Page 45 of Daddies' Holiday Toy
The fabric slides over my hips, my thighs, and down past my knees.
He works them off completely, tossing them aside.
My bare legs stretch out against the comforter, and suddenly I’m achingly aware of how little I’m wearing.
I’m sure from this angle, he can see how soaked my panties are.
His gaze rakes over me, slow passes that make me feel both bold and unbearably exposed all in the same breath.
“Better?” I murmur, my voice coming out softer than I intend.
His throat bobs again when he swallows. “You’re trouble.”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
He moves closer, one knee pressing into the mattress beside my hip.
His long fingers feel warm as they settle on my bare thigh.
My skin tingles instantly at the touch, heat spreading upward until my stomach clenches from it.
For one reckless second, I think he might actually lean in and kiss me. His eyes drop to my mouth like he’s considering it, right there on the edge of giving in like I so desperately want him to.
But then he pulls back, absolutely killing me.
With a low curse, Liam stands, grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed and tossing it over me. “Go to sleep, Holly.”
I blink up at him, still caught in the charged air between us. “Seriously? You’re no fun.”
His laugh is short, almost pained. “Yeah. You have no idea.”
Just like that, he’s gone, walking out of my room before I can push him any further, leaving me lying there with my body still thrumming with a frustration I’mwaytoo keyed up to sleep through.
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LIAM
The second I pull her bedroom door shut behind me, I know I’m fucked.
Not just in the “damn, that girl is trouble” kind of way.
No, this is thedeepkind of fucked that I’m not sure I’m going to be able to make it out of.
Every nerve ending in my body is still humming from being that close to her, from the arousal I could literally smell from between her legs as she started to spread them for me.
She’s like a damn siren, coaxing me with a song straight off the edge of my ship.
I stand in the narrow hallway for a beat, just breathing in the air around me to try and clear my head.
Christ. That was close.
The cabin is quiet except for the muffled sound of the fire crackling from the living room.
Running a hand through my hair, I push away from her door and make it to my room without turning around and going right back to what I’d accidentally started.
As soon as my room door closes behind me, I sag against it.
My back hits the wood hard, my head tipping back while my heart refuses to slow.
