Page 65 of The Red-Hot Stakes

As quietly as I could, I pushed it open and stepped inside. His deep voice combined with the intense lyrics had me clenching my thighs together. Hot damn. Desire gathered in me, fast and furious as the song built. I started stripping. I flung open the shower curtain, Liam yelping at the sudden motion.

“Shit, Gina, you scared me.” Then he sucked in a breath as I stalked right up to him. “What?”

“I heard you singing.” I put all my longing into the words. My gaze lingered on his lips, my hands slid to his chest.

A sheepish smile crossed his face. “It’s your fault for introducing me to that stupid movie. I couldn’t get the songs out of my head, especially this one. I listened to the soundtrack all day.”

He was completely clueless to the effect that song had on me. I stepped closer, my bare breasts grazing his chest. “Liam, if you ever want to get me in the mood, sing this song for me.”

“Yeah?” The one syllable was deliciously husky.

I nodded, tilting my head up for a kiss. He brushed his lips over mine, his cock stirring between us, and I moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Turn around.” He stepped away so the shower spray cascaded between us. The warm water cascaded down my shoulders and back. Then he closed the distance, his head resting on my shoulder. He nuzzled my neck with his scruffy chin. His hard cock pressed against my ass as he reached his arms around me. And started singing again.

His cashmere voice was like a cattle prod to the already heightened desire skittering through my veins. I leaned into him. He ran his hands over me, down my arms, over my hips, across my abdomen, cupping my breasts. His lips brushed my neck between the lyrics, and I felt as if the music was stirring in my very soul.

“Liam, please.” I fumbled for the condom I’d brought in with me, handing it to him.

“Please what?”

Now he was just teasing. I wriggled against his hard length. “I need you, inside me. Now.” Desperation coated my words, and I started to turn, but he didn’t let me.

“Hands against the wall.”

His fingers danced along my ribs, caressing one of my breasts and rolling my peaked nipple between his skilled fingers. I moaned as I did what he asked. One of his legs nudged mine apart, but the tub wasn’t wide enough. I propped my foot up on the side, knowing he’d keep me steady. He slid one hand down, guiding a finger inside me.

And he sucked in a breath. “Damn, Gina. You weren’t kidding.”

Anticipation made me clench as I heard the condom wrapper rip open. His cock nudged my entrance, finding its way inside me, and I let out a relieved groan. One arm circled my waist, holding me in place, while his other hand joined mine on the wall. Then he started thrusting.

It was a perfect angle, deep and hard. Jolts of pleasure shot through me immediately, and I started quivering, setting off a mini orgasm right away. He chuckled but kept pounding into me as the waves stopped, a new tension building right behind it. Shit, this is going to be intense. I moaned again, adjusting my hands on the wall, pushing against him, wanting more. He quickened the pace.

“Yeah, just like that,” I gasped.

His breathing was as heavy as mine, and I knew he was right there with me. I held off, waiting for him, but I was barely able to keep a grip on my sanity. As soon as he said my name, I let go. My climax left me shuddering, quaking, and I squeezed every last drop of pleasure from him. When he finally pulled out, I almost collapsed, but he caught me.

Like I knew he would.

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Evidently I took a nap. I blinked sleepily at Liam, who chuckled then said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sleep in the daytime before.”

“Midterms were hard.”

His hand brushed my cheek. “I know, Red. I’m glad you got some rest. And got to work out some of that tension.”

I warmed at the memory of our time in the shower. “I should’ve introduced you to Phantom sooner.”

We both laughed, then his expression turned more serious. “So I didn’t want to stress you out with everything going on, but now that your tests are done, how would you feel about meeting my parents?”

“When?”

He ducked his chin. “Tonight. Before our dinner with Derek and Ave.”

Just the idea had my heart pounding in my chest. Tonight was supposed to be about celebrating, and I didn’t want to even think about anything stressful after the past two days. I groaned, rolling onto my back.

“Come on, Gina.” He ran his fingers over my wrist. “It’s not a big deal. They’re having a little get-together, and I want to drop in. We don’t have to stay long. You’ll already be dressed up. Please?”

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