Page 122 of Fat Cat Liar


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My heart thunders in my chest, and bells of triumph ring in my ears. I’ve told her over and over again, and each time, I wait for any kind of sign. A newfound confidence takes over, and I dip my mouth to brush over hers. “I’m never going to stop loving you. I’m also never going to give up proving it.”

Her eyes flutter closed but not before I catch a flash of desire. That’s all the encouragement I need. Loosening our joined fingers, I use both hands to cup her cheeks. My lips skim lightly along the edge of her mouth until her lips part and my tongue slides inside.

The kiss starts slowly as I soak in the taste of her. Raspberry, chocolate, and the faintest bit of spearmint coat my mouth, and a growl rumbles from low in my throat as my hands thread through her hair to slant her head for better access. Her hands brace on my chest for a brief second before traveling up to my neck. She presses close, and the air starts to sizzle around us. Our tongues twirl together, creating a rhythm so perfect and natural, the last seven weeks fade from my mind.

Greed builds inside and I dive deeper, flexing my fingers to caress her scalp and at the same time rolling my hips into hers. She responds with a low whimper that sets my blood racing. An ache grows and sears through my veins with a need so raw and savage, I drop my hands to her hips and lift so her legs are forced to wrap around my waist.

A sense of possession kicks in, and my dick throbs between us. She scrapes at the back of my neck, arching into me and grasping tightly. Like so many times before, her body molds to mine. Her thigh muscles tense, her nipples harden, and her hipbones grind into mine.

Electric sensations light up my body, and I sense every curve of her draped around me. My cock pulses, twitching wildly.

Maybe it’s my imagination, but I swear I can feel the swell of her abdomen against the thickness of my dick.

My child.

Our child.

Realization slams into me, and I reluctantly slow the kiss, keeping her curled around me and retreating enough to lay my forehead against hers. Our chests heave together as we catch our breath and her heart beats with mine.

“I’m never giving up,” I repeat.

Her eyes blink open and lock with mine. “I’ve gotten that impression.” She slides her hands from my neck to my cheeks and leans back so I can view her face. Her lips are swollen, her eyes are bright, and there are tiny pink scrapes covering the area around her mouth from my beard.

“I’ve marked you,” I say proudly.

She rolls her eyes, and her lips curl into a small smile. “No doubt you did.”

“Maybe it will go down before we get to the restaurant.”

Her expression changes, the small smile falling to a frown. “Actually, that’s why I’m here. We’re going to have to cancel lunch. I tried to call, but your phone went to voicemail.”

“I was talking to my dad, and the reception is shit out here. Must not have connected.”

“Is everything okay with him?”

“Everything’s fine. Want to explain why you’re canceling lunch?”

She tries to wriggle free, but I walk us the few steps until she’s trapped with her back to the wall and her body still pressed in mine.

“Lawson, let me down.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“Why are you canceling?” I press, not caring about the irritation building in her eyes.

“Let me down and I’ll explain.”

“Not happening. Explain anyway.”

“You’re being awfully bossy. I’m beginning to regret not leaving you a voice message.”

I take a breath and reign in my aggravation. “Greer, baby, why are you canceling our date?” As hard as I try, the question still comes out on a growl.

“I have a situation.”

“What kind of situation?”

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