Page 49 of The Christmas Cowboy

If his cock hadn’t been hard already it sure as hell would have been after watching her wiggle out of those jeans.

“How long?” she asked.

He stripped off his jeans and boxers. “How long have I been thinking about getting you naked? Since the last time we made love.”

“Which wasn’t that long ago.”

“No? Seems like it was.”

“You seem a bit obsessed. But that’s okay because I am too.”

“In that case.” He tossed her on the bed and followed her down. “These have to go,” he said, hooking his fingers in her panties and pulling them down her legs to fling them aside.

If he didn’t slow down it was all going to be over far too soon. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked until it was a hard point before moving to the other one and giving it the same treatment.

Val moaned and put her hands in his hair. “Liam.”

He raised his head and looked at her. Her lips were moist, her eyes hazy with desire. He slid a hand down to play with her, to slide a finger inside her, then two. Her hips bucked and she reached for his cock but he moved away.

“If you touch me—”

“I want to touch you.”

“Next time,” he said, and kissed his way down her body to the juncture of her thighs. She gave a strangled scream when he licked her, sucked her. Kept it up until he felt her shatter. She was still in the throes of her orgasm when he entered her in a deep thrust. Her legs wrapped around his hips, taking him deeper. He drove inside her and pulled out almost all the way before plunging back in. Once, twice, long waves of pleasure battering him until he came for what seemed like hours.

Val came again, her hips rising to meet him as she tightened around him. They finally stilled and he rolled to his back, taking her with him.

“Liam.” She ran her hands through his hair, stroked his cheek and kissed him.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just Liam.”

“Val.”

She looked at him with the smile it seemed like was only for him. Man, he had it bad.

Oh, hell. He’d done the one thing he’d sworn not to do. He’d fallen in love with his wife.

Chapter Twenty

The next dayVal met Cici for lunch at the Main Street Diner. While she and Cici were nowhere near as close as she and Letty were, they were much closer since Val had married Liam. Cici might not know as much as Letty did about Val’s feelings toward Liam, but she was very observant. Val didn’t doubt that at the least Cici suspected she was in love with Liam.

But did she know anything about Liam’s feelings? Val knew they were friends, though she didn’t know if Liam had confided in her. Far more likely that if he’d confided in anyone it would be one or both of his brothers.

Val saw Cici waving at her from a booth and headed her way. They hugged and exchanged small talk until the waitress took their order.

“How are you feeling?” Cici asked.

Val knew she meant pregnancy-wise. Cici and Letty were the only two women she could talk to about it at this point. “I’m good.” The diner was noisy, but she lowered her voice anyway. “The nausea is much better.”

“Oh, good. I bet you’re glad of that. How are things with you and Liam?”

Val thought about the night before after they came home from the Garden of Lights. Their lovemaking had been particularly satisfying. Not that it wasn’t always but last night had seemed extra special. Afterward, when they lay in each other’s arms, Liam had said, “Val?”

“Hmm?”

“I think…” His voice trailed off.

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