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“I have no problem with that.” He slides a thick finger into me, and I reach behind me, and put my hands on his hips as I move against his finger. He strokes me deep, and uses his palm to press against my clit. I close my eyes as pleasure grips my core.
“That is so good,” I say, trying to keep my voice low, when all I want to do is scream his name. His finger moves a little faster, sliding in and out, the perfect pressure and rhythm to bring on a fast orgasm. “Liam,” I cry out, as pleasure centers between my legs.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls as I clench around him, my hot juices spill down his hand as I let go. I sag against him, and he wraps one arm around my waist to hold me as he stays between my legs, his finger high inside me as I ride out the last delicious waves. I suck in a hard breath, needing to refill my lungs, and he pulls his finger from my sex and lightly pets me.
“That was fast,” he says.
“Thought those were words you didn’t like to hear when you were naked with me.” His chuckle reverberates through me, and he spins me, his mouth finding mine. He kisses me deeply, passionately, once again stealing the breath from my lungs.
His beautifully hard cock presses against my stomach and I move my body, rubbing up against him until he’s moaning into my mouth. I step back a bit, breaking his hold on me, and he angles his head.
“Get back…oh,” he says, the word a little breathless whisper, as I take his hardness into my palms. I rub him, and dip into the pre-cum pooling on his crown to use it for lubrication. “Fuck, that’s good, Harper.”
I smile, and he shakes his head. “You love this, don’t you?” he asks.
“I won’t lie,” I say. “I love getting naked with you.”
He reaches out, and puts one hand on my neck, his face twisted in total agony as I stroke him. “You know what I mean.”
“If you’re asking if I love pleasuring you, the answer is yes,” I say.
“You love torturing me, is more like it.”
“Is this torture?” I run my hand along the length of him and take his balls into my hand, giving them a gentle squeeze. His hips come forward, pushing his cock against my hand and I say, “Okay, it’s true, I do like watching you come unhinged.”
I pull him from the spray and drop to my knees, taking him into my mouth and savoring the tangy taste of him. Widening my jaw to accommodate his impressive girth, I work to relax my throat and he jerks forward, like he wants to get his entire length into my mouth, but it’s impossible.
“Harper, Jesus.” His fingers tangle in my wet hair as he pushes it from my face to watch me take him in. “I love watching you take me like this.” I glance up at him, catch the warmth mingling with lust in his eyes, and my heart squeezes tight. “Babe, if you keep it up, I’m going to come, and I want to be inside you for that.”
I inch back and his cock sits on my bottom lip. “Can’t we do both, because I really, really want you to come in my mouth, Liam.”
His tortured growl fills me with want, and I grin, loving his reactions. “You can have both, babe. You can have whatever the fuck you want from me,” he says, and that’s when I realize two things, one he has no blood left in his brain—because he never would have put that out there—and two, it’s quite possible I want everything with this man. The house, the fenced yard, the minivan filled with kids and a dog.
This is just sex, Harper.
But what if it’s not?
I turn my focus back to his beautiful cock, and take him impossibly deeper, until he’s in my throat and breathing is impossible, but I just don’t care. I’m so goddamn wide open and lost in him, this moment, in pleasuring him, that I’ll forgo air.
He tugs on my hair, but I won’t let him drag me off. Nope, this man is going to release in my throat, no matter how much of a gentleman he’s trying to be.
“Harper,” he growls and I stay put, lodged between his legs. Not even his toughest linebacker could pull me off. No wait, that’s football. Nevertheless, I’m not going anywhere. I massage his tight balls, and suck on him and a second later, his growl curls around me and fills me with bliss as he releases. He growls my name, and I swallow every drop I can. His beautiful cock is so hard and gorgeous as I inch back a bit and grip him with my palm. He’s practically shaking and I sneak a peek to find him watching me, carefully.
Once he depletes himself, I go back on my heels and he growls. “Come here.” He reaches down, and pulls me to my feet, sliding his arms around me and just holding me to him. I rest my face on his chest and revel in his strong heartbeat. A contented sigh crawls out of my throat, and I stifle a yawn.
“Don’t think for a minute I’m letting you go to sleep,” he says, and I laugh against him, snuggling impossibly closer. He positions me under the spray and we both rinse off. No words are spoken. A very beautiful, very comfortable silence envelopes us as he slides open the shower door, grabs a towel and wraps me in it. I’m so lethargic, I just stand there and watch as he dries off, gathers our clothes, and peeks out into the hall to make sure no little ones are up and running around.
His grin is so adorable when he turns back to me and says, “Coast is clear.” I take a step toward him and frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a spare room in this place. There is nowhere for you to sneak off to come morning.”
“Yeah, I thought about that. I hate sneaking around.” He scrubs his face, a frown on his forehead. “But we can’t let Gavin get the wrong idea, right?”
I so want to tell him that I don’t care, that I want more, but I’m too damn chickenshit to do it. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
Sadness invades his eyes as his shoulders tighten. “Do you want me to go, Harper?”
“No,” I say quickly. “I just…” God, how do I explain it, confess that I might just be falling for him? Maybe I should just blurt it out. I open my mouth, as he steps up to me, brushes the soft pad of his thumb over my cheek.
