Page 83 of Booked for the Holidays
“You okay?” he murmurs, but there’s that wicked grin, the one that says he knows damn well I am.
“Yes—please, Liam?—”
He pulls out, just enough to make me whimper, then drives back in, harder, the sound obscene in the quiet room. “Begging already,” he huffs out, teeth grazing my ear. “Fuck, I love that. Love how you beg for my cock. Say it.”
Heat blooms across my chest, my cheeks. My mind races but my mouth betrays me. “Want your cock—want all of it?—”
“Yeah?” He bites down, gentle but possessive, right where my neck meets my shoulder. “Good girl. You’re gonna take all of me. Gonna let me fill this tight little cunt so deep you’ll feel me tomorrow.”
I moan—I can’t help it—and he laughs, low and dark. His thumb finds my clit, slow circles that make my breath hitch and my hips stutter.
“That’s it, baby. Make those pretty noises. Want you so fucking loud for me.” His thrusts build, harder now, deeper, thestretch pushing me to the edge of too much, but then, his mouth is on mine, catching every gasp, every broken moan.
“You’re mine now,” he pants against my lips, his hips grinding deeper, claiming every inch. “Mine to fuck, mine to make come, mine to keep.”
My nails claw at his back, the heat coiling tight, ready to snap.
“Come for me, Firefly. Make a mess all over my cock. Let me feel how sweet this virgin pussy really is.”
My orgasm crashes over me, raw and blinding. My body clamps around him so hard I feel his rhythm stutter. He groans, deep and filthy, fucking me through it until he spills inside me, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to mine as we come apart together.
He stays there, breathing hard, lips brushing my cheek, my jaw. I feel him smile against my skin. It’s a smug, satisfied curl of his mouth that makes me want to laugh and sob all at once.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice wrecked but so damn tender. “Took it so well. My perfect girl.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
LIAM
Juniper’s curled against me,all warm skin and sleepy sighs. Her hair a messy halo on my chest. I drag the tip of my finger along her spine, tracing lazy circles, just looking at her. This woman has been under my skin since the second she kissed me last Christmas, and now she’s under my skin in every possible way.
I can still feel her. The way she’d clung to me, breathless and brave, her mouth whispering my name when I finally pushed inside her. I’d never experienced anything like it. Never where every heartbeat felt like a promise, like I was giving something up just to gain something bigger. Us.That’s what we are now.
I press my lips to the top of her head, breathing her in. God, she’s wrecked me. And she doesn’t even know how deep I’m in yet. I’ve got plans—things I want to give her, things I’m still holding close to my chest because the surprise of it is half the fun.
She shifts, half-awake, blinking up at me with that soft, hazy look that knocks every thought right out of my head.
“What?” she murmurs, voice sleepy and sweet.
“Nothing.” I grin and drag my thumb across her lower lip. “Just looking.”
She hums, tucking her face under my chin like she’s trying to crawl inside my chest and live there.
And maybe that’s what she’s done. Hell, she’s always been there. I just finally stopped pretending she wasn’t.
She goes quiet again, breath evening out. But me? I’m wide awake, fingers on her back, brain already working out exactly how to make sure she never has to wonder if I’m staying.
And then she pushes herself up just enough to lean over the side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond. But when she leans back, she’s got a small box in her hand. When she drops it on my chest, my heart actually stumbles.
It’s the same box that I found in her living room earlier this week when I was helping her assemble the blind-date-with-a-book packages.
I grin. “Don’t tell me you’re making me unwrap something else tonight, Firefly. I’m not sure I’ll survive.”
She rolls her eyes but her mouth curves into that soft, secret smile I’m starting to think is reserved just for me. She presses the box into my hand. “Just open it.”
