He drove deeper into her, needing to hear her scream as his need started to curl hard inside him, pulling his balls up tight to his body.
“Come on, Liana,” he bit out. “Come for me.”
“Kiss me,” she breathed. “Kiss me and I’ll come.”
With a desperate grunt, he fused his mouth to hers and plunged his tongue inside her. It wasn’t sweet or elegant. It was rough and dirty and so needy it would embarrass him later.
But as he filled her body and her mouth and held her down, she cried out for him, chanting his name as she spasmed around his cock and then beneath his body. Her climax started deep inside her and spiralled through her entire body, and he felt it everywhere he touched her.
The answering release burst out of him almost by surprise, and he slammed one last time into her as he came hard and fast.
His vision blacked out at the edges and his thighs seized up, and he held himself over her, telling himself there was no way in hell he could just collapse onto her.
Not cool to crush the woman who’d just blown his mind.
Not cool at all.
She didn’t get that memo. She kissed his neck and tightened her grip on him, pulling him down, then pushing him to the side. He grabbed the condom as she slipped off him, and gave himself a count of ten before he forced himself to go deal with that.
He ended up taking fifteen seconds—and only six to get rid of it.
Six seconds of not holding her he’d never get back.
Fuck.
His heart was pounding a mile a minute as she settled against his chest. “That was really, really nice,” she murmured. Her eyes were already closed.
He already wanted her again. He wanted her tomorrow and the next day.
This was a strange and uncomfortable feeling, how much he wanted her, because he’d made it his life mission not to want anything that he couldn’t afford to lose.
Somehow when he hadn’t been looking, Liana had slipped under his radar.
And he was terrified that he was going to lose her before he was ready. That he might not ever be ready for that goodbye.
Chapter Eighteen
LIANA woke up with a heavy, warm man wrapped around her.
It was still dark out. She turned her head, looking for the clock. Just a little after midnight. They hadn’t been asleep long.
“You awake?”
Maybe it was just her that had drifted off. “I am.”
“Good.” He kissed her shoulder and pressed his erection against her bottom.
“Hello there,” she whispered.
“You sore? I’ll be gentle.” His hand shifted from stroking the flat of her belly up to cup her breast possessively.
Warmth bloomed low inside her. Not too sore. “Gentle sounds perfect.”
“Shower sex?” He kissed her neck softly. “Or I can be gentle right here, too.”
Definitelynot too sore. “Maybe back here for round three?”
“God. Yes. You are…” He rolled her onto her back and kissed her hard on the mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were glittering and bright. “You are perfect. In absolutely every way.”
