“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? That wasn’t how you had me on my knees for you after one make out sesh behind a venue?”
My heart skips when I catch him full-on grinning. “Took a few cities to get you there. I had eyes on you from the start.”
“Trust me, I was fighting not to cave and suck you off day one. Figured that would make for an awkward tour.”
He falls silent, so I relax further into my chair. I could sleep out here under the stars, Stasi as my blanket and Liam’s protective, soothing presence at my side.
“Bedtime, trouble,” Liam murmurs.
When he scoops Stasi off me, I stretch my arms out, whining at the loss.
“You can have her back when you get into bed.”
It’s motivation enough to have me gathering my weary body out of the chair. I pop another dose of Tylenol from the kitchen cabinet, swallowing them dry. Then I hurry to the bedroom and tuck myself in beside her.
Liam follows suit, stripping down to his boxers and covering me with his warm body.
I feel comforted. Safe.Loved.
Maybe the universe was listening to my silent cries for help after all.
thirty-two
Stasi
Iwake up with Beau spooning me, his face pressed into my neck. Goosebumps rise on my skin as his hot breath fans over it.
Smiling, I wiggle my butt closer to him. I assumed he was asleep, but his little hum of satisfaction tells me otherwise.
He moves his hand to the hem of my shirt, fingers creeping beneath it to skim over my bare stomach. His light, teasing touches have me pushing back against his hard length.
“Just you and me, sweetheart,” Beau murmurs, kissing my neck. “Liam snuck out for breakfast stuff.”
Careful to maintain as many points of contact with him as possible, I flip around in his arms so we’re face-to-face. Our lips naturally come together, and the sensual stroke of his tongue along mine builds a hot, desperate ache in my core.
I glide a hand down his chest, sneaking it below the waistband of his pants.
“Want you,” I whisper against his mouth.
A yelp punches out of me as he flips me onto my back. His blue eyes glow with mischief as he cages me in, a beam of golden sunlight from the high windows lighting him up like he’s got an aura.
Smiling, I card my fingers through his hair. I wish I had the words to explain the happinesshe creates in me.
Beau brings his mouth to mine as our hands explore, slowly easing off clothes and tossing them onto the floor. Even when we’re naked, Beau doesn’t rush things. He seems content to take me apart one molecule at a time.
Eventually, he shifts his body to my side so he can watch his hand trace along my curves. He caresses my breast. My ribs. My stomach, the muscles there quivering at the ticklish sensation.
My breath hitches when he cups me between the legs. He teases me with light strokes of his finger, enough to have my hips moving, eager for more. More sensation. More pressure. More of him.Allof him.
I bite down on my bottom lip. He’s barely touching me, but the admiration in his gaze alone is enough to send me.
“So pretty,” he praises, slowly sinking a finger inside me.
I whimper. “You are.”
Dimples pop as he fills me with another finger.
