Page 20 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

“Apparently not.”

“Come here.” Liam put an arm around my waist and pulled my back to his chest. His skin felt so good against mine, I could’ve cried. “Let me take care of you so you can get some sleep.”

“You don’t even know my name,” I protested, though it was a weak argument.

There was no way around letting him ease heat for me—and the sex dreams I’d been having made it pretty clear that my body didn’twanta way around it.

“Sage.” His lips brushed the side of my throat, and it felt so good my eyes stung. “Let me help.”

“Okay, fine.”

His hand slipped beneath the hem of my bikini bottoms, and I moaned when the pads of his fingers brushed my clit. His erection throbbed against my ass, and I pressed my backside against him harder.

He growled, pushing my bikini bottoms and shorts down with his free hand. He dragged his fingers over me again, and my hips jerked.

Liam slowly worked my clit until I came harder than I ever had before. My cries flooded the air, my hips jerking with the waves of pleasure. He kept touching me, sliding his fingers through my slickness and dragging out my pleasure.

I leaned the back of my head against his bare chest as I panted, catching my breath.

The heat and tension that had gathered were gone entirely, leaving pure exhaustion in their place. “Thanks,” I whispered, my eyelids lowering.

“Of course. Sleep well.” Liam’s lips brushed the side of my throat. His hand was still between my thighs, but it felt nice there, so I didn’t ask him to move it.

Heat’sintense dreams woke me up again a while later. A glance at the clock showed that I’d slept nearly twelve hours, and a peek down at my thighs showed that Liam was still holding my core, while my bikini’s bottoms and shorts were around the middle of my thighs.

He was breathing steadily against my back.

I moved just slightly, and his grip tightened. I sucked in a breath, and his lips brushed my throat.

“That feel good?” The rough growl in his voice made my toes curl.

“Really good.”

He rumbled, and he pressed the heel of his palm against my clit.

My hips rocked.

More moans of pleasure escaped me, entirely out of my control.

One of his fingertips brushed my entrance, threatening to fill me, and I climaxed hard.

My breathing was desperate as I came down from the high, trying to recover from the intense pleasure.

“That was—wow,” I panted, pushing his hand away.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

My face flushed. “I need to go back to my bubble spell.”

His grip tightened for a moment before he finally released his hold. I eased myself away from him.

He let out a long breath. “Bailey left a bag of clothes outside the room yesterday. I brought it in when we got back last night.”

That was good, considering my only outfit stunk thanks to heat.

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