Page 93 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

The sun was going down, and I’d propositioned him.

I pulled one of his shirts over my head, leaving my hair in wet, tangled strands that fell around my shoulders and over my tits.

He pressed a kiss to my lips before pushing me toward the back door lightly. “I’ll grab a blanket and make our drinks. Wait for me on the couch.”

“Yes sir.”

He smacked my ass, and I laughed as I padded across the bungalow.

The sunset outside was a masterpiece of bright oranges, reds, and pinks that reflected on the ocean’s surface. My feet dangled off the ledge of the couch as I leaned back, taking in the beauty of the island.

I couldn’t leave the Supernatural Resort safely, but honestly?

I had no desire to.

The island was gorgeous. The food was amazing. The people were rough around the edges, but we respected each other, and the lifers had accepted me into their fold. The people I loved were there, too.

And how could I ever beat watching a sunset that beautiful on my own porch, with my mate sitting beside me?

I had never even imagined that life could be so good.

Liam came out of the house in a pair of loose shorts, with a blanket in one hand and two tall, skinny glasses in another. I took the drinks while he sat down, and I bit my lip to hide a grin when he dropped his shorts beneath the blanket.

He hauled me onto his lap as soon as he was naked, and I leaned against his chest as he kissed my shoulder lightly.

“You look good in my shirt, Clove. And you feel even better.”

“I can make you feel even better than that,” I murmured.

Liam pulled me further onto his lap, his hand finding my core beneath the blanket. His fingers brushed my clit, and I tipped my head back against his shoulder, biting my lip to keep myself quiet.

“Already soaked, huh?” he murmured against my ear.

“Feeling your erection against my ass tends to do that to me.”

He stroked my clit slowly. “If anyone walks by, say something about the weather.”

If anyone walked by, they’d probably smell exactly what we were doing. But it was rare for anyone to walk by—and if they did, they’d probably catch a whiff and turn the other direction rather than approach.

“Mmkay,” I said instead of pointing any of that out.

His lips brushed the side of my throat, then my shoulder, as he dragged his finger around my clit. “I’m going to fuck you slow tonight, Clove. Through the rest of the sunset. You can watch the fire in the sky while I drive you insane.”

I barely bit back a moan.

He kept touching me.

Stroking me.

Until I was on the edge of my pleasure—and his fingers stopped moving completely.

“Liam,” I protested.

“You know I’ll take care of you.” He sucked lightly on my throat. His free hand went under my shirt, skimming my breasts. He teased my nipples with his fingers, and my heartbeat picked up.

“Please,” I breathed.

“You don’t beg me, mate.”