Page 16 of Hooking Her Up

“What things?”

I don’t feel an ounce of embarrassment as I boldly beg him to fuck me. “Please, Liam. Put your cock inside me now.”

He rises above me, spreading my legs wide so I’m completely open to him. Settling between them, he gazes down at me with a different kind of look on his face that I can’t read. But I’m going to emblazon it in my memory. He rubs the tip of his cock against my opening, finding my clit with his fingers. I close my eyes, lost in the feel of him about to claim me. He tells me to open them just as I’m about to beg again.

Our eyes meet and hold just as he pushes his cock deep inside me, filling and stretching me until my teeth lock and a whistling noise emanates from between them. He holds himself still, his muscular body straining against me, until I relax and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

“I need more,” I say. “I need it all.”

With a growl, he pulls out, pounding into me, kissing my neck, nipping at my ear as he drives deep.

As much as I hate this word, this truly is perfect. Wrapping my arms around him, I hold on as that sweet pressure builds up again.

“Oh my God,” he groans, rising up to look down at me. “This is—” he stops himself, remembering, and I laugh.

“It is. It really is.” I want to say more, try to express how he makes me feel, but my thoughts are stolen by another orgasm.

I scream with abandon and he holds me close, roaring as he fills me up. Our bodies are locked together with my legs wrapped around his hips. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his hands planted on either side of me. His tension slowly releases and as the last of my pulses are subsiding, he melts onto me. I clasp my hands together around his shoulders, never wanting this closeness to end.

“I’m crushing you,” he says, rolling to the side.

I hang on and go with him, making him laugh. “I don’t mind it. I like it,” I tell him.

“Good, because so do I.”

“Should we make it a habit?” I ask.

His face turns serious, and he nods. “Yes,” he says simply, no more teasing.

A glance at the darkened window makes my still crashing heart sink. I don’t want to think about making excuses. I shouldn’t have to. I’m an adult, why can’t I be with who I want, do what I want?

“I should go soon,” I say, keeping my face hidden.

He pulls me closer. “Tell me what you want first,” he says. “What you’d ask for if you had that wishing pumpkin you made up.”

I want to laugh, but the fact he’s practically reading my mind makes having to leave all the more difficult. He prods me gently and I let it all out.

“If the pumpkin was handing out wishes, I’d ask for a bakery of my own.”

“That’s it?”

“And a little house like this one.” I kiss him on the forehead. “Someone to share it with.”

“That’s really it?” He leans back, incredulous.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes. “For me, that seems as impossible as wishing for the world to stop spinning.” I don’t want him pitying me though. “What about you? What are your big dreams?”

“I’m already about to expand soon by buying another truck. One of my mechanics is lined up to take on the extra tow work. But for big dreams, I want to invest in real estate.”

“You’ll get yours,” I say, holding him close before I have to let go.

He nudges my chin up so he can kiss me, long and lingering. “So will you. Should we heat up that pizza?”

As much as I want to, I can’t let it get much later. If Lily was back in town I could use her as a cover, but she’s not. I straighten out my skirt, smothering a giggle at my scraped panties across the room, and put my top back on.

Liam’s eyes are cold, but he stands and gets his own clothes in order before embracing me, then offers to drive me back to the office where I left my car.

Right before I get out in front of my dad’s building, I throw my arms around him.

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