Page 69 of Aim Assist

"Thank you for letting me in here," he murmurs against my lips.

"You're welcome. I have dick breath."

"As long as it's my dick, I couldn't give a shit, angel."

He kisses me again, a soft, warm press of his lips, before he gets himself together.

And yeah. There's a lot of wetness all over the front of his jeans.

He looks down with a sigh. "I was hoping there'd be more."

"More?" I'm past the bizarre behavior that belongs to Liam Taylor. "That isn't enough? That's a huge splotch right there of… goop."

"I think the proper term is love juices."

"Love jui—no. It's goop." I have to laugh at the offended stare he gives me before picking up my torn underwear and sliding them into his pocket.

Yep, that's hot too.

Fuck, everything he does is sexy to me. He could probably murder someone and I'd have sex with them over the corpse.

Okay, no. That went a little dark, even for me.

Ew. Shit. Now I can't stop thinking about it.

"Amy? What's wrong?" He sounds concerned, but how the fuck am I supposed to explain what I was imagining?

"Nothing. I just—yeah. Nope. Nothing. Not going there. Distract me before I keep thinking of dead bodies."

"Dead bodies? Christ, and I thought I was weird."

I hold up my hand. "Excuse me. If we're trying to do a scale of who's weirder, you win by a landslide."

"I beg to differ, madam."

"You beg to differ?" I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'd like to see you prove it."

His grin turns wicked, those blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is that a challenge, angel?"

I tilt my head, pretending to consider it. "Maybe. But I don't think you're up for it."

He stalks closer, crowding me against the wall. His hands plant on either side of my head, caging me in. "Oh, I'm up for anything when it comes to you."

My heart races, desire already curling low in my belly again. How does he do this to me? "Prove it then."

Liam leans in, his lips a hair's breadth from mine. "I intend to. Over and over again until you're screaming my name."

Fuck. I clench my thighs together, trying to ignore the throb between my legs. I can pretend it's from the ache of a beautiful pounding, but it's not. I want round two. "Pretty sure I already did that."

"And I'll make sure you do it again. And again. Until you forget your own name." His voice is a low rumble, full of dark promise.

I can't keep eye contact. I'm a badass bitch, but I'm putty in his hands. "I don't think that's possible."

"Angel, when I'm done with you, you won't remember anything except how I make you feel."

Fuck.

I believe him, too.

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