Page 62 of Fall for You (Flirting with Forever 4)

Forever.

That’s what I want with Quinn—a lifetime of forevers.

As our touches become more heated, our hands and lips more frantic, I have a feeling it will always be this way with her. I slide her panties off as she removes her bra. My boxer briefs follow, then I nudge her legs open with my knee. I bend forward to touch my lips to hers before trailing

my mouth down her body, adoring every part of her. When my lips land on her stomach, I ease back, caressing her belly with my hands, still in awe over the miracle we’ve made together.

Quinn holds out her arms and pulls me down until I cover her body. As my erection teases at her center, she lets out a little whimper. “I need you, Liam.”

I groan. “Trust me, I need you, too.” I slide inside her body, knowing nothing could ever feel more perfect and knowing I’m in love with this woman. I close my eyes as I begin to move. “I need you like nothing else, Quinn. Please say you’ll stay with me.”

Chapter 36

Quinn

He wants me. He wants me with him. Always. I whisper next to his ear as he pumps into me with sure strokes, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His lips slant over mine in a seemingly unending kiss that takes my breath away. He brings me right to the brink again and again with his caressing hands, hot mouth, and powerful cock until the orgasm overwhelms me, sweeping through my body from head to toes. My emotions are so all over the place, my breath comes out in gasps, moans, and everything in between. Everything I feel for this man has been there right from the start. Some unknown attraction to him, some idea that we’d be perfect together … I don’t know where it came from, and it took me quite some time for my brain to catch up to everything else I’ve been feeling. But I’m ready now—I’m ready for anything and everything, so long as it’s with Liam.

Chasing his release, he moves quickly, rocking into me, grinding his pelvis against mine, and sending me spinning off into another universe. Stars burst behind my eyelids. I capture his head between my hands, look deeply into his eyes, then kiss him like it’s the first time—full of wonder and excitement.

“Oh God, Quinn. You feel so fucking good.” He tucks his head next to my ear and groans as he comes, pouring himself into me.

Late the next morning, we’re a chaotic mess of tangled limbs and sheets. I don’t care. I just know what I feel, and my heart pounds with it.

On my nightstand, my phone vibrates. Lazily, I pick it up, tilting it toward me as I see there’s a voice mail from a number I don’t know. In a flash, I’ve jerked to sitting upright in the bed, my hands fumbling with the phone.

Liam’s also sat up, calm as can be. “It’s probably nothing. Breathe.”

My rock.

“But what if it’s about my mom?” I can’t keep the fear out of my voice.

“Let’s find out, then.” He takes the phone from me, puts it on speaker, then taps to play the message.

“Hi, Ms. Lockmore? This is Mary from the financial department at the hospital.”

I freeze, clutching at the sheets, lifting them in front of me.

“I’m sorry to call first thing, but I know you had come to us to ask about a payment plan yesterday, and I wanted to let you know that there’s no need. The bill is now paid in full. Have a good day.”

“Wait, what?” I frown, not understanding. “But I just talked to them yesterday.” I’m about to climb off the bed in a huff to call them back when Liam wraps his hand around my arm.

When I look at him, it finally hits me what's happened. “Did you do what I think you did?” I wet my lips as I gaze at him, the edges of his lips tilting up into a sheepish smile.

“Yes.”

“But—”

He pulls me into his arms and brushes my tousled bed hair back from my face. “What good is money if I can’t help the people I love?”

My brain does a minor short-circuit. When my eyes are finally able to focus on him, two things hit me all at once. First, he paid Mom’s surgery bill, and second—

“You love me?” Tears prick behind my eyes.

He nods, staring at me intently. “I love the way you take care of everyone in your life.” He nips at my shoulder with his lips. “I love your body.” He skims his fingertips over me as he holds me. I shiver. “I love your sharp mind. I love your dry sense of humor. I love the way you are with Olivia”—he visibly swallows—“and how I know you’ll be with this baby.” He runs his hand over my belly where our child is nestled safe. “Quinn, I love you.”

My hands shaking, I lift them to his face, running my fingers lightly over his skin as I study his eyes. “I love you, Liam. I love everything about you.”

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