He chuckles against my skin. A rough, wicked sound that sends heat flooding through me. His mouth finds my nipple, sucking it into the heat of his mouth with a slow, aching pull that has me gasping, my fingers threading into his messy hair.
“I was thinking,” he says lazily, his voice thick with sleep and hunger, “that we could go furniture shopping today.”
“Oh?” I manage, even as my body is already trembling for more. “And what about the BBQ Teddy’s expecting to see us at?”
He moves to my other breast, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he drags it into his mouth with a growl that vibrates straight through me.
“Fuck,” he mutters against my skin. “I can’t wait to see these full of milk for our baby.”
I groan, arching harder into him, completely forgetting what we’re even talking about.
His words shouldn’t be as hot as they are, but coming from him? In that voice? It’s lethal. And do I want to have his babies one day? Absolutely.
I clutch at his shoulders, trying to anchor myself.
“Liam,” I gasp, my voice half-laughing, half-pleading. “Focus.”
He lifts his head, grinning like the devil himself.
“Fine,” he drawls, dropping a kiss to my bare stomach. “Here’s the plan.”
He trails a line of kisses lower, each one stealing a little more of my sanity.
“I’m going to make love to you,” he says casually, like he's discussing the weather. “Once. Maybe twice.”
My breath hitches.
“Then,” he continues, sliding two fingers slowly, teasingly inside me, “we’ll do some online ordering. Pick out furniture. Rugs. Maybe a new mattress since we're gonna wear this one out.”
I can barely breathe because it feels so good.
“After that,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers deeper, “more sex.”
He flashes me a wicked smile.
“Then we’ll go to Teddy’s little BBQ. Play nice. Look pretty.”
I’m whimpering now, my hips rocking into his hand shamelessly.
“And we’ll end the night,” he finishes, his thumb brushing over my clit, making my whole-body jerk, “right back here.”
“In bed,” I manage to choke out. “With more sex.”
“I see you understand the assignment,” he says, leaning up to kiss me, full of every filthy, tender promise he’s made.
I laugh, breathless and aching and so in love it’s stupid, and Liam doesn’t waste any time. He shifts over me, his body hot and heavy and so fucking solid against mine, like he’s determinedto erase any doubt that I belong to him now in every way that matters.
“Here comes round one,” he murmurs against my throat, his voice a low, filthy rasp.
I shudder as he nudges my thighs wider with his knee, lining himself up with an unhurried precision that makes me crazy. He pushes in slowly, so achingly slow I swear I feel every inch of him, the stretch deep and perfect, making my back arch off the bed.
“Fuck, honey,” he groans, his hands bracketing my hips, holding me still so he can sink in all the way, “You’re still so fucking tight. Like you were made for me.”
I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.
Made for him.
Onlyhim.
