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“Liam!”

“Mmm?”

She shook his massive shoulder.

“Dammit, woman. Show a bit of respect for the hungover.” Before she could stop him, he snagged an arm around her waist and dragged her in beside him.

The moment he drew her against his big male body, her brain turned to mush.Mmm. Naked Liam. Warm Liam. Delicious Liam. She stroked her hand down his muscled flank, nuzzled her nose beneath his chin, ran her tongue over the brand she’d left on his throat last night.

“Mine,” purred that voice in her head again.

Mine?

Reality returned, cracking her cheek with a mighty bitch slap.

Twin punctures marked Liam’s throat.

“No, no, no, no. No! Get up. Liam. Get. Up!”

“Honey, I’m up. Believe me, I’m up.” He clasped her wrist, set her hand over his impressive erection, and thrust it into her palm.

For one delicious moment, her mind blanked. She cupped his manhood and curled deeper into his chest.

Beautiful male. Viral male.

Mine!

“No! Dammit, Liam, get your wits about you. It’s the end of the blasted world as we know it.”

“Too early for female theatrics,” he grumbled while he rubbed his eyes. “Morning wood, and all she wants to do is squawk.”

“Lee Umm!” She attacked his chest with her fists. “Get up. Get up. Get up!”

He winced and grabbed her wrists. “Satan’s balls, woman, what’s gotten into you?”

She bared her fangs, snarling. “You have. You’re what’s gotten into me, you stupid oaf.”

He growled, saying in a low tone, “Going to need you to stop screeching and start explaining.”

She jerked free of his grip and launched off the bed. Her throat tightened, and she choked back angry tears. The stone floor stung her stomping feet.

She raked her damp hair off her forehead, pacing to the door then back. “I can’t believe you did this to me.”

Liam sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Not like we haven’t had sex before. Kind of late for morning-after regrets. Especially after I gave you four orgasms.”

That threw her for a moment, and she spun to face him. “You counted?”

“Damn right,” he said, sounding proud of his sexual prowess. “Could have been five if you’d been a little sweeter waking me.”

She stomped her foot, then winced at the sting. “Who cares about you and your juvenile tally at a time like this?”

“Know what? We're done here.” He slid off the bed. In all his naked glory, he drew back his thick arms and stretched. Sheet-rumpled, hungover, and he was still the most appealing male she’d ever laid eyes on.

Her brain short-circuited. Then he scratched his ass, breaking the spell and heading for the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going? We need to talk.”

“Right. When you’re ready to settle down andtalk, I’ll listen. In the meantime, I’m gonna drain my lizard and hit the shower.”