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“I’m a single mom, Liam. I’m tough.”
He laughs. “Yeah, you’re tough. I won’t even deny that.”
“But I’d still like for you to open this bottle.”
He chuckles as I hand it over, and he pops it open. A few minutes later, with our plates of cake and champagne, we head out onto the back deck which has a glass railing, so nothing hampers the view. The cooler night air wisps over our skin in the breeze and a sense of contentment curls around me. When was the last time I felt so safe, and so happy. We sit in the Adirondack chairs, and I exhale as peace fills my soul.
“I hope I’m the reason for that smile on your face, and not that big-ass piece of cake.”
I laugh at that. “Would you be upset if I said both?”
“Nah, I could never be mad at you.” He cuts into a big chunk of cake and slides it into his mouth. “Jesus,” he says, the word coming out mumbled. “This is amazing. I mean, it’s not your lava cake, nothing can compare to that, but it’s delicious.”
“I couldn’t make a lava cake and get it here without you knowing. But I know this baker, her shop is right beside the pet store, and this is her creation, made just for you.”
I take a big bite, and my eyes roll back into my head as a moan crawls out of my throat. “This is almost as good as sex,” I tease.
“Hey…”
“Almost,” I say as an idea forms. “I just had an idea for the best mind-blowing orgasm.”
He perks up, his shoulders squaring as he sits a little straighter. “I’m listening.”
I laugh, and it feels light and airy. “I thought you would be.” I set my cake on the table beside me, stand, and glance around to ensure we’re alone and that no one can see us from our deck. The cabins are spaced apart, and only the forest creatures can see the show, so I reach behind my back to unzip my dress. I shimmy, and Liam’s chest expands with his deep intake of breath as the fabric falls to my feet.
“You are so beautiful,” he says as light from inside spills out and falls over my nakedness. He makes a move to stand, but I shake my head. His brow arches as he stays put, and I’m not sure why, but I feel like putting on a show for him. I wiggle my hips, and a smile tugs at his lips.
“What are you doing, Harper?”
“Trying something new to make things interesting?”
He adjusts his pants, and I’d imagine he’s very uncomfortable sitting there with an erection. “I’m already interested.”
God, I love his enthusiasm. I reach behind my back, unhook my bra and slide it off my arms. As my breasts spill free, his groan of encouragement tingles along my spine. He scrubs his face, and a soft curse reaches my ears when I dip my finger into the icing, and put a dab on my nipple.
“Fuck me hard,” he says and I laugh. I get it, this is out of character for me, something he surely doesn’t expect, but I want to tease him, want to open up and have fun. I grin at him. “Not funny, Harper.”
“You’re not having fun.”
“You know that’s not what I mean, and you don’t have to do this, not for me.”
“Are you saying you don’t like it?”
“Fuck no, I’m not saying that. I love everything you do.”
“Then why don’t you sit there like a good big daddy, and let me take care of you.”
I swirl my finger in the icing again, put a dollop on my other nipple, and slide my finger into my mouth. I suck hard, mimicking what I want to do to him, and he pushes to his feet. This time, I don’t stop him. Not that I think I could. Nope, I’d have more luck holding the Shooters’ entire defensive team back than stopping him.
He closes the distance in three long strides, and his hands span my waist. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“Not my intention.”
“Want to know mine?” he asks.
“Sure,” I say but I already know them, judging by the heat in his eyes. He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth and his growl of want echoes in the forest around us. I grab fistfuls of his hair as he eats at me, going from one breast to the other, like he can’t decide which tastes better. “Sex and chocolate. Who fucking knew it could be this good?” His hands slide down my body, and he dips into my panties. Another growl cuts through the dark night when he finds me sopping wet. He tears his mouth from my nipple, dragging rough teeth over it as he does. “I need you naked.”
“First this,” I say, and pop the button on his pants. I drag them down his legs, and take his boxer shorts with me. He kicks them off and takes my shoulders, and while I can’t wait to have him inside me, I need to taste him first. I dip into the icing and drag my finger over his rock-hard cock, and he pulses beneath my touch.
