Page 54 of Lost in You (The Monroes 3)

“I’m done playing games,” she told him, a serious gleam in her eyes.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t giving up control like he’d thought. But she trusted him because she’d let her guard down. Even for just a few moments, she’d let him take over.

Liam clasped his hands behind his head. “Can’t keep your hands off me?”

In record time, she had him stripped. He was rather impressed, but didn’t want to think how she’d perfected such a skill . . . and with a bandage on her hand.

“Maybe I can’t,” she agreed, her eyes roaming over his naked body. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for this too long and I’m ready to take what’s mine.”

“Am I yours?”

Damn it. Why did things keep slipping out of his mouth without his permission? He wasn’t asking for more than right here, right now . . . was he?

No. Absolutely not. This was all he and Macy could be.

She lifted one perfectly arched brow in a silent reply. Clearly she didn’t want to get into this debate, either. Fine by him.

“I hope you have protection,” she stated as she climbed back up his body. Nipping along his neck, his jawline, she whispered in his ear, “Because I don’t.”

Protection. Right.

“In my bedroom.”

Something came over her face, but she shifted back away. “Go get it.”

Clearly the bedroom was absolutely off limits. He’d figure out why later, though he had a sickening feeling he wouldn’t like the answer. Right now, he needed to make record time in getting there and back because he wasn’t letting this moment with Macy get away.

Liam grabbed a condom from his bedside table and headed back down the hall. Macy stood at the end, hands on her hips, the soft glow of the evening sun coming in the windows illuminating every sultry curve. Her dark hair hung over her shoulders, her blue eyes drew him in.

“What took you so long?” she asked with a smirk.

Like a panther, she started toward him, but Liam was done with her taking charge. He closed the gap, lifted her around the waist and backed her into the wall. Wedging her in place, he quickly protected himself.

“You’re too impatient,” he muttered against her lips as he slid into her.

Macy’s fingertips dug into his shoulders as she gasped. Her head fell back against the wall and Liam didn’t waste another second. He started to move, to hold her hips still as he completely set the pace and demanded she remain in place. His lips found her exposed neck as her hips attempted to rock against his.

“No,” he panted against her. “You’re mine.”

She cried out when his mouth found her breast and before he knew it, her entire body tightened as she let go. He wasn’t far behind.

Liam captured her mouth, riding out the last of her climax as his body started to tremble, to fall over the edge. Macy looped her arms around his neck and held on even tighter. As his entire body lit up, he concentrated on keeping both of them upright.

Bracing his hands on the wall on either side of her face, Liam lifted his head and worked hard to keep his breathing steady and not sound like he’d just run a race.

“Do you need help with the gutter now?” he asked.

Macy’s eyes widened, then she burst out laughing. “Not what I thought you’d say after sex.”

“Great sex,” he corrected.

She bit the side of her lip. “Great sex. Um, you can help if you want, but I really don’t need it.”

Yeah, well, he wasn’t quite ready to let her go and he had no clue of any other way to keep her here.

“I’d say we need to get on some pants first,” he suggested.

Macy’s legs fell to the floor and Liam pulled away from her. “I’ll get dressed.”

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