Page 115 of A Simple Reminder

“Liam,” she insists, pulling my face up to hers. I take her mouth in a deep kiss, cutting off her words, and when I pull back, I meet her gaze, fierce and full of worry.

“I don’t…” I kiss her jaw.

“Want to…” Another kiss.

“Talk about…” my lips trail back to hers, “that now.” I bite her lower lip, pulling it between my teeth, then let it go as I whisper, “Right now, I only want to think about making you scream my name.”

My hand moves down, caressing every curve of her body, savoring the way she arches into me, her breath hitching with every touch. When I reach the hem of her pajama shorts, my mouth still devouring hers, I slip my hand inside, finding her wet exactly where I want it.

She moans into my mouth, the sound sending a rush of fire straight through me.

“So wet and ready for me, aren't you, Sunshine?” I murmur against her lips. She nods, her hands gripping my shoulders as she moves with my rhythm.

“Mmm, you want it that bad, don’t you?” I tease, my fingers slide up and down coating her in her own want, teasing her entrance but not quite pushing inside just yet. Her breath stutters, and she nods again, desperate.

I tsk, pulling back just enough to make her look at me. “With your words, Sunshine.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need.

“Yes, what?” I demand, pressing my thumb against her clit in a slow circle.

“I want it—I want youthatbad,” she whimpers, her cheeks flushed, her body pressing against my hand.

That’s all I need to hear. I push two fingers inside her, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice. The sound that escapes her lips is pure sin, a moan so raw it makes my already rock-hard cock throb painfully.

How I get even harder, I don’t know. But she always does this to me. Always.

I move my fingers, and her hips buck in the same rhythm. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I can feel her thighs trembling on either side of me as I press deeper, harder, my mouth returning to hers to swallow every gasp, every moan.

Her hips begin moving in sync with my rhythm, her wetness coating my fingers, the sounds of her pleasure driving me insane. My thumb circles her clit again, applying just the right amount of pressure, and her head falls back against the pillow, her body arching beautifully into me.

Her moans grow louder, uncontrollable, filling the room with a melody I could live in forever. But the thin walls remind me she shares an apartment with Adeline. I cover her mouth with my free hand, muffling the sinful sounds spilling from her lips, and lean in close, my voice rough and low in her ear.

“Sunshine,” I rasp, my fingers plunging deeper, curling to hit her G-Spot, making her tremble. “As much as I love hearing you, we’re about two seconds away from having an audience.”

Her muffled laugh vibrates against my palm before it morphs into a gasp as her body clenches around my fingers, her pleasure surging. I watch her, utterly captivated, as her eyes flutter closed, lost in the moment.

I lower my hand slightly, her lips brushing against my palm as she whispers breathlessly, “Liam…”

“That's it,” I groan, my own control hanging by a thread. “Let go for me, Sunshine.”

And she does. Her body shakes beneath me, waves of pleasure wracking her as she bites down softly on my hand to stifle her cries. It’s enough to nearly push me over the edge, the sight of her coming undone for me searing itself into my memory.

Her hips jerk as her climax peaks, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body arching so perfectly it takes everything in me not to bury myself inside her right then and there.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire, pulling my hand away from her mouth to cradle her flushed cheek. Her eyes flutter open, hazy with satisfaction, and a lazy, satisfied smile tugs at her lips. She’s breathtaking, completely spent, yet utterly radiant.

She moves to sit up, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “It’s your turn now,” she whispers, her voice thick with promise as her fingers trail teasingly down my chest.

Before I can respond, a loud knock echoes through the room, shattering the moment.

“Hey, guys, sorry to bother you!” Adeline’s voice calls out, far too chipper, given the circumstances. “I really didn’t want to interrupt, but?—”

Another voice murmurs something unintelligible behind her, and then she hisses, “No, Lucas! Stop. They’re probably—no, you tell them. I don’t want to—hey, what are you?—”

The door swings open, and there stands my brother, Lucas. Interrupting us…again.

In an instant, I move to cover Sophie with the sheets, and she bursts into uncontrollable laughter, pulling a pillow over her face while I glare daggers at Lucas, who looks far too smug for my liking.

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