Page 95 of The Red-Hot Stakes

“How much I love you.”

I nibbled at my lip, loving his playfulness. “Oh no, Mister. You’ve still got a long way to go.” I ran my fingers along his waistband. “You can start by losing these.” I helped him drop his shorts to the ground.

His cock bobbed against my stomach as he stepped forward. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He gripped my thighs, just below my ass, picking me up completely. I gasped, grabbing his shoulders as his hard dick rested perfectly along my wet center.

“Want to come like this?” He grinned, sliding against me as I wrapped my legs around him and moaned. “Or do you want me inside you?”

How was I supposed to choose? I moaned again.

“Or both?”

He chuckled, his lips finding my nipple as he rubbed, creating just the right friction. His hands gripped my ass, possessive and commanding. I loved everything about the position, and he had me gasping then shuddering again within minutes.

“I’ll have to remember that.”

I said between breaths, “Think you’re hot stuff, do ya?”

“You know it.” Then he slid fully inside me, making me gasp once more.

I tightened my grip on his shoulders. “I don’t think we’ve done this before.”

“Fucked like this?”

I nodded.

His voice was strained. “We haven’t, but I’ve been dying to take you up against the wall.”

An unspoken plea underlined his words, and I leaned back, loosening my grip on his neck. “Take me, Liam. I trust you.”

His eyes widened then a growl erupted from his lips as they crashed on to mine. He brought one of his hands up to pin my hands above my head. His other clenched my ass hard enough I knew I’d have a mark.

But I didn’t mind. A thrill went through me at his ferocity, exhilaration crashing as I realized the depth of my trust in him.

“You’re mine, Gina.” He thrust into me, fast and furious, deep and smooth, claiming me as his own, over and over.

“Yes, Liam, all yours, just yours.” I locked my ankles behind him, pulling him closer. “And you’re mine.”

Heat flared in his pinning gaze. He shifted into me, adjusting his angle, and all my nerves caught on fire. He was so deep, hitting just the right spot of my innermost wall. I screamed as I came, clenching around him over and over. He thrust once more inside me, gasping out my name as he pulsed into me.

Bliss settled over my entire body, weighing me down with its heavy coating. He stared at me as he touched my cheek. His lips brushed mine, then he lowered me to the ground.

I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me, so I leaned against the wall. The rain hadn’t let up outside. “Now what?”

Liam glanced around, his gaze landing on my wrap. He spread it out on the sandy floor then laid on it, patting the space beside him. “I want to hold you.”

Eagerly, I went to him. I rested my head on his chest, his arm wrapping around me, pulling me to him. I draped myself over him, one leg over his thigh, one arm over his abdomen. Maybe the rain would never stop.

* * * *

“Gina.” Liam shook me gently, waking me from where I’d been dozing on the cave floor. “The rain let up.”

I wondered how long it had been. My phone was back in my room, so I didn’t know what time it was. I stretched, annoyed at the sand clinging to me despite the wrap we’d laid on. My sore toe brushed my other foot as I moved about, and I yelped.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“My toe.” I pointed it out as he knelt at my feet. “I tripped on the way here.”

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