“I know what you want.”
I move to stand beside the bed and stare at her flushed face, her eyes glazed with lust. I run my hands over her soft thighs, pressing them apart, watching her open for me. She gasps and twists her nipples, arching her hips. I ease my prick into her. She’s wet, and so fucking tight that one more squeeze and I’m done for.
I put my hands on her spread knees. Breathe deep to regain control. An unbearable ache builds at the base of my shaft.
“Dean.” She reaches out to pull me closer, but then falls back onto the bed and hooks her legs around my hips. “Fuck me hard.”
Oh, Christ. The sound of her husky voice, her raw words, slams into me. My blood goes into full boil. I pull back and thrust forward hard enough to shake her entire body. She shrieks and grabs hold of a pillow.
Again. Again. Again. With every thrust, her body strokes mine into a firestorm. She clenches around my shaft, pulling me in before releasing me so I can push again. Her breasts bounce, her hands fist in the bedcovers, her teeth bite down on her lower lip. She’s close—I can tell by the look in her eyes, by the way her body is starting to strain.
“Dean,” she gasps. “I’m almost there… almost…”
I pump a few more times to get her right to the edge. Sweat rolls down my back. I push all the way in and run my thumb around the knot of her clit. Two strokes. She cries out, clutching my forearms as shudders course through her. I wait until she’s slipping down the other side before driving toward my own explosion. Which is so fucking powerful it leaves me boneless and panting for air.
But I’m not done. Not yet.
I move in front of Liv and spread her legs again. She stares at me, her chest heaving, her breasts damp. I kneel in front of her. The scent of her fills my head. I lean forward to taste her, licking her up and down, circling my tongue around her clit.
She lets out a groan that makes me throb. She grips my hair, her body straining. I slide my hands under her ass to bring her closer. She wriggles against the bed. Her breathing quickens.
“Dean… I can’t… oh… oh, God.”
She bucks her hips and digs her fingers into my scalp. Her body spasms so hard I feel the vibrations down to my bones. I press my tongue lower, spreading my hands across her hips to settle her.
When I lift my head, she’s staring down at me, her face flushed. She opens her arms. I move into them. Her body slumps against mine. She smooths her hands down my back. For a very long time, we just lie there. I breathe her in, then roll over to stare at the ceiling.
As the pleasure eases, reminders of the day return with needle-like persistence. I don’t want them there. Don’t want to remember. Don’t want anything unpleasant to invade our privacy.
But I have to tell Liv about Maggie Hamilton. Can’t forget that secrets are what nearly killed us. Words tangle in my brain.
“Liv.”
“Dean.” She slides over so that she’s lying on top of me, the length of her lush body pressed to mine. She strokes a finger over my mouth and smiles, her eyes soft.
Now the words jam up in my throat. I can’t get them out with her looking at me like that. Exactly the way she used to before all the shit happened.
“So earlier today I was thinking.” Liv edges her leg between mine.
“About?”
“You know how it’s just us again? Like it was that first Christmas?”
“Yeah.”
“So I was thinking about how we both fantasized about each other when we were apart.”
My shoulders tense. I hate that phrase. When we were apart.
“What were you thinking?” I ask, forcing my tone to stay even.
“Maybe we could tell each other exactly what we fantasized about.” She stares at my mouth, rubbing my lower lip.
“Uh…” I spread my hands over her ass and squeeze. “I fantasized about fucking you.”
She chuckles. “Well, I know that. I meant, maybe we could talk about the scenarios and stuff. Like I had this great fantasy of us doing it in the woods.”
“The woods?”
“Mmm-hmm, this grove of trees with the sun filtering through the branches, and you had me all spread out on a bed of pine needles that—”
“Scratched your pretty ass?”
Liv swats my chest. “It was very sexy and romantic.”
“Sounds uncomfortable.”
“You mean, you don’t want to hear how I was moaning and gasping in the throes of passion…”
I grasp the back of her neck and pull her closer for a kiss. “Why would I want to hear how you were moaning and gasping when I can just make you moan and gasp?”
She murmurs a low, husky sound that goes straight to my blood. She eases her lips from mine and squirms, rubbing her breasts against me.
“Because it would be exciting, you know?” she says. “Something different.”
I have no idea why we need anything different, but she’s looking at me with such expectation that there’s no way I can disappoint her. And if this idea means I can focus on Liv without anything else getting in the way, I’m all for it.