Page 42 of A Tangled Web
“Don’t stop, Liam. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“Jesus,” he swore, managing to flip her over without leaving her body. “Right down the hall every damn night. How did I ever resist this?”
He held her curls tight enough to arch her spine and then he was pumping harder, deeper than before. “Liam.”
He sucked her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “I love it when you say my name. You want it harder? You won’t be able to walk for a week. Not that I’d let you leave this bed long enough to try.”
She liked the sound of that too much. “Big talk, Cookie. That Texas-sized ego is showing again,” she panted.
He released her hip and covered her clit with two rough fingers. “You daring me, Shortbread? You think I can’t deliver?”
She knew he could. “More, Liam. I’m close.”
“Thank God,” he murmured against her shoulder. “So close. I’m so fucking close. Need you to come first, Dani.”
He hit something inside her that had her screaming again, and then both of them were racing toward the edge of the cliff, clinging to each other as they threw themselves into the abyss and started falling.
Like a burning star falling through the sky, she thought as light flashed behind her eyes, blue and bright and breathtaking.
He called her name, burying his face in her back, his body shaking. She reached back to run her fingers through his damp hair, turning to kiss him.
When they could control their limbs, he slid out of her slowly and lowered himself to her side. She went willingly into his arms, feeling blissfully relaxed for the first time in ages.
“Wow.”
“Wow again?” His shoulders shook. “We need a better descriptor at some point. Wow is way too vague.”
“Would you prefer hot damn or yeehaw?”
“Either could work in a pinch. Or you could just go into detail about how big I am again.”
“Wow.” Her sarcastic delivery had him reaching around to smack her ass.
His arms tightened around her and she felt a shimmer of unease. This moment was too perfect. She was suddenly terrified something was about to happen to ruin it.
Like serious pillow talk.
She slid out of his arms and bounced out of bed, laughing and grimacing when a rush of liquid coated her thighs. “I think we need a shower.”
“Say no more.” Liam was standing and scooping her up in his arms before she could think of evading him. “I’ve had plans for you and that shower for a while now.”
Her body instantly responded. “We should invite Stax, too.”
He shook his head, but his eyes were sparkling. “At this point it would probably be rude not to.”
“Yes, it would,” Stax responded from somewhere downstairs, making them both laugh.
She leaned her head on his shoulder. “If you keep carrying me everywhere, I’m bound to get spoiled.”
“Get used to it, Shortbread.”
She wanted to. So much it scared her.
