Page 33 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

“The clothes are here,” Liam murmured. “You wanted me to wake you up.”

“Mmhm.” The noise came out sounding more strangled than anything else.

“Come on, Clove.” He sat next to me and eased me to a seated position.

I slumped against him, sweaty and hot all over. “I’ll try them on tomorrow.”

“Alright.” He helped me stand, lifting my entire weight and basically carrying me as we moved through the bungalow and into the bedroom.

When he lowered me to the mattress, I clung to his arm. “Come to bed with me.”

He smoothed hair out of my eyes. “I need to put things away. It’s still early.”

“Do it tomorrow.”

My eyes closed, but my grip didn’t loosen. Liam waited a moment before he finally eased his body over mine to take the space next to me without removing his arm from my grip. The bed was small enough—or he was big enough—that we had no choice but to be pressed up against each other.

His presence didn’t ease heat’s intensity, unfortunately. But he did still feel good.

I closed my eyes and let out a long breath.

“Hot?” he murmured.

“You have no idea.”

He pulled me closer. “Let me know when you want me to take the edge off. Wake me up if you need to. I don’t mind at all.”

“Glad you don’t mind touching me,” I grumbled.

“You want the truth?” His lips brushed my ear. “I fucking crave it. I sleep like shit because I’m so eager to have my hands on you again. I look forward to the day that touching doesn’t satisfy the bond, and you tell me I can taste you.”

My body flushed hotter. “You can’t say things like that while I already want you this much.”

“I can, and I will.” He nipped my earlobe lightly, and I swear, it went right to my clit. “Sleep well.”

“You’re an asshole,” I breathed.

“Never said I wasn’t.”

I pushed lightly on his arm, but he didn’t move it.

Instead, he pulled me closer, so my body was flush against his.

“The closer I am to you, the sweatier you’re going to get,” I warned.

“I like your sweat.” He leaned down to my throat and slowly licked a bead of it off my skin. His chest rumbled in satisfaction, and I couldn’t stop a quiet groan.

“You can’t do things like that.”

“I’m your mate, Clove. If I want to taste your sweat, you can be damn sure I will.”

“Such a bastard.”

He made a noise of agreement.

I closed my eyes again with another groan. “Fine, just touch me so I can sleep.”

“Can I get a please?”

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