Page 53 of Lost in You (The Monroes 3)

Liam swallowed at the instant image of what her collection mig

ht contain. “Mercy.”

Macy reached for the hem of his T-shirt. “I’m done looking at this, and I want to know what you have underneath.”

No reason to make the lady wait. He reached behind his neck and jerked his T-shirt off, tossing it across the room. Macy’s eyes widened, then roamed over his chest.

“Better. You’re still wearing more clothes.”

Liam quirked a brow. “And the second these jeans come off, this night will escalate quicker than I intend.”

Macy’s fingertips walked over his abs, moving up as high as she could reach. “Then what did you have in mind?”

Tracing the edge of her yellow bra, Liam smiled when she trembled beneath his touch. “More of you. As much as I’m ready to finish stripping you, I want to take my time and remember this.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you remember it,” she vowed.

Liam slid his hand up, tracing her lips with the tip of his thumb. “And I guarantee to ruin you for any other man. Don’t rush me.”

Why the hell had he just promised that? Why did he want to ruin her? Because he hated the thought of her with anyone else. The mere idea of another man pleasuring her, making her smile, making her tremble, was unimaginable.

“Liam.”

The whisper of his name settled heavy between them. He didn’t know if she was silently pleading for him to do more or trying to find answers to his statement. Regardless, Liam was done talking.

His lips replaced his thumb as he slowly claimed her. Macy would know his touch, his kiss; she’d crave it when they were apart and she’d dream of him when she was alone.

When he ran his hands down her bare sides, she arched against him. All of that smooth skin trembling beneath his touch was nearly his undoing, but he held strong. Hooking his thumbs inside her panties, Liam started sliding them down her legs. He eased up enough so she could assist. Once she was freed, he lifted her to unhook her bra and quickly jerked it out of his way.

Finally, she was completely bare to him. How long had he dreamed of this? Fantasized about this moment? He’d never let himself fully believe this was a possibility, but since he’d been back, the images of her beneath him had been stronger and stronger.

He slid his hands all across her heated skin, feeling that he couldn’t get enough of her. The soft sighs coming from her made him want to speed things up, but he’d promised to ruin her for other men and he intended to keep that promise.

Holding her hips tight between his hands, Liam kissed his way across her shoulders, down the valley between her breasts and toward her stomach. Now she wasn’t only trembling, she was also squirming.

She gripped his hair, tugging slightly until he lifted his eyes to hers.

“Problem?” he asked.

“You’re killing me.”

Liam smirked. “I’m pleasuring you. There’s a difference.”

He’d purposely kissed around all the parts he knew she was aching for him to touch. Heightening her arousal was his top priority right now. He’d always cared about a woman’s pleasure before, but never to this extent. Seeing Macy this vulnerable, exposed, and turned on all because of him was more arousing than damn near anything he’d ever experienced.

“Then pleasure faster,” she demanded.

Liam placed a kiss on her belly button, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. “Are you always this impatient?”

“I’ll get you back,” she threatened, narrowing her eyes.

“Looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

Taking his time, he ran his hands down her hips, her legs, and back up. Sliding over the dip in her waist, Liam finally cupped her breasts, earning him a groan and a catlike arch. The way she bit her lip, tightened her eyes, and tossed her head to the side was all the proof he needed that she was relinquishing control. He never thought she’d give up such power, but for now, she trusted him. The thought humbled him, made him want to please her even more.

One thing was for sure—this night would be memorable for both of them.

In an instant, Macy sat up and shoved his chest until he fell backward on the couch. She grabbed the button on his jeans, ripped it open and carefully tugged his zipper down.

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