Page 24 of Mysterious

“You said I surprise you every day. I really think you should have seen this coming, no pun intended.”

With another nod, he admits the truth he told me just recently. “You do. I guess I just wasn’t prepared for you to surprise me when we had sex.”

I move out from underneath him and lie on my side, holding my head up with my hand. “Thought I’d be this tiny little thing in bed. After all the times I’ve stood toe to toe with you, you actually thought I’d be some dainty little thing when I have sex?”

Liam collapses to the bed and lies on his side, mirroring what I’m doing. Staring into my eyes, he smiles. “Your smallness confused me. I guess I wasn’t expecting that much oomph.”

The way he describes what I assume was all that scratching I did on his back makes me laugh. “Sorry about what I did with my nails. I bet your back looks like a wild animal got to you.”

Wincing, he smiles. “I don’t know. How’s it look?” he asks before rolling over onto his other side.

Just as I suspected, his skin looks like something with very sharp nails came at him with an intent to shred him up. “Let’s just say that if you decide to walk around not wearing a shirt within the next week or so, then someone’s going to ask if you had a good time.”

He rolls onto his back and shakes his head. “I guess it’s T-shirts for me then because I’m not a fan of having to lie.”

I look down at him lying there with the evidence of our great sex written all over his back and can’t believe he’s for real. “So let me get this straight. You’re gorgeous, built like a Greek god, super sexy, great in bed, hung like a horse, and you don’t like to lie? You must be too good to be true.”

Liam gives me a sexy grin and says, “You missed great at my job.”

“Which only makes you more unbelievable.”

He pulls me over on top of him and kisses me, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes me want him for a second time. I don’t care if he’s too good to be true. Maybe a girl deserves that once in a while. After having too rotten to deal with and too shitty to stand, I’m happy to have someone like Liam.

Placing his hands on my hips, he sits me on his lap and I feel his cock press hard against my ass. “We can discuss how wonderful I am later. For now, this Greek god with a cock like a horse wants to see you ride me cowgirl style.”

I roll my eyes. “I should have never told you those things. They’re already going to your head.”

As he lifts his hips up off the bed, I get up on my knees to position myself so he can slide into my needy pussy. I slowly lower myself down onto him until he’s fully inside me, filling me completely.

I look down at him smiling and say, “Then again, maybe since they’re the truth, that’s okay.”

With his hands holding me, he begins to move me up and down on him, and I see it’s Liam who’ll be setting the pace for sex once more. For all those perfect parts of him, there’s one I haven’t mentioned yet.

He’s strong enough to protect me, but Alpha enough to take control of me in bed. I love that and would love to tell him, but then he might think he can control me all the time.

I can’t have that.

Better to keep how much I love the way he fucks me to myself until he realizes there are places a woman wants to be dominated and places she needs to control all on her own. For now, all I want to do is enjoy how good his cock feels and how incredible he looks lying there watching me ride him.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Liam

Hand in hand,Mia and I walk down Bourbon Street, getting lost in the crowds out on a Tuesday night in the French Quarter. Neon lights of blue, green, yellow, and red and old fashioned street lights erase the darkness of a moonless night, but as much as this area often has a carnival vibe to it, tonight it feels like the only place in the world I want to be.

I know that’s because of the woman whose delicate hand I hold in mine. Mia points at a sign for a bar and tugs on my arm to move me toward it across the street, but she runs into a man standing in her way. For a moment, my body goes on red alert when he turns to look at her with pure drunken anger in his eyes and an expression that says he wants to hit someone for daring to walk into him.

Then he tilts his head back slightly and looks up at me. I stare down at him with an unspoken warning in my eyes.

Don’t say a word, buddy. This is not a woman you want to fuck with. Not tonight. Not any night.

It only takes him a second or two to figure out he’d be messing with the wrong couple, so he turns and walks away, making a space for us to continue moving toward that bar she wants to check out. She leads the way, and when we reach the sidewalk in front of the door, she turns around to smile at me.

“That guy was thinking he’d go all he-man on me. Then he got a look at you, and I think he might have pissed his pants. No wonder things go to your head. You didn’t even have to say a word.”

I sense admiration in her tone, and even though we’re in public and we both agreed to keep the displays of affection to private, I lean down and press a tiny kiss next to her ear. “Sometimes size matters.”

She laughs and her gaze slides down my body before she looks up at me again. “Size always matters, baby. The only people who say it doesn’t are people who don’t have it.”

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