With so many things swirling in my mind, I don’t even know where to start, so I lean into the most important part. “The baby is yours.”
He cups my cheeks, his hands trembling. “The baby is ours.”
Chapter 24
Roxy
Idon’t know who pounces first, but when our mouths fuse, everything else ceases to exist.
The kiss isn’t gentle. That wouldn’t be us. Just like the past tumultuous hours, the kiss is demanding. Fighting. Dismantling.
Liam slides his hands under my butt and lifts me with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist and put my hands in his hair.
“You need to rest,” he rasps, but he doesn’t stop.
His lips trail down my jaw, down my neck. Throwing my head back, I give him better access. “I need to feel. I need to stop thinking. You owe me that.”
“But—”
“I swear to God, Liam, take me to bed right now.”
He pulls away, studying me, probably decidingbetween careful and reckless. Between what we want and what we need.
I snake my hand between us and cup his cock. He played dirty. I’m only speaking his language.
“Roxy,” he groans. But his control snaps, and he carries me to the bedroom.
I’m mad with lust, but I don’t want this to turn into something it’s not. “You’re not forgiven.”
“I know.” He lowers me onto the bed.
“We still need to talk.” I scoot up, the robe falling open.
“We do.”
He stands there watching me. Not moving. Just eating me with that intense look of his that makes me quiver.
“I need your cock.” I slide my arms free from the sleeves.
I lick my lips, fighting the urge to squirm under his scrutiny. This is not the first time we’re going to have sex.
But so many things have changed, and this feels like the first time. Because he is not the same Liam.
An enemy I found release and fun with.
He’s not that same man, in light of everything that’s transpired. He played me. He used me. He kept things from me.
But he was so much more before. With his care. His respect. His support.
And he’s the father of my child. That binds us forever, whether I like it or not.
His gaze holds me prisoner as he climbs up to join me. With his knees, he nudges my legs wider. I’m about to push up to sit so I can pull him to me, but he stops me, wrapping his hands around my wrists.
He lifts my arms above my head as he lowers himself, hovering above my body. Swallowing me whole.
“You need my cock, Little Thunder?” he challenges.
“I said I do.” My chest heaves.
