Page 66 of Bake You Mine
“Please don’t die. Then I’d have some uncomfortable questions to answer. Like why I was here, with my clothes off?—”
He reached over to his nightstand and snapped up a condom. She watched, open-mouthed, as he rolled it on before emanating a noise between a laugh and a groan.
He leaped forward like a cat and pushed her onto the bed. “It was a metaphor.” He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. “Duh.”
Their faces were so close he could see the flecks of gold in her eyes, even in the dim light. Her breath came warm against his cheek as he kissed the side of her neck.
Typically, sex was serious, or it seemed that way. If you were laughing, something had gone wrong.
Yet with Aubrey, he’d never been more turned on, and they were both snickering like kids as her hands looped around his waist, tugging his boxers down from his hips.
He cut her a glance as he sat back, pushing his underwear free.
“What? You’re not the only one with a fetish.” Her grin was devious.
Then, there were no jokes. Their mouths came together with an urgency that made him wonder what he had been doing all his life. That made her an entirely new level of danger, like taking things seriously, screw the competition, dangerous.
He did not want to let those kinds of thoughts cloud his brain when he should be focusing on the delicious little noise she made as he slipped inside of her. He groaned with the first thrust. She felt so damn good, he had to think about the 2005 Orioles starting lineup to keep from coming in thirty seconds.
She dropped onto the pillow and exhaled, eyes closed. Her face was a mask of desire as she groaned out his name. She raked her nails down his back, hard enough to make him wince but also to claim him as hers.
If that were true, it would be kind of hot.
The room became still as they moved together, the gentle sway of the bed, the headboard hitting slightly against the brick wall, and his new favorite sound in the world, Aubrey’s delicious sigh-groan.
“So,” he said, bringing his mouth to her ear. “Living up to those dirty dreams so far?”
Her eyes snapped open. “Why don’t you tell me?” She nipped a kiss against the side of his face. “Sit up.”
She gestured for him to take her place on the bed before she slid a leg onto either side of his thighs. She whipped her dark locks over one shoulder. Eyes locked with his, she guided him back inside of her.
“Holy fuck,” Liam groaned, gripping the soft, tender flesh of her hips as she lowered herself onto him.
Her hair cascaded over them like a veil as she lowered to kiss him.
“Of course, you’re pretty even now,” she murmured. She drew her arms around his shoulders. “I should draw a portrait of you. You’re one of a kind.”
Their lips came together, taking her smart-assed comments with them.
That sweet groan returned as her kisses grew sloppy. “Fuck, Liam, please don’t stop.”
As if he could, halfway gone himself. He stayed, gripping her waist. Now it was his turn to watch. Her hand dipped in between them as she took herself over the edge. He circled her wrist, guiding her movement.
She was so beautiful as she fell apart, stretching his name into a song of moans and sighs.
She collapsed against him, and he caged her in with his arms.
He wasn’t sure how long their breathing was the only sound, until a scratching against the bedroom door broke the moment.
She tilted her head to the side. “He’s going to keep doing that until we let him in, isn’t he?”
“He acts like he pays the bills around here.” He kissed her again before they left the bed, her to the bathroom to clean up, him to let in his demanding old man.
Liam bent over to pick up the twenty-two-pound fluffball. “I’m going to give you a snack and then you’re going to fuck off to your cat tree, got it?”
Teddy narrowed his eyes and meowed.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Too late, big boy. She’s mine.”
