Taming Lily (The Fowler Sisters