Her mouth is warm and wet and perfect, and the way she looks up at me while she takes me deeper?
Fuck.
My knees nearly buckle.
“Emma…”I rasp out her name, hoarse and reverent. “You’re killing me.”
But she keeps going, fast and hungry, like she wants to memorize the taste of me. And I let her.
I let her take every ounce of control I have, because watching her is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.
“I can’t take it anymore. I want to fuck you, baby.” I hiss, then scoop her into my arms.
“Yeah!” She gasps, smiling against my neck, and wraps her legs around me like she’s meant to be there.
Her eyes are wild and dark and desperate, and mine probably look the same.
Holding onto her thighs, I lower her hot, tight, already soaked pussy onto my spun, throbbing cock. And we both gasp like it’s the first time all over again.
“You’re so wet for me, Emma.” My voice is thick with desire. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I back her toward the wall, kissing her like she’s oxygen. Her fingers clutch at my shoulders, pulling me closer, until there’s not a breath of space left between us.
I pound relentlessly into her sleek heat, right into the center of that gravity that pulls me in deeper.
She moans my name as I grip her hips tighter. “You feel so fucking perfect, Em. I swear I’d stay inside you forever if I could.”
20
EMMA
I findsome pancake mix and syrup in the pantry and start whipping up breakfast while Liam’s in the shower.
I’m drowning in one of his giant Reapers jerseys and a pair of gray joggers I’ve had to roll at the waist six times just to keep them from falling off.
Not that I’m complaining. After all these years, wearing his clothes is still one of my favorite things to do.
We eat fast, like we’re racing the clock, and I keep checking the phone, my stomach twisting, already bracing for the inevitable showdown with my sister.
“My sister is going to kill me.”I sigh and groan.
Liam raises an eyebrow, sipping his coffee. “You think she’ll go full homicide or just maim you a little?”
I shoot him a glare as I text. “Honestly? I’m betting on stroke. I just told her I’m picking up Laddie and I’ll be home in an hour, so… countdown’s on.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Want me to write you a doctor’s note?”
“Only if it says I was being held hostage by a very persuasive naked man.”
Liam flashes a sinful smirk. “That’s not inaccurate.”
He grabs his phone. “Let me call you an Uber.”
“That would be great, actually. Normally I’d take the train, but…” I lower my voice, leaning in just enough. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
His eyes darken instantly.
“That’s cruel information to give a man before he has to go to practice,” he murmurs. “That visual is going to ruin me all day.”
