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I exhale a long breath. Talking about myself is not something I’m comfortable doing.
“My cousin Rosaline is like a sister to me. My mom raised her from when she was three years old. My aunt, my mom’s sister, left her at our house and never returned for her. She lives in Mexico with her husband—he was her boyfriend when she ran off with him.”
Her head tips up to peer at me. “That’s sad. I’m glad she has you and your mom. Your mom is a wonderful woman for taking her in.”
I nod and place a kiss on her forehead. “She has a big heart. She worked her ass off to support us. She always felt guilty about not spending enough time with us because she had to work so much.”
She worked during the day at a doctor’s office and part-time as a waitress at a restaurant in the evenings. The first couple of years were the hardest for her. I’d hear her cry in her room. I wished it was me who died that night: my dad would be here, and my mom wouldn’t have struggled so much.
“She’s proud of you, Liam. You have accomplished so much at a young age, and you’re still growing.” She turns to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m proud of you.”
Just as I’m about to swallow the lump in my throat, her lips press on mine as I part my lips, letting her take control. Her fingers slide into my hair, and her tongue thrusts deep against mine, like a snake letting out its venom. My dick tightens in my jeans.
“Take off your pants,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.
She complies by shimmying them down her legs and stepping out of them. We are in a remote spot. I’ve been here many times and never run into anyone. This woman consumes my thoughts and my body, yet I want to keep her at arm’s length. Right now, I’m dying to feel our flesh mold into one, to feel her heat on mine. I bite my lip, watching as she undresses.
I pant, just seeing her naked before me. On my knees, I grab her waist and bend lower to swipe my tongue between her legs. Pleasing her has become my new favorite thing to do. Thrusting my tongue deeper, pounding it—as deep as I can get.
She moans with every thrust of my tongue.
“Your tongue works magic,” she cries out.
I chuckle. “Lie down, Sophie.” I need to be inside her. Feel her.
My heart pounding in my chest as I lay on top of her, I embrace her tightly in my arms and begin to thrust inside her. The desire to protect her overwhelms me, and she becomes the focal point of my attention. As I move inside her, I want to keep her safe from any harm.
CHAPTER 20
SOPHIE
“Fuck, Sophie,” he grunts just as he spills into me.
I honestly couldn’t care if someone passed by. I am too seduced by the way his body moves with mine. His hard muscular body revs like a muscle car, driving me into the bliss of ecstasy. I can’t help the feelings stirring in me—he brought me to his special place, and that itself is worth more than I could have hoped for. My body shakes with my release. Digging my nails into his bare back, throwing my head back, I cry with pleasure.
He nestles in my neck and murmurs, “Was it good?”
Oh my, he melts my world.
He gazes down at me, andthe way he’s peering into me makes my lungs tighten as if they are being squeezed.
Don’t look at me that way, Liam. My heart can’t take it.I close my eyes at his hooded stare.
“Perfect,” I say, my voice barely audible.
He nods and climbs off me with a shit-eating grin. I want to say it was the best sex of my life. It always iswith him.
He’s such a charmer.
“Good—and we have an audience.” He tilts his head to the side toward whoever is watching.
I gasp and grab my jeans. “Who?” I whisper.
He chuckles just as two bunnies run away.
I groan. “You scared the shit out of me. And they were probably staring at your fine ass.”
His eyebrows rise, and he fans himself.
