “She doesn’t know I’m in your bed, Briar. She’s not psychic. You can answer.” I glance out of her window, taking in the dim glow of predawn light, and feel a tickle of anxiety. I’m used to watching out for my family, especially for Hannah. “She’s not a morning person. If she’s calling this early, it must be important.”
She bites her lip and answers the phone.
A second later, she says, “Yes, that’s what happened, but honestly, Hannah, it’s barely seven.” She pauses. “No, I didn’t take pictures. It seemed like it would be rude.”
Since I’m mostly sure the call is not related to an emergencyor the fact that I’m here, I breathe a sigh of relief. Hannah’s okay.
I head into the bathroom to take a leak and then start the shower, figuring Briar can join me there once she’s off the call. The water feels like it’s purging the worst of my hangover and mostly sleepless night, so I stay in there awhile, laughing to myself at the sweet, fruity smell of her soap.
I’m still washing when she walks in, dressed in her sleep shirt and panties. She smiles at the sight of me using the soap. “You’re going to smell like me.”
“Good.”
She takes a step toward the shower door, but then pauses, her expression uncertain. “Hannah called because she wanted to know about Nora’s mom and Eugene. I forgot to tell you that he proposed to her yesterday. We were all really surprised.”
“Why don’t you come in here and tell me all about it. I’ll pretend to be interested in Eugene’s love life while I finger-fuck you.”
“Liam,” she gasps.
I laugh. “Who are you worried is going to hear me? Karma? Now, are you going to come in, or do I have to get out and carry you in?”
