Page 35 of Lost in You (The Monroes 3)

Yes. This is exactly what she was talking about. They were finally getting somewhere.

His tongue tangled with hers as he walked her back toward the stairwell. For privacy? How far was he taking this? She silently pleaded for him not to put on the brakes, to take her upstairs where they could continue to explore. And why had she said two minutes? Why didn’t she say an hour? The entire evening?

When her back hit the wall, Liam’s mouth traveled down her jaw, over her neck, and toward her ear. Macy shifted her head and sighed as wave after wave of arousal pummeled her.

Macy slid her fingers through his hair as his breath tickled the side of her neck. When his hands slid around her waist, jerking her tank from her jeans, Macy’s belly clenched with both shock and anticipation.

The jerk on the snap of he

r jeans had her moaning, then biting her lip to keep from begging. The zipper slowly eased down and a half second later Liam’s large palm settled across her lower abdomen.

“I can’t stop myself.” His tortured tone growled into her ear. “I need to touch you.”

Then they were definitely on the same page because she was about one breath away from pleading with him. The second his hand started roaming lower, she stepped wider, cursing her jeans and the restriction.

Macy wanted to feel him, too. Needed to have his taut skin beneath her hands. She slid her fingertips beneath his shirt, pulling the material up as she explored.

But then Liam touched her exactly where she ached for him and Macy suddenly forgot about everything else as she dug her nails into his back. Dropping her head back against the wall, she let out another moan, not even caring what she sounded like.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he muttered as he used his lips on her collarbone. “Don’t hold back.”

As if that was an option?

Macy jerked her hips, needing more. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she wasn’t about to question it, either. Liam was touching her, torturing her in the most satisfying of ways, and she’d never felt so turned on, so disoriented and caught up in the moment.

His finger slid over her, into her, and Macy rocked her hips harder. Still digging her nails into his back, she let the emotions wash over her, let Liam give her pleasure.

When he pumped faster, Macy couldn’t hold back another second. Her entire body seemed to let go, shattering in his arms as the climax slammed into her. She heard him muttering something, but she couldn’t focus on anything other than how amazing her body felt, how perfect this moment was, and how she couldn’t wait to go upstairs and finish.

When her body stopped trembling, Liam slowly pulled his hand away and eased back. His eyes remained on hers, but suddenly he wasn’t touching any part of her. A burst of cold air swept over her heated skin.

Macy didn’t like that look she saw on his face. Didn’t like the fact he seemed to be sliding up some invisible wall between them.

Something between torture, pain, and sorrow all mixed in and stared back at her as the cold, harsh reality came crashing back.

“I guess the two minutes are up,” she muttered.

The muscle in his jaw clenched and Macy took his blaring silence as her answer. Jerking her clothes back in place, she kept her gaze on his. No way was he taking the easy way out of this. If he wanted to stop, he’d have to look her in the eye and tell her what the hell was going on.

“So, what was this?” she asked once she was covered. Throwing her arms wide, she dared him to answer her honestly. “Was this you staking your claim because you heard someone else ask me out?”

“I didn’t mean to touch you,” he murmured, glancing away as if he was ashamed of what just happened.

“Well, you did a fine job of touching me for someone who didn’t mean to. Why are you so angry with yourself now?”

Clasping his hands behind his neck, he blew out a breath. “I’ve been here before, Macy. I can’t do it again.”

Now they were getting somewhere. Those demons of his had come out to play at the most inopportune time. But she wasn’t backing down, not when he was struggling. She was feeling frustrated, but he clearly needed someone, and if he was attempting to open that door even the slightest bit, then Macy was going to barge her way in.

“Who hurt you?” she asked, suddenly not as concerned with getting upstairs, but more concerned with digging deeper into his life and figuring out what, or who, had done so much damage.

His dark eyes hardened. Gone was the passionate, giving man of a few moments ago. “Nobody. I’m sorry I let this get out of hand, but I’m human and I lost it.”

“I wish we could lose a little more control,” she stated, crossing her arms over her chest. “Because I was having a good time and I know you would too if you’d let yourself.”

“I’m not in town for a good time,” he retorted. “I take responsibility for what just happened—”

“Well, I’m so glad. Here I was worried I was responsible for my own orgasm.”

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