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  While soaking up the last of the spillage, Liam squatted down in front of me, his shirt now bundled in his hand. I bit my lip, my body suddenly responding to the sight of his bare chest.

  Still on my knees, I rose up, dropping the towel on the floor beside me, and met his smile with my own. Liam had a determined look in his eyes as he set his beer next to mine on the coffee table and reached for me, his strong fingers letting go of his shirt to grab the hem of mine.

  My stomach leapt with the brush of his fingers against my skin, chills peppering my sides in his wake. With a painfully slow pace, he lifted the shirt over my head, tossing it next to his, the slight dampness making a thwapping sound against the tile.

  From a squatting position, Liam lowered to his knees, his face mere inches from mine. He reached for me, large hands enveloping my cheeks with warmth, his hard body pressed to mine in a delicious mixture of heat and muscle.

  I felt the power of his lips hit mine with force before I anticipated his movements, the kiss so powerful, it nearly knocked me over if it weren’t for his hold on me. My hands reached for him, wrapping behind his neck and holding on for dear life. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling at the strands as his tongue consumed my mouth.

  God, he felt so good, the power of his need for me outweighing all other thoughts in my mind. A shiver ran through me as his lips left mine, his mouth devouring every inch of my neck with intensity. His teeth nibbling at the most sensitive skin below my jaw had me crying out, my moans filling the large room.

  With an animalistic hunger I never knew existed in him, he pushed me back onto the rug, holding my shoulders just enough so I wouldn’t hurt myself. His body immediately covered mine, his lips continuing their vicious assault against my skin, teeth nipping at the curves and ridges of my collarbones.

  Rigid and harsh, yet seductive all in the same touch, he ran his hand up my side, tracing the contours of my stomach, waist, and ribs, until he finally reached the curves of my breasts. He let his fingertips linger along the lower crease below my bra’s underwire before finally cupping both mounds in his hands.

  I gasped, exhaling a breath I didn’t even know I was holding as he pulled the cup of my bra down and devoured my nipple, his warm mouth enveloping me with vigor. My body bowed up, ever nerve ending begging for more.

  A low moan escaped my mouth, surprised at the intense reaction my body was having to his touch, as I pushed my head back into the carpet, giving him better access.

  “God, you’re so fucking hot, Maci,” he mumbled against my chest, switching to the other breast and biting my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

  “Ahh!” I cried out, desperate for more from him. Reaching between us, I grabbed his hard length through his jeans.

  He brought his head back up, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with the feel of my hand touching him. Hovering over me, pressing my hand and his hardness between my legs, he crushed his mouth to mine.

  His kiss was anything but sweet, the force of it taking my breath away while I fumbled to unbutton his damn jeans. The feeling of his lips on mine sent a shock through me, the thought we were still on the floor of my living room long forgotten as we melted into each other. His lips were so soft and tasted like my favorite beer mixed with the most seductive scent of man.

  Reluctantly, he pulled out of our embrace, cupping my face and brushing his thumb over the blush of my cheek.

  “Damn. Your lips seem to make everything else in this world seem nonexistent,” he said with a mix of passion and confusion in his eyes.

  Biting my lip, unsure of what to say at first, I finally managed to get my voice to work as I said, “Fuck me, Allen. Now.” With those words, I forcefully ripped the button open on his jeans, pushing down at the fabric like my life depended on it.

  “Hang on, I have some condoms in my bag,” he said, backing away and taking all the oxygen with him in the process.

  “Screw condoms. I need you now!” I demanded, pulling at his neck, taking no time to close the gap between us. I needed to feel him inside me.

  Hoping it would convince him, my tongue met his, boldly tasting him again. Hot and wet, we devoured each other.

  He moved his lips forcefully over mine while pressing me into the floor, my tongue having a mind of its own as I traced his bottom lip, biting it to show him just how ready I was.

  A low growl of approval rolled from his chest and into my mouth. It made me feel good to know I affected him like this. I was winning the battle. Both his hands tangled into my hair in an urgent caress as he consumed my mouth.

