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“Not for that,” she says.

So much for candles and a big speech. My cock is raging as her hands tug at my shirt. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I make her look at me.

“How about you be my girl?” I ask, searching her face, which goes blank.

“What?”

“Would it be so bad? Us being together? Not in secret.” Why am I talking and not pulling her close? Why do I need her to say anything at all?

“It’d be…” she trails off, her hands sliding down my chest and making me throb. “I just— You don’t want to know what my dad will say,” she finishes bitterly.

“What do you want, Kayla?” I ask. “What will make you happy? I’m going to be here to help you in any way I can. Whatever you want to do.”

Her eyes widen and her hands ball into fists. “In my whole life, no one’s ever asked me that. What I want, what will make me happy.”

Loosening my grip from her hair, I cup her face in my hands. “I’m asking,” I say. “Tell me what you want. First thing off the top of your head.”

“Kiss me,” she whispers. “That’s what I want.”

She doesn’t have to say it twice. Our tongues tangle and her moan mingles with my sigh. Standing on her toes her body presses against mine, her arms wrapping tight around my neck. She wriggles against my hard rod.

“What else do you want?” I ask, kissing my way down her neck while I tug her blouse out of her skirt. The feel of her hot flesh against my palm makes my fingers rough as I shove away her bra to get to her lush tits.

When my thumb brushes across her nipple, her fingers dig into my shoulders. “This,” she gasps. “More of this.”

My other hand curls around her taut little ass, tugging up her skirt, inch by inch. “How about this?”

When my palm meets her soft flesh and my finger traces along the bottom edge of her panties, she pulls closer to me, nipping hungrily at my lower lip.

“Yes, that too,” she says.

“We could be great together,” I cajole.

She pulls back. “I know. But…”

I don’t let her finish, and she seems to forget her argument when I claim her mouth again, sliding my hand between her thighs and teasing her wet heat. This is a fight I mean to win, and we’re both going to love every second of it.

Chapter 7

Kayla

Liam’s kisses send me soaring. With his mouth on mine there’s nothing wrong in my life. It’s like I already have everything I want. His fingers moving tantalizingly between my legs has me shaking in his arms.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he says, pulling back.

The loss of his warmth on my lips and the look in his eyes sends me into a tailspin. He’s ravenous, and it isn’t for the abandoned pizza on the couch. I want so badly to tell him. My heart is screaming it. He has to know it’s true with the way I’m shaking, but…

Before I think about the absolute tantrum my father would throw if he knew where I was, what kinds of things I’ve been dreaming about, I curl my fingers into Liam’s shoulders and tug him close again.

“Liam,” I murmur, pressing so close to him I can feel every muscle outlined beneath his shirt. I grind desperately against the hard bulge in his pants, sighing when it twitches. “Make me yours.”

It’s the best promise I can give him. Am I ready to lose everything for this man?

When he grips my waist and kisses me again, I don’t think I’m losing anything at all. He’s already given me one of the best days of my life. Simple, but honest. Every glance, every touch, every word was real.

I work my way under his shirt, digging into his hard, hot flesh. I need so much more. He lifts me and lays me down on the couch, flicking the pizza box to the floor. His grin devours me as he begins unbuttoning my blouse. I wriggle and reach for his tattooed arms, then go still when he has my top open. Pushing up my bra, he cups each breast, making my hips rise.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kayla,” he growls low. He tweaks my nipples, then drops to kiss each one, licking his way down my stomach. How can I be burning up but still have goosebumps everywhere. His low chuckle as he drags his mouth lower has me reaching for his hair, impatient for more.

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