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His smile widened to a gorgeous grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment. But for real. They should have my number. And I want both of theirs.”
“Thanks,” I said demurely. “We’ll organize that. For sure.”
He nuzzled the nape of my neck. “Mmm. You smell like something good to eat.”
“Vanilla sandalwood essential oil,” I told him.
“Yeah? It’s wicked good. Drives me crazy.”
I arched like a cat. The way he responded to me made me feel like a dangerous, powerful temptress. I liked it. “So, Liam. Are you done being mad at me?”
He looked thoughtful. “I really don’t know yet,” he said. “I mean, I was pretty upset. Profoundly devastated, in fact. I think we’ll have to have a whole lot more sex before I work all the poison out of my system.”
I snorted with laughter. “Okay. I’m down for that,” I said cheerfully. “Really. Take your own sweet time getting over it.”
I feasted my eyes on his naked body. The pattern of dark chest hair arrowing down to his groin, the powerful muscles of his legs and thighs, his heavy arousal, rising proudly out of a thatch of thick black hair. Mmm. Already. Wow.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. “I could fix you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry right now,” I said. “Not for food, anyway.”
I caressed his thick cock, the stiff, swollen heat of it. He grasped my hand and pulled it to his face, kissing my knuckles before turning it over to kiss my palm and each individual finger. Then he pressed the back of my hand to his cheek.
I reached out for him, drawing him close, and he rolled onto me again, thrusting inside in a seamless slide of such sweet perfection that tears sprang to my eyes.
We clung, rocking, for what could have been hours. I lost all sense of time. The sunlit room was a magical sphere. Suspended dust motes floated lazily above us. The breeze rustled the trees. Wind chimes tinkled and clanked, sweet, hollow sounds
Liam’s face filled my mind, overflowed my world. His weight, deliciously sensual between my legs, pressed me down into the bed. I rocked in that slow, lazy pump and swirl. I could have looked into those gorgeous, astonishing eyes forever, but eventually we started moving faster, kissing wildly. Every place his body touched mine was like a kiss, specific, hot, deliberate. I lifted myself, grasping for that shining perfection that beckoned and teased …
And without warning, it burst upon me. Liam cried out at the same moment.
We soared together, fused.
We took our time drifting back. Liam untangled himself, stroking her back. “Was everything all right for you?”
I laughed. “It was great, and you know it.”
He smiled. “I don’t want to overdo it. I could do this all night and all the next day.”
“You don’t say.” I laid my head on his broad, solid chest, practically purring as his arms closed possessively around me. “You’re amazing,” I told him. “I’ve never been able to ... well. Just amazing.”
He lifted his head, eyes sharpening. “Never been able to what?”
I tried to gloss over the moment with a careless laugh. “I don’t usually have this good a time in bed, that’s all. I tend to shut down. With you, it doesn’t happen.”
He ran his fingers through my hair. “Why do you shut down?”
“Who cares, since it doesn’t happen with you? I’d much rather think about this amazing present moment, and not dwell on my stupid, tedious?—”
“Why do you shut down? Did something happen?”
I sighed. Shit. It would seem that Liam would not be guided around this particular crack in the pavement.
“I’ve got a theory,” I offered reluctantly.
“Let’s hear it.”
I gathered my composure, hoping very hard that talking about my hang-ups would not invoke them back into the bed with me and Liam. “Well. I told you about being in foster care, remember?”