The Dating Plan(65)
She reached between them, stroked along his hardened length.
“Not yet.” He gently moved her hand away. “I made you a promise that I intend to keep.” Kissing his way down her body, he hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them off. “Hulk’s gotta go.”
Warm hands held her firm as he settled between her legs. His warm, wet tongue drew lazy circles around her sensitive flesh, so gently at first, she hovered between pleasure and pain, and then harder, faster, until the ache inside her blossomed into edgy need. He slid one thick finger into her wet heat, and then another, a sensual intrusion that stole her breath. And then his lips closed around her aching nub.
She cried out, throwing back her head, hands fisting his hair, pleasure cresting and flooding through her veins, trickling out to her fingers and toes.
With a low growl, he pushed up and sheathed himself with a condom he pulled from his pocket. On instinct, she rolled her hips, wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him close. Liam grabbed the edge of her headboard with one strong arm and plunged inside her.
She gasped at the exquisite sensation and tightened her legs around him. Need pulsed beneath her skin.
“Move, Liam. Please. I won’t break.” Her body took over, hands gripping his thick biceps, hips rocking, taking him deeper.
A strangled groan escaped his lips and he gripped her hip so hard she knew his fingers would leave bruises. Braced against her headboard, he pulled out and pushed in deep and hard, shoulders straining as he gave in to her demands, filling a need she didn’t know had existed, taking her outside of herself, beyond control.
The bed squeaked, swayed. The headboard hammered against the wall in time to the rhythm of his thrusts. Need coiled inside her, tighter and tighter, until finally she peaked. Her spine arched, her orgasm sweeping through her body in a tidal wave of pleasure, filling her with heat.
Liam growled her name, corded throat tightening, muscles going rigid as he followed her into oblivion.
The sound of wood splintering startled her, made her heart jump. Liam dropped down, covering her with his body as the headboard split in two and crashed down on top of them.
“Oh my God.” She panted beneath him. “We broke the bed. Are you okay?”
Liam heaved the headboard up so she could slip out from underneath him. When she was safely away, he lifted it onto the floor and gave a satisfied growl. “Now, that was good sex. Where’s my phone?”
“You are not posting a picture of this.” Daisy’s heart pounded as she surveyed the destruction. “What if someone in my family saw it?”
“It’s just for me.” He grabbed his phone and snapped a quick picture. “But if anyone did see it, they’d be jealous that you are with a fucking sex machine who is so powerful he ripped your headboard in half.” He curled his arms, popped his biceps. “The Hulk is no match for the power of these pythons.”
“I see another python is also proud of the fact that my room is destroyed.”
Liam cupped his semi-erect length and gave a manly tug. “The desk is next. Or should we do it on your dresser? You’ve got a weapon of mass destruction at your beck and call. Just point me in the right direction.”
Laughter bubbled up in her chest. She loved this playful, joyful side of Liam. Maybe he’d never really had a chance to embrace that part of his personality when he was growing up, but he was definitely making up for it now.
“Are you seriously comparing yourself to a weapon of mass destruction?”
“Look at this room.” He opened his arms wide. “We rocked the fucking world.”
Daisy made her way across the broken shambles of the bed. It didn’t look girlie anymore. They’d managed to knock off the pink duvet, and all the fluffy pillows, and tangle the delicately flowered sheets in a heap.
Definitely time for a change.
“Where are you going”—he growled—“wiggling that sexy little ass at me?”
Daisy looked back over her shoulder and smiled. “You said something about a desk?”
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Friday, 3:30 A.M.
DAISY: Are you awake?
LAYLA: I am now.
DAISY: I had sex with Liam.
LAYLA: Is that your idea of a joke? It’s too early in the morning.
DAISY: We broke my bed and my desk and my collection of Disney princess teacups.
LAYLA: OMG. I can’t even . . . Are you CRAZY?!!?
DAISY: Maybe.
LAYLA: He’s supposed to be your FAKE fiancé.
DAISY: It was just a onetime thing. I’m about to send him home. He’s sleeping on my collection of stuffed pigs because there are splinters in my sheets.
LAYLA: What are you going to do when your dad comes home?
DAISY: Tell him I had a nightmare.
LAYLA: I hope it’s a nightmare and Sam is going to wake me up and I’ll be in my bed not texting you in the middle of the night.
DAISY: It was soooooo goooood.
LAYLA: Stop. You’re hurting my eyes.
DAISY: He’s waking up.
LAYLA: We need to talk about this. Send him home now. Don’t do anything stupid.
DAISY: GTG. He wants MORE!
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SUNDAY morning, Liam drove up the narrow lane leading to the distillery, with Jaxon bouncing excitedly in the back seat behind him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to visit but he was shocked at the state of disrepair. The white wooden fences were gray and worn, the low stone walls crumbling, and the cobblestone drive was bumpy with holes. Looking at the run-down buildings and rusted barns, he wondered if Daisy would think their arrangement wasn’t worth the effort.