  When he broke away again, his eyes were bright with affection. The sensuality and roughness of his kisses left my lips swollen, tingling.

  “You sure?” he asked, one of his hands gesturing toward the duffle he left on a stool near the kitchen. “I can just grab one real quick.”

  “Positive. I’m protected and clean,” I assured him. “Seriously, Liam. Quit stalling and do as I say. Make love to me.”

  Without words, he sat up on his knees, pulling away and staring at me with pure hunger in his eyes. His hands moved fast, his fingers making quick work of the button on my pants.

  I couldn’t help but giggle when he yanked my pants off, the craving in his deep, blue eyes intensifying as he exposed more of my skin.

  Tossing the jeans over his shoulder, he hovered over me, his lips meeting mine again while he positioned his length at my entrance. I cried out in pure pleasure when he pressed into me, filling me and causing a fire to break out between us.

  His tongue met mine, boldly tasting me, hot and wet, as he began to move with newfound eagerness. An electric current surged up my spine and sizzled over my nerves down below like a bolt of lightning.

  Gasping for air, we broke away, our breaths coming in quick pants, desperate for oxygen as he thrust into me. I watched his muscles flex with each new move he made, staring at him in wonder. He simply captivated me.

  Grasping my hips, he sat up on his knees, lifting my ass and changing the angle. My mind went wild with desire with this new position, the feeling of him hitting just the right spot sending me into a storm of conflicting sensations sure to push me over the edge.

  I grabbed on to the foot of the couch, the edge of the rug, anything I could get my hands on, desperate to hold on as he continued to pummel me… hard. My breasts were still held hostage by my bra, one nipple freed from the thick padding of the cup, the sensation of the cool air hitting the hard bud making it that much more enjoyable.

  Reaching out, Liam’s large hand raked across my face, his thumb pulling at my lips. Strong fingers trailed down my jaw, my neck, spanning over my collarbone and holding onto me as my voice became hoarse with sounds of pleasure filling the room.

  I felt my stomach quickening, the head of his dick continuing to touch that wickedly intense spot deep inside me.

  Too soon. Way too soon, I thought, desperate to make this sensation last as long as humanly possible.

  Trailing his hand further down my chest, Liam grabbed hold of my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers while he held onto my hip with the other. The power he had over me only intensified the slew of feelings eating away at my resolve. His possession made a new set of flutters wreak havoc on my belly, each pulse of his dick inside me taking me to the edge.

  An uncontainable shudder rolled over my body as I watched him thrust in and out of me. It started deep in my abdomen and radiated outward to every nerve ending in my hypersensitive skin.

  Relinquishing his hold on my breast, Liam brought his hand down my body and began toying my clit with his thumb as his movements increased in force. He was a bit too harsh, his fingers obviously just as vigorous as his dick.

  Quickly, I brought my hand down to replace his, knowing all it would take was a gentle touch for me to burst in every conceivable direction and ride the fierce wave of my release.

  “Oh yeah,” he said, his voice gravely as he stared down at me, my finger moving in time with his
hips. Closing my eyes, I tried to control the sudden bursts of pleasure radiating through me.

  I moaned helplessly as my orgasm started to build and swell. My body began to quiver as waves of pleasure rippled through me like an incoming tidal wave. Exquisite pleasure bombarded me and rained down over my body.

  My sob echoed over the room, and I fought for breath as gratification overtook me, robbing me of my sense of reality.

  Lowering his body, Liam pressed against me, skin on skin, sweat beginning to build deliciously between us. With his elbows poised on either side of my head, he devoured my mouth again. My lips muffled his groan of pure pleasure—the sweetest sound of agony.

  I could feel him start to tremble as his climax was closing in on him, his lack of control taking me by surprise and making me feel like I was the one driving him wild.

  His animalistic rhythm became desolate and fierce. His jaw was tense and his eyes were infernos, burning me up with his gaze.

