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And this wasn’t fucking. Liam had fucked a lot of women. He wasn’t a complete manwhore but he had a fair handful of partners each year.
None of them had felt like this. The only other woman he’d even considered going bare with was Brigid. He’d considered a lot of things with Brigid, until she’d turned out like all the rest.
Calla lifted a hand to his cheek. “Are you with me?” Her eyebrows were furrowed. Like she could see him dwelling on the past. Screw that. He wasn’t going to let his shite history fuck up this moment with Calla. He put his hand over hers, then flipped her palm to kiss it. His other hand dropped under her ass, clutching her as he slid in another inch. And then another.
Calla’s eyebrows went high and her mouth dropped open. She was the goddamned picture of ecstasy.
He’d take her there. Jaysus Christ but he’d take her there, and then follow her over. He pushed the last of the way inside her until their hips were flush together. He rocked his pelvis so his groin rubbed her clit. That might not be enough. It wasn’t with some women.
But before he could even think about dropping his hand between them to ensure, Calla’s own hips rolled into his, rubbing just the spot she needed. Liam could tell because her eyebrows arched further up each time she ground against him. They’d be at her hairline soon but fuck, he loved how expressive she was.
He dragged his cock out and then in again and she clenched around him. “Baby,” he hissed out.
“Is this real?” Calla whispered, dragging her cheek across his before kissing him again. “Is any of this real? Earlier, with… And you.” Her eyes were bright with wonder as she looked at Liam. “You’re you and I’m just the town tomboy.” She clenched on him and bit her lip.
But Liam’s stomach had soured. “What do you mean I’m me?” Did she know who he was? How much he was worth? Fuck. Was she playing him like everyone had his whole life?
If she was then she was one hell of an actress. But Jaysus, hadn’t he overheard Xavier talking to Mel about how Calla had just lost everything? She was totally broke and then here comes the rich billionaire—fucking Christ how was he stupid enough to be barebacking with—
“Liam?” Calla’s voice was colored with concern. “I lost you again. Where are you?” Her eyes searched his back and forth.
“What did you mean by sayin’ you’re you?”
She blinked like she was confused. “You’re Liam O’Neill. The whole town knows you.”
What? He knew that witchy little blonde had found him out, but—
“Everyone talks about you guys at the ranch. And you,” her shoulders lifted in a small shrug. “Well, you’re the fun, sexy one. You’re always making people laugh. I’d see you, at the bar sometimes. And whoever was with you was always laughing.” Her eyes scrunched and she tilted her head. “You’ve just got this shine about you.”
Shine. He had a shine about him? Him? Not his money or the gold and diamond jewelry she thought he’d shower her in?
But the more he looked at her, those eyes of hers so open, the more he believed her. She wanted him. Just him.
She thought he had shine.
He covered her mouth with his. Christ, she tasted sweet. The instant the tip of their tongues made contact, she started writhing against him crazily. Like she couldn’t get enough of him. Like she’d never felt anything so good in her life.
Liam pulled out and shoved back in, hiking her up by both her legs and pinning her against the wall.
Her features went soft with lust and he leaned in to nip her gorgeous throat with his teeth. She clutched his head and held him to her, all the while making little high-pitched gasps. The octave seemed to rev higher and higher the more he thrust.
And then she let out a keening wail as she shuddered around his cock. Liam leaned over and drowned the noise with his mouth on hers. His balls drew up—it was coming. Jaysus fuck it was coming. The tip of his cock— Fuck, it was so insane without a condom. He could feel everything. Fucking everything.
His cock bottomed out and he kissed her crazily as his cum spurted deep inside her. Holy fuck. Holy— He pulled out and thrust back again, spilling the last of his load. Still he kept moving. She felt so fucking amazing.
He dropped his head to her chest, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. He felt her lips on his temple and her arms and legs clenched around him tighter than ever. They stood there for one breath. Then another. Until finally his legs started shaking from holding her up.
She laughed as he awkwardly set her down. But he pulled her back into his arms as soon as her feet touched the shower floor. The spray was still hot around them. The beauty of hotel showers. If they were back at the ranch, there would have been pounding at the door for using up so much hot water at once.
He kissed her again, a short, sloppy press of lips. He couldn’t decide if his body felt light or heavy. The moments after orgasm always left him feeling emptied out. Not just physically. There was a coldness that usually stole in the second he recovered from coming.
But having Calla in his arms, the way she clutched him back… He looked down and her features were relaxed and happy. Satisfied.
And damn if that didn’t have his cock hardening all over again.
Liam pulled away from her reluctantly. “Come on,” he said, running his hand through his wet hair to get it off his forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He soaped his hands and caressed down her stomach and then between her legs. She grabbed hold of him, her whole body shaking. He needed to get her to the bed. He hurried at his task and soon they were both stepping out of the shower.
