Page 46 of Chasing Liberty

“I love this time of night too,” he murmured. What he really liked was the easiness he and Liberty had fallen into. “You’re not still angry with me because I ate some of Kaitlynn’s chili, are you?”

She faced him. “I wasn’t upset with you. I did make a tiny wish that you’d find yourself visiting the portable potty though.”

“You’ve got to put those claws away and realize that I’m not interested in Kaitlynn. We’re friends. If that’s a problem for you, I’ll respect that. I know there’s a lot of explosive history between you two.”

She planted her hand on her tilted hip. “Kaitlynn can’t seem to stay in her lane. However, I’m not into micromanaging your friend’s list. If she’s your friend, you should keep her. I think she and I have a newfound agreement.” She stepped up to the camper and threw open the door. “Home sweet home.”

He grinned and followed her into the small space. “It’s only temporary and then you’ll be back to your comfort zone. Expensive sheets and a bathtub the size of a pool.”

With a sigh, she dropped down onto the leather pullout sofa and slipped off her sandals. “Where’s the bed?’

“You’re sitting on it.” He swiped off his hat and hooked it near the door.

“I haven’t slept on one of these in so long.” She smoothed her hand down the cushion. “How does it sleep?”

“Depends on how much cuddling you want to do.”

A saucy grin covered her features, and she stood. “Well…” She closed the distance between them. “I’ve never been much of a cuddler, but I certainly am fond of our bodies meshed together.”

God! This woman was gonna be the death of him!“Is that an invitation?”

Hanging her arms around his neck, she pressed her body against his. “I've got an idea for celebrating our victory,” she said, gazing up into his eyes which captivated him completely.

He cupped her cheek, using the pad of his thumb to caress her soft skin. “Is it okay to…you know…while you’re pregnant?”

“Cute, Wyler. Not only is it safe, but I hear sex is better. A woman’s body is more sensitive.”

His cock stretched, threatening to burst through the teeth of the zipper. “Don’t tease me, woman.”

“Have you ever known me to be a tease?” She slid the tip of her tongue over the plump curve of her bottom lip.

“Abso-fucking-lutely. You flitted around me, shaking that bottom in your cutoff jeans, and smiled at me like you wanted a sample. I’d go to bed at night so hard I thought I might blow the head off my dick.” He realized he couldn’t be frank with just any woman, but as for Liberty, she liked the honesty. And the dirty talk.

She lowered her hand to trace the path of his buttons until she reached his zipper. She cupped him and rubbed the heel of her hand over the bulge. “Let’s do something about this little problem, shall we?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He planted his hands on her ass and lifted her. She snaked her legs around his hips and he carried her to the galley kitchen to deposit her onto the counter.

He took a long, hard look at her before he dropped his mouth and kissed her, plunging his tongue inside to taste her sweet temptation. They tasted and explored as he grew harder and needier.

Sliding his finger along the smooth length of the sleek skin of her leg, he pushed the hem of the dress higher until he reached the curve of her hip. Her damp heat beckoned him. He glided his fingers over the strip of satin panties, and she jerked. Shewassensitive, just as she said. He wanted to rip every layer of fabric off her body that separated them and take her fast and furiously, but he needed to slow his pace. She meant more to him than a slam, bam, thank you ma’am for release. He wantedto pleasure her. Show how much he cared through his touch. He wanted to brand every part of her as his.

Hooking his fingers in the waist of her panties, he dragged the fabric down her long, shapely legs.

“There’s something I’ve been dying to do all day.”

“What’s that, cowboy?” There was a rasp in her voice.

“Satiate a hunger that I’ve had since we met.”

As if to push him closer to the proverbial edge, she dragged the hem of her dress higher until the apex of her thighs were open to his view. “Let me lend a hand.”

He growled as he bent and settled his face between her thighs, running his tongue over her glistening lips that coated his tongue with her cream. She sucked in an uneven breath and grabbed the back of his head, riding him and bucking her hips as he licked and penetrated her with his tongue. Over and over, until her hips gyrated in desperation.

Her pussy bumped his face, saturating him in her silky juices.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he said against her.

As if his words pulled the ripcord, she arched and cried out—a mating call of sorts. He plunged, suckled and licked her dry. He focused on her clit, rolling his tongue over the swollen nub until she paused, caught between heaven and earth. She jerked her hips, and he knew he’d brought her to the tip-top of that jagged mountain. But he didn’t stop there. He held her hips so she wouldn’t buck off the counter while he nibbled inside her thighs.

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