  His smile of satisfaction was glorious and he threw his head back, slamming his hips into me, hard, relentless. He lifted until he was almost completely withdrawn from me and then slammed back inside, sending shockwaves over me.

  He came back down, positioning his elbows above my shoulders again, and increased his pace until he was pounding against me, hard and fast.

  “Yes, Liam. Ahh…”

  My mouth opened again, but his lips pressed to mine muffled my scream.

  His groan splintered the air with pure pleasure just after my own world shattered into a million pieces—spasm upon spasm rippling through his body.

  He slowed and took a more tender pace as I milked the last of his release.

  Liam collapsed on top of me and rested his head on my shoulder. His hips twitched, continuing to pump against me in short, jerky motions until he finally stopped and his harsh breathing rasped against my ear. His lips grazed the base of my neck as his pants warmed my skin.

  Grunting, he rolled off me, his arm naturally wedging beneath my head. It was then I realized he still had his pants and shoes on, the fabric gracefully tangled around his ankles.

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  Chapter Six

  Liam: Everyone has Secrets

  Her laugh caught me off guard, yet the sound was so sweet, I didn’t want it to stop. She had obviously needed a good lay, her body and mind seeming to forget about the stresses of the real world for even a few meager moments.

  I chuckled along with her. “I think our Chinese food is cold.”

  “Eh, that’s what microwaves are for¸” she said with a gentle pat to my chest, her fingers lingering in the light trail of hair between my pecs. “Sex trumps food any day.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” I said, my breaths still coming out heavy as I attempted to calm my heart. The woman clearly took my breath away in more ways than one.

  Propping her chin up on my chest, she looked at me and smiled. “You were holding back before, huh?”

  “Hmph. Would it be arrogant of me to say that I’m still holding back?”

  “Mmm.” Smiling, she reached out just enough to peck me on the lips. “Very arrogant,” she added just before standing and readjusting herself in her bra. The cups were made to look like Ninja Turtle eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. She was so damn cute. “You can go heat up our stuff while I run to the bathroom.”

  I stared, enraptured, while she jogged away, the view of her ass doing all kinds of delicious things to me. God, I could get used to this. Being with her was as easy as breathing, and I honestly didn’t want it to end.

  Looking down at myself, I realized what a gangly, awkward mess I was compared to her. With my shoes still on, my pants and boxer-briefs were around my ankles in a heaping mess, our beer-stained shirts along with her jeans and panties just a few feet away.

  Making quick work of the shoes, I kicked them off before standing to pull my underwear and pants back up to my waist. I wasn’t sure what the hell she saw in me—honestly, I was a complete geek compared to the likes of her—yet we seemed to mesh so nicely, conversation hardly awkward unless we spoke of our feelings and such.

  Feeling a bit more confident now that my bony ass was covered, I pushed my shoes out of the way and grabbed what was left of my beer. Walking to the kitchen counter, I scattered the contents from the bag of food, feeling the temperature of the containers as I went. Honestly, most of it was still fairly warm, but I popped a few of the items in the microwave anyway, unsure of just how toasty she’d want it.

  Really, I was a prime candidate of the bachelor life—cold Chinese food didn’t scare me in the slightest. But I knew I might have to change my ways if I ever intended to keep a girl—and damn, I wanted to keep her.

  Within moments, she walked out from the hallway wearing nothing but a light pink tank top and a new pair of panties, black this time. I nearly dropped the container of Chow mein at the sight of her. She was undoubtedly doing this just to get a rise out of me, her bra long forgotten, and her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.

  “Whatcha staring at, Mr. Allen?” she asked, quirking her brow at me as she picked up her beer and began to chug while walking toward me. If we hadn’t just gone at it like a bunch of horny rabbits, I’d be all over her. Hell, even though I’d just come, I could still feel myself twitch at the sight of her.

  “You’re seriously trying to kill me, woman.” I was beginning to wonder if we’d even make it to using the Specter prototypes tonight, considering she was going to make me drown in my own drool.

