"Oh God," she whispered, eyes wide.
"Give me a second," I managed, trying to calm my racing heart, trying to think past the screaming need to roll her under me and finish what we'd started. "Just... give me a second.” If she moved, even an inch, there was no guarantee my control wouldn’t snap.
She didn't move, still pressed against me, and I could feel her trembling—arousal or embarrassment, I couldn't tell.
"Okay," I said after a few deep breaths, my hands gentling on her hips, no longer gripping but not quite letting go either. "We need to...we should..."
Very gently, I lifted her off me, rolling us so we were side by side instead of her on top. The loss of contact was physically painful, but necessary. We lay there, staring at each other, both flushed and breathing hard. The air between us was tense, heavy with what we’d just done—and what we hadn’t but obviously wanted.
The tension snapped, and we lunged for each other at the same time. Our mouths colliding like a boom of thunder. Sleep couldn’t be used as an excuse anymore. This was real. This was happening.
And thank fucking God it was.
Stephy’s leg slid up over my hip, and then she was on top of me with the same fluidity she mounted Poet. Her mussed hair slipped down her shoulders like liquid gold, eyes sparkling with awareness and need, her lips kiss-swollen and pink, nipples hard through her tank top.
“Lee,” she panted, hands splayed on my chest. A silent question.
My hands slid along her smooth thighs, over her hips, and up her waist. “I’m here, baby.” I sat up, our noses brushing. “Not going anywhere,” I murmured against her lips.
She kissed me then. Soft, sweet, tender. Pouring everything that was left unspoken between us into it. I groaned into the kiss when her hips canted forward. My muscles tightened with effort not to come and end this before it really began, still keyed up from before. Her fingers slipped into my hair, mine dug into her hips to drag her against me harder.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered, head lolling back.
“Love the way you moan for me,” I rasped against her skin. She did it again, and the last semblance of control I had shattered.
I lifted her tank top over her head, her breasts spilling free and leaving her in nothing but hot pink panties that had a dark wet spot where we were grinding against one another.
“So fucking beautiful.” I took in every inch of her, awestruck by the sight of her using me for her pleasure. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, baby. Could watch you forever.”
“Please.” The word came out breathless. “God, please, Liam.”
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” I said, trailing kisses down her neck and along her collarbone. My voice was almost unrecognizable. Only having sounded this wrecked once in a penthouse in Austin five years ago.
“More. Give me more.”
For her? I’d do anything.
I lowered my mouth to her nipple and tweaked the other between my fingers. I licked and sucked and teased the hardened buds until she was quaking on top of me. Until my scalp stung, she was gripping my hair so hard. Until she wasmoaning my name so loud I was sure all of Copper Creek could hear her.
My body writhed beneath hers, driving us both higher. Heat slipped down my spine, pressure pooled low in my belly.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Right there. Oh my—fuck, Lee—right there!” Her nails dug into my shoulders, hips driving against mine harder. The mattress creaked beneath us, the old wooden bed frame rocking with our movements.
Every muscle in my body tightened. My eyes rolled shut with a curse against her breast, right at the edge.
And when she fell apart, I did too.
I lifted my head, looking up at her. She was wrecked. Wrecked but glowing. She bit her bottom lip, and then she started giggling.
"Oh my God," she said between giggles. "We're like horny teenagers."
That broke the tension, and I started laughing too. I lowered my forehead to her shoulder to catch my breath. "Jesus, I haven't dry humped someone since I was seventeen."
"Was it good for you, too?" she asked, still giggling.
I leaned back and tipped my chin to where we were connected. “Ask my ruined boxers.”
She gasped, hands clasped over her mouth. “You did not!”
