Sugarlips (Beefcakes Book 2) Katana Collins (win 10 ebook reader TXT) 📖

I’d been far from available. And while Tasmanian Chloe was a lot of things… she was not a cheater. “Well, I hope I can live up to the fantasy,” I replied.

He dipped his mouth to brush a kiss at my jaw. “Fantasy Chloe Dyker doesn’t even hold a candle to the real you,” he said.

Time stood still between us, and we were suspended there, nose to nose. “Just tonight,” I whispered and this time it was quite possibly more of a reminder just to myself.

“Just tonight,” he repeated. With a flick of his hips, he pushed inside of me. I gasped, my body stretching and adjusting to his thick girth. He groaned, the sinews of his back flexing as I dragged my hands across them. “The real you is so much better than anything I could have imagined.”

Tears stung the back of my eyes as I skimmed my fingertips across his stubbled jaw. “You are perfect,” I whispered as he thrust slowly and deeply inside of me.

His mouth brushed across mine. “A wise woman told me: perfection doesn’t exist.” His withdrawal was slow and languorous.

“Maybe not,” I agreed and bent my knees. Planting my feet on the cot, I used the leverage to push my hips higher, thrusting deeper against him, and we both groaned. “But Liam Evans is the closest I’ve ever seen.”

He linked his fingers into mine and pulled my arms above my head, pinning me there to the bed as his hips set a steady, sensual pace, gliding in and out of me. A stream of apricot light spilled into the room from the window near the desk. The golden hue sliced across Liam’s face, catching against a single bead of sweat gliding down his temple. He was downright breathtaking.

I clung to his hands while wriggling and pulsing against his hard body as he sped up his rhythm, rotating his hips in hard, measured strokes.

He bent and latched his lips to my nipple, sucking hard, as panting gasps tumbled from my trembling lips. Hands clasped, mouths possessing each other’s, we exploded in frenzied movement. Consumed by our hunger for each other, we gripped and pounded, clawing and thrusting feverishly. No amount of closeness was close enough.

He shifted my hands so that he could hold both of them above my head with one of his while reaching the other down between our bodies.

The moment his touch brushed across my swollen clit, I was done. I cried out, legs trembling and possessed by my lust, I exploded as a carnal sound tore from my throat. Blazing heat detonated through me, contracting my muscles around his cock, still pulsing in hurried thrusts inside of me.

He freed my hands, pushing up onto his elbows as his climax followed directly after mine. I was still riding the waves, convulsing around him as he groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy, the muscles and lines of his biceps corded with tension.

His shaft pulsed, throbbing violently within me as he rocked against me, milking every last drop of pleasure he could from my pussy. Eventually, his hard, shallow breaths slowed, lengthening back to normal and we both sighed, exhaling in that satiated way that only the release of long-built tension could allow.

With a curl of his finger, he twisted a coil of my hair around his knuckle and kissed me with a careful and deliberate sweep of his tongue across mine. “You know,” he said, his voice raspy. “Having you here each morning might not be the most time-effective choice.”

I sat up quickly on my elbows. “Why?”

He jerked his head toward the closed office door, then leaned down and bumped his nose to mine with a chuckle. “Because one more second out there, and we would have violated about a hundred health codes. Do you know how long it would have taken to sanitize that kitchen after sex?”

23 Liam

The remaining two days in the week flew by and I felt like a completely new person once I got a couple days with an extra hour or two of sleep thanks to Chloe.

However, no thanks to Chloe, she kept our schedules packed and planned to the minute. Neil and I filmed all kinds of social media content on her phone, so that she could get clips of us together before he left.

And she’d kept her word when she said our night together was a one-time only thing. But there was a change in how we acted around each other. Even while we baked yesterday morning, her hand would brush mine, her touch lingering. I’d look up from where I was whipping the cream and find her staring at me.

And damn I liked it. I would take Chloe anyway I could get her; And eventually, I felt confident that she would see how good we were together. I just hoped “eventually” came sooner rather than later.

Elaina meant the world to her and she would never hurt her sister. My only hope was that once Elaina got over the pain of her and Neil’s breakup, Chloe and I could be together.

When the day of Mom’s surgery rolled around, my phone alarm blared at four in the morning. The plan was to meet Finn, Addy, and Neil at Mom’s house and caravan down to Boston General together in two cars, just in case someone had to rush back to Maple Grove for any unforeseen reason.

The sun hadn’t yet risen over the horizon and crickets still chirped, singing their evening song as I locked my front door, packed duffel bag slung around my shoulder.

When I turned toward my car, I startled, finding Chloe parked out front, leaning against her car. Arms casually folded across her chest, she smiled at me in a greeting.

“What are you doing here?”

She rolled her eyes and tugged the door open. “You didn’t really think I was going to let you go to your mom’s surgery alone, did you?”

“I’m not alone, I’ve got Neil and Addy and…