  “Nah, I just feel comfortable around you. But if you find it awkward, I can change.” Her words cut at me. No way did I want her to change a thing. She was perfect in every way imaginable.

  Even though I inwardly flinched when she thought I was unhappy, I had to hide my discomfort at her words, plastering on a smile and searching my brain for a quick, quirky compliment.

  “Well, that Ninja Turtle bra was pretty damn sexy,” I said with a chuckle, opening more containers to display all the food for her to choose from.

  “Damn. Trying to feed a third-world country tonight?” she said, picking up an egg roll and taking a bite.

  “I would if I could.” I hesitated, wondering if the possible waste of this much food would bother her.

  “God, I love fattening fried foods. Too bad it all goes to my ass.”

  Was she serious? By the expression she wore, I could tell she was. How in the world could she even worry about something like that when she looked so absolutely amazing?

  “Well, it’s a stunning ass. I’d say fried foods do the body good,” I said, leaning my elbows on the counter and taking another swig of beer. I could only hope my words gave her a bit of comfort. Her self-image was so far off from reality, it would’ve been comical if it weren’t so sad.

  “Says you!” she exclaimed, throwing a beer bottle cap at me to get me to hush. With that, she picked up her fortune cookie, cracked it open, and popped a piece in her mouth as she read the slip of paper. “Love is like war, easy to begin but hard to stop.”

  I just stood there, absorbing the words, wondering just how seriously she took silly fortunes to be. It was more of a fact than a fortune, yet it was possible something so deep would scare her away from me. Hell, it scared me shitless at just the mention of the word love.

  “Well, isn’t that quite fitting,” she blurted out, staring at me, her eyes suddenly full of vulnerability. It was as if an internal war was playing out behind her gaze, her mind searching for words she couldn’t seem to spit out. As if she needed to bury her feelings, she picked up the other cookie, tossed it at me, and said, “Your turn.”

  I just smiled, knowing her fortune had made her uncomfortable and loving the possibilities of the meaning behind her discomfort. The crinkle of the wrapper was loud in the room as I opened the package and pulled out the cookie. Never taking my eyes off her, I cracked it using one hand, watching her fidget beneath my stare. It was almost painful to look away fr
om her once I pulled out the fortune and began to read.

  “Don’t let the past and useless details choke your existence.” These cookies were usually random and bogus, but our fortunes seemed to touch on some rather fitting topics tonight. “Hmm… I was hoping it’d tell me I’d kick someone’s ass in PvP action tonight.”

  “In your dreams,” she retorted, grabbing a fork and pulling a container of pork fried rice closer. “What your fortune means is that even though I’ve kicked your ass in the past, doesn’t mean you should give up. Though, I will still kick your ass. You just need to keep on trying, Mr. Allen, purely for my entertainment.”

  Her wink was cute as she tried to act all tough. However, I had the upper hand tonight. She’d never seen anything like the Specter system before. I couldn’t help the confidence that oozed from me in that moment. Around anyone else, I’d have no problem keeping my conviction levels up, but around her, I had to make a conscious decision to pump myself with poise. Wasn’t that the case with all men when it came to women who brought them to their knees?

  “Another wager then?” I asked, eager to see what she’d come up with this time and hoping it’d get the attention off me for a moment.

  “Of course! You know me all too well.” She looked excited, hope blooming in her eyes at the idea of beating me again. My stomach leapt at the thought she’d be right. After all, she never ceased to amaze me time and time again.

  “Okay, then. What’s on the table this time?”

  “Hmm,” she hummed, stuffing some chicken into her mouth as she thought. “How about secrets?” Her mouth distracted me, her sweet lips wrapping around her thumb as she licked some duck sauce from the pad. Secrets… what kind of secrets did she want?

  “What do you mean?” Did I really want to tell her my secrets? I was often an open book, but a new secret had been bubbling up inside me for the past few weeks, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for her to become privy to my innermost thoughts. Not yet, at least.