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“Oh.” I let out another gasp that’s high and breathy, the scream starting to build in my throat again. “Yes. Liam.” I cry his name. “Yes!”
Tipping my head back, I run my nails down his spine as he plows into me, picking up the pace until his breaths are as out of control as mine.
My chest is bursting as another orgasm starts to rock my body.
I’m being so frickin’ loud right now, and I don’t even care. I can’t think past the sensations that are lighting my body up like a Christmas tree, splitting me down the middle as Liam plunges into me over and over.
“Ah.” He starts to cry out, too, grabbing my knee and hooking it over his hips until his piston pumps falter and he’s drawing back and plunging forward with three long thrusts that hit. The. Spot.
As he spills himself inside me, I’m torn apart by a sensation that’s so fucking good, I can’t keep silent.
I probably deafen the poor guy, but holy mother of all things tasty, Liam “Perfect Penis” Carlisle is rocking my world.
CHAPTER 22
LIAM
After Rachel milked me like a queen, I couldn’t move. All I could manage was fumbling the condom off with a tissue and flopping down beside her. My jelly muscles pulled her against me, her perfect ass nestling into my crotch as I covered us with a blanket, then spooned her. I’m pretty sure I was smiling as we drifted off to sleep.
Around 3:00 a.m., I stirred, woken by gentle kisses on my neck. Light fingers drifted down my body, curling around my dick and quickly bringing him to attention. With a lazy smile, I wrestled a condom out of my pants pocket, then found a home between her legs. We made sleepy love. It was slow and dreamy, like we were floating on a cloud or drifting in a pool of crystal-clear water. The room was pitch-black, and I couldn’t even see her face, but I could hear her sweet moans in my ear.
When my body felt like it was close to coming, I sought out her clit and caressed it until she came with a lusty cry that made me feel like a king. Her inner walls clutched me tight, and I came right after her, burying my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her sweet scent.
Now it’s Christmas morning, and I’m waking up with the only present I’ve ever really wanted. I didn’t even know it until I opened my eyes and felt her weight against my chest. Her long leg is slung over my thighs, her arm draped across my stomach. If I wasn’t busting to pee, I would stay here for the rest of my life.
Sliding out from under her as gently as I can, I tiptoe to the bathroom and wince when the flush sounds like a rocket engine taking off. It’s so damn loud, and I don’t want to wake her. But when I walk back into the room, she’s sitting up in bed, tucking the sheet around her naked torso.
“Morning.” She curls her mussed-up hair behind her ear with a shy smile. I love her bed hair. I love her rosy cheeks and those big green eyes peeking up at me beneath her bangs.
“Merry Christmas.” I smile.
She grins, her face lighting with excitement. “I got you something.”
“No way.” I grab my boxer briefs off the floor and slip them on while she rummages over the other side of the bed and gives me a shot of her very fine ass. I love that curve, her smooth skin. She’s so fucking beautiful.
I’ve thought that a million times already, but I can’t imagine ever not thinking it.
She sits up, sucks in a breath, and holds it while passing me a wrapped box.
“I’m gonna love it,” I assure her.
“You don’t know what it is yet.”
“Doesn’t even matter what it is.” I pause my unwrapping to smile at her. “You gave it to me, so I’m gonna love it.”
The look on her face is too kissable not to lean forward and press my mouth to hers. She runs her long fingers down my face, and we share this gooey look. The kind you see in rom-coms the morning after their first night together.
Shit. We’re a fucking rom-com!
And I love it.
Tearing off the rest of the paper, I lift the lid of the box and let out a soft laugh, pulling an Avalanche hockey jersey out and holding it wide.
“Because I keep stealing yours,” she murmurs, then guides me to turn it around so I can see the name on the back—SAKIC 19. “Ethan said he’s your favorite player.”
“Forever and always.” I grin, pulling the jersey on and modeling it for her.
“You look so great.” She laughs. “You should seriously wear that all the time. Just that jersey and boxers… or no boxers. That’s optional.”
