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He left the panties puddled at her feet and glanced his way up her body, to the wet spot around one erect nipple. The other stood just as hard yet dry in its cotton cup. “Hardly seems fair, does it?”
She caught on quickly and shook her head. “Nope. You’re a tease, Liam O’Neill.”
“Tease, am I? I’ll show you a tease.” He pushed her back gently and stood, his erection straining against his jeans.
He pulled the snap and undid the zipper, inching it down carefully, aware of her gaze following his every movement. He stopped halfway, allowing only the thick stalk and head freedom from the tight confines. He sighed in relief, smeared his thumb across the swollen crown through the glossy offering leaking from the tip, and rubbed it between his fingertips.
“Whose cock is this, Raine?”
“Mine,” she breathed. “All mine.”
“Look at me. Take your bra off and show me those gorgeous breasts.”
Slowly, she reached behind herself, unclasped her bra, and peeled it free. She stood for a moment, pushing her hair back, cupping her breasts, and looking up at him as she skimmed her thumbs down the outsides of her swells, toward her nipples that tightened and lengthened to her touch.
He groaned helplessly. She did that to him. She had no idea the power she wielded.
“Feel better now?”
Raine sent him a soft smile of gratitude. “Yes.”
“Good. Get in the tub. Sit with your legs spread so I can see my pretty pussy. Do it now.”
Her eyes went dark with arousal. A flush of color stained the tops of her breasts, her throat, her cheeks. He ached to sink his cock into her, feel her soft tissues gripping and squeezing him tight. Jesus, just the thought…
He lifted her around the waist. “In you go, wench.”
He held her as she dipped a dainty foot in the tub. Once she’d settled into the water and splayed herself wide for him, she sighed sensually, making a great show of piling her hair into a messy knot and arching toward him. Then she leaned her head back and blinked up at him with sensual expectation. The woman knew how to make him so bloody hard…
Liam pushed his jeans down his hips. She watched his every move, eyes drawn to his shaft, thick and long and screaming with need. He fisted it slowly from root to tip.
“Your cock, is it?” The muscles in his belly flexed and rippled with the movements of his hand.
“Mmm. It is,” Raine moaned. He watched as one of her hands inched between her parted thighs toward her clit while the other curved around her breast.
“None of that now,” he insisted. “That’s all mine to pleasure. And I do mean to please you. But I want you to see me first.”
Her lips parted as she watched him stroke his cock. “I do see you, Liam. Always.”
He stepped into the tub, inching closer until she could only see his hand stroking up his thick-veined shaft before he slid his fingers back down in a slow, torturous crawl.
He kept on until she looked ready to pounce on him, until he honestly couldn’t last a minute longer.
Then he sat in the warm water and pulled her roughly over him, her back plastered to his chest, her legs still splayed wide. With a whisper, he bade her to guide his cock to her opening. Then he shoved up.
One thrust.
Hard.
Deep.
With a groan, he wrapped his arm beneath her breasts. With his free hand, he fisted her hair as he set his mouth against her ear and plowed her with hard, sharp strokes. “You think you’ll be leaving me if Hammer goes to jail? Be taking our babe with you? You’ve got another think coming.”
“What?” she panted, breathy, confused.
“You heard me, Raine. Never. Not happening.” He plunged inside her again. “Do you understand me?”
“Liam.” She melted against him. “I don’t… I wouldn’t… Oh, god. I can’t think.”
He fucked her deep again, the need rising, desperate, grabbing him by the balls. “Do you understand me?”
“No. I mean, yes. Why would you think—”
“At the lodge. You said you’d not have me without him.” He shoved into her once more, finding his way even farther inside her. “He’s my brother and I love him. But you’re mine, too, Raine. Do you hear? Mine.”
“Liam…” She flung her head back to his shoulder, eyes closed. “Yes. Yours.”
Something in him relaxed at her admission, even as the primal need to claim grew. “I’d die without you, love. You’re staying with me, no matter what. If you leave, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth.”
“Never.” She rocked with him, lost in pleasure. “Liam, love you.”
“I love you, too. Did you hear me?”
He licked her throat, bit her where her pulse beat wildly. Her nails dug into his arm. Her thighs shook as she fought to rock with him as he pummeled himself into her with swift, merciless strokes like a battering ram.
