Page 109 of He Loves Me Knot

Her fingers teased at the waist of his mesh shorts, sending shivers up his skin.

She’s insatiable.Callum interlocked his fingers with hers, staying her before she could take it further. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble that way.”

Squeezing his fingers, she let his hand go, then slipped her hand down the waistband. “What if I want trouble?”

Her lips collided with his, effortlessly, magnetically, her tongue diving into his mouth as her hand stroked him. All thought went out of his brain except that damned wordtroublepulsing with each caress.

She’s trouble.

“I don’t have a condom here,” he whispered as she pulled away.

She smiled, then pulled her shirt off. “We don’t need one.”

Oh fuck, those tits.He needed to add that to the list of things to do with her. “We don’t?”

Full, with rosy-pink nipples that were hard already. “I’m going to have my way with you, Callum. First, I’m going to kiss you.” She pushed those perfect tits against his shirt front and he groaned, hands reaching for them.

“You make me feel free,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to kiss you hard, fast, and—oh. . .”she moaned as he pinched her nipple. “God, yes, more.”

He rolled her nipple hard between his fingers, then dipped his head to kiss the other one. Her throat rested against the top of his head and she released a whimper. “And then I’m going to take your cock in my mouth, suck you until you come in my throat . . .oh,yes. . .”

Trouble.

He squeezed her tit hard, and she groaned again. His tongue flicked her nipple, his need for her overtaking him at the sound of her pleasure.

“And then we’re going b-back. . .” she panted as he moved to the other nipple. “Back to the room and you’re going to fuck me, bare, until we can’t walk.”

Everything about this woman was surprising. Even her ability to talk dirty and still look like a perfect angel.

I’m fucked.

She drew her hair back, pulling it into a hair tie around her wrist, then knelt in front of him. Pulling his shorts off his hips, she took his length and licked him.

Drawing him into her mouth, she stroked him with her tongue, twirling it around him. Her hands connected with her lips, taking him deeper.

My God, this woman.

He panted, any ability to think gone as she worked her magic, taking him deeply, rhythmically, with all the skill and confidence in the world.

Until he groaned.

Fuck.

Trouble.

He was coming. In her mouth.

His fingers were tight on the top of her head.

Click.

He could barely process what was happening until the back door to the kitchenette was already open.

Mum and Isla stood there, blinking.

Isla—God love her—slammed the door shut again.

Liddy pulled away, scrambling for her shirt as Callum turned from the doorway, bare-arsed, then reached for his shorts.

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