Page 146 of He Loves Me Knot

“I promised Quinn I’d have his shots so he wouldn’t be hungover tomorrow.” He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot against her jawline. His fingers found the wetness of her entrance, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “God, youweren’tlying. You’re not wearing a stitch.” His fingers traced against the slick, tender flesh there, and she gripped him tighter, hot lust surging through her.

“No foreplay?”

“Foreplay happened hours ago when you teased me. I’ve been hard thinking about what I’m going to do to you ever since.”

They relied on his balance and stability to stay on the hammock, but somehow it seemed to help the rhythm of his movements. Her lips parted over his, and she drew short, shallow gasps as he locked eyes with her, watching her with a fiercely intense gaze.

Somehow, he’d freed himself from his zipper and pushed his pants down. He slid inside her, still holding her gaze.

Oh, yes.

“Callum.”

The way he watched her made her raw with hunger for him and her legs locked around his waist.

This is crazy.

Anyone could walk by. At any moment.

Her lips and face and ears were burning hot, her breath still mingling with his.

But I don’t care.

I want him.

I want us.

“I can’t let you go, Liddy.” He closed his eyes, his forehead against hers. “I don’t want to.”

“So don’t.” Her lips skimmed his throat. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I can’t.”

He’s not making any sense.

He crushed her in his arms, locking her hips against his, his hold so tight that she could barely do more than grind against him.

Then he didn’t say anything else, and they were both lost to the pleasure, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt so natural, so perfect. And when they both came, his hold didn’t lessen. He sank his lips into the crook of her neck, his heart pounding against her chest, his breath ragged.

His forehead pressed into her shoulders, and she could hardly breathe.

He was drunk, and that could be a part of it, but the way he held her fiercely also worried her.

“Callum, are you okay?” she asked, pulling back enough that she could draw a deep breath. “What’s going on?”

He pulled himself out of her on a wince. With a gentle push of her knee, he brought her onto the hammock beside him, then lay back with her.

He didn’t speak for a minute, the gentle rocking of the hammock and the creak of its ropes the only sound she could hear through the rain.

“My mother cheated on my father.”

Oh.

Okay . . .

Did he just find out?

Maybe he’d talked to his mom at long last.

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