Page 72 of Taming Liberty

“You brought me with you because I told you I’d get myself killed if you didn’t.”

“That’s why I brought you to Spain. It isn’t why I brought you to my parents’ house, and it isn’t why I brought you to this hotel instead of taking you to Daniel.”

I reach for her shoulder again, and this time, she lets me touch her. I pull her toward me, and she rests her head on my chest while I wrap my arm around her and squeeze.

I love you.

I want to say it out loud, but I don’t. Unreciprocated love is the most painful kind, and if I don’t speak the words, I can pretend they aren’t real.

My eyes close as I breathe in the smell of her citrusy shampoo. She’s warm and soft against me, bringing me back to the time she wanted this comfort. The night she sat in a diner by herself, unable to go home to her abusive husband. I should’ve flown to America right then and come clean. Maybe she would’ve scoffed at me, seeing me as the same type of man as her husband, or maybe she would’ve let me hold her, just like this. We wouldn’t have wasted so much time.

I pull back enough to raise her chin. I kiss her with as much passion as I can convey without saying the words I’m too cowardly to let out.

She matches my intensity, her tongue darting over my lower lip, and I almost feel like she’s saying the words back.

My hand glides from her collarbone to her breast to fondle her over her bra. I open my eyes when she breaks our kiss.

“Here?” she asks, one sculpted eyebrow raised.

I shrug as a mischievous grin pulls at my mouth. “Why not?”

She glances around the parking lot, searching out any voyeurs hiding behind cars, and I fight the urge to laugh.

“The windows are tinted,” I say, slipping my hand under her shirt. I kiss her ear then find my way to her neck.

My fingers slide under her bra, and I rub her nipple with my palm.

She lets out a sigh and leans her head back, giving me better access to her chest.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” she asks, parting her legs when I prod.

I smile and remove myself from her shirt before bringing her hand to my cock straining in my slacks. “I have a pretty good idea, yeah.”

She laughs, her eyes sparkling. I expect to see lust in them, but there’s so much more there. I’ve never seen it before today, and it does something to me. It makes me feel naked, exposed, and … seen. It makes me feel seen. Accepted. Wanted. Maybe even loved.

She caresses my face with one hand while rubbing my cock with the other. “I want you,” she says, moving her hands to my waist.

I undo my pants and shrug them down, just enough so my dick is exposed. She pulls her panties off from beneath her dress then climbs on top of me.

Her eyes close, and air rushes past her plump, parted lips as she lowers herself onto my cock, filling herself inch by inch. Her pussy feels good,incredible, but I fight the urge to close my eyes in ecstasy. I want to watch.

Her fingers delve into my shoulders as she starts to move on top of me, grinding against my base to get as much friction to her clit as she can. Her face twists, and her mouth opens wider as a moan escapes.

It’s hot.Reallyhot. Her pussy feels so fucking good, always, but seeing her face twisted up with ecstasy… It does something to me that nothing else can.

I grip her sides, just below her ribcage, to lift her up and down. She moves her hips to match my rhythm, and it’s no time before her claws dig into my skin and her body tenses. She rides out her orgasm with fast, jerky bounces.

Once she relaxes, I move my hand to the back of her head, jerking her toward me to crash my mouth against hers, swallowing up her moans. Suddenly, I regret fucking in the car. I can feel my temperature rising, feel the testosterone flowing through my veins that dumbs me down to a caveman demanding more than a quick fuck. I don’t just want to feel Lib, I want totasteher. Lick her. Suck her. Hold her up against a wall and claim her.

She pants as she comes down from her orgasm, her movements slowing. I grab her hips and lift her up a few inches before driving myself into her, over and over while my muscles bulge and my skin burns.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl, thrusting harder.

The horn goes off, and Lib jumps and spins around. It has me slowing for just a second, but I’m too damn close to the edge to stop. When she turns back toward me, she covers a hand over her mouth and laughs, her eyes hinting at a mischievous grin I can’t see.

She places her hands on my shoulders and tenses, and only then do I rein myself in.

“This is way too obvious,” she says, still grinning.

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