“Hmm,” she hummed into the hollow of my throat, making me shiver.“You sure that’s all it is?”
I skimmed a hand down her side before letting it rest on her hip, relief rushing through me again that she was still here.I couldn’t believe how close she’d come to leaving.
I had only just found her, and I couldn’t lose her.Not yet.Not ever, if I had anything to say about it.I wanted to tell her exactly what I was feeling, but piling something as intense as how much I cared for her on top of the events of the evening, would send her running.
We hadn’t known each other long enough for me to be declaring my undying love, but I was well on my way.I’d just need to keep it to myself until she was ready.
“You caught me.I’m scheming.Trying to figure out how I’ll manage to decorate your old bosses’ homes with an abundance of dick paraphernalia if you refuse to tell me who they are.”
She barked a laugh before burying her face further into my neck.A spark of desire shot through me at the press of her lips on my throat, but I wrestled it down.She needed comfort right now, not my grabby hands.She was so damn soft, though.It was hard to resist squeezing and grinding against her.
“Dick paraphernalia?You mean dildos?”
“What?No.”I spluttered a laugh, then paused.“I mean … well, now that you mention it…” I pulled back to look her in the eye.“Yes.There would be at least a few dildos involved.But also inflatable dicks, penis glitter, cock balloons…” I counted the options on my fingers.“You get the picture.”
She choked out another laugh.“Do I even want to know why you have so many dicks at your disposal?”Her laughter didn’t wash away all my worries, but it sure helped.
“They’re not my dicks.They come with the specialty revenge service I’ll hire.”
Hot breath hit my neck.She shook her head.“You know what?I don’t want to know.”She pressed her lips to my chest before flicking her tongue against my skin.“I can think of much better things to do right now than talk about vengeance.”
Despite feeling pure anger mere moments ago, all the blood in my body rushed south, eager to take advantage of her offer.I wanted her more than should be possible.
Gripping her chin, I tilted her face and kissed her as if it had been months instead of hours since I'd last tasted her lips.Her tongue collided with mine, and I moaned.Sinking further into the kiss, I pressed my thigh between her legs, inviting her to grind against me.She shifted closer, rubbing herself against me, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.
In a flurry of frenzied motion, I stripped us out of our clothes, rolled on a condom, and slid inside her, groaning as she welcomed me into her inviting heat.
“Fuck, Maya,” I whispered.“How do you feel so good every time?”
forty-five
make a run for it
Maya
Istartledawakeasthe sun peeked through the window, the distorted remnants of a horrible dream fading like mist in the morning light.I should have known that talking about my time living in my car would dredge up those old nightmares.
Reaching for Liam, I found an empty space where he should have been.Still warm.He wasn’t far then.Probably went to check on Nana.
I rolled out of bed with a grunt and shuffled to the bathroom, where I took the fastest shower of my life.I wished I could have lingered under the scorching spray, but Liam would be back any minute, and I wanted to be out of here before I had to face him again.Reluctantly, I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a towel.
Back in the bedroom, I yanked on some comfortable clothes before grabbing my duffel bag and tossing it onto the mattress.As I bent to pick up a stray pair of socks, Liam walked in wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs and looking more delicious than I remembered.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”He asked, his tone accusatory.
I froze, hand hovering above the bag.Busted.Again.Guess I should have skipped the shower.
“Would you believe … nothing?”
Liam closed the distance and plucked the socks from my hand.“Nothing?It sure doesn’t look like nothing.It looks an awful lot like you’re packing.Again.”
I dropped my gaze, my throat tightening.“I have to go.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up, a sure sign of his frustration.
I would miss the way he manhandled his glasses when he’s irritated.It was so unexpectedly sexy, I couldn’t get enough.
“Sweetheart, it’s barely morning.Let’s go back to bed.”
