lawyer and work out child support.”
Her breath hitched. Just the word terrified her. Visiting a lawyer, even for child support, meant giving up some control. Right now Noah was hers, hers alone. Her family had nothing to do with her, and after her roommate Teresa’s experience with her in-laws, she was just as glad.
She struggled to push her fear away. She knew she wasn’t enough for Noah. And having Liam in his life would be good for her son. She just couldn’t predict when he’d walk away and hurt them both.
She didn’t want to talk about it now, and straddled his lap, her hands on his shoulders.
“Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
He lifted his mouth to capture hers, the roughness of his stubble stinging her lips as they kissed. The only sound in the room was their breathing as he coursed his hands up her back, under her shirt. He unhooked her bra and palmed her breast, his callused palm rough and masculine against the tender flesh. She wriggled a little on his lap to show her approval. He wrapped his other arm about her waist and stood, lifting her, and turning to place her on the mattress, his hips between her knees. He pumped his hips against hers so that the seam of her jeans rubbed along her cleft as he scissored his fingers against her nipple.
“Love looking at you,” he said against her neck, just below her ear. “Love knowing I’m going to be taking you home.”
She stiffened a little, remembering that he’d said that to her before, when she’d been dancing. What did it mean that he still felt that way, not watching her dance, but watching her walk around with their son? Was she reading too much into it?
She slid her hands down his strong back and squeezed his ass in his tight Wranglers, pulling him closer into the cradle of her legs. “Me, too.”
He rose up on his arms, looking down at her as he fucked her through her jeans. Her hands fell away from his ass as she gave him control, as her whole world became the press of his body against hers.
“Thought you didn’t...dry hump...anymore,” she managed, lifting into each thrust, unwilling to give up the contact.
“Does it feel good?” He circled his hips against her.
In response, she only moaned.
He chuckled, hushing her at the same time, and bent his head to close his teeth over her nipple. The sensation shot straight to her pussy, and she almost came.
“Naked, Liam, please!”
Suddenly, he was gone, his weight no longer on top of her. His short nails scraped against her skin as he dragged her jeans down, her panties with them, tugging off her boots. Before she could reach for him, he parted her legs and lowered his mouth to her pussy.
Just the pressure of his lips against her clit was enough to make her come. He tightened his fingers on her ass to hold her still as he licked and stroked. Then he pulled away and reached for a condom. She was still quivering when he pushed deep inside her.
After a few strokes, he had her on the verge of another climax. She reached between their bodies and touched her clit. Both of them drew in a breath at that. He rose on his knees and dragged her up his thighs, spreading her so he could watch her touch herself as he fucked her. The new angle was exquisite, his cock rubbing just so inside her, making her clit swell beneath her fingers. That, and the way he was looking at her.
She locked her feet around his back and came, hard. He pumped into her, his thrusts strong and even, carrying her pleasure out before following her.
He collapsed on the mattress beside her and tucked her against him, nuzzling his face in her hair.
“Glad you brought me home,” he murmured.
She lay awake a long time, wondering what he meant by those words.
***
The squall of his car alarm woke Liam from a dead sleep. A moment passed before he remembered he was in Grace’s bed. He dragged himself from beneath the covers, yanked on his jeans and padded into the living room. He quickly checked to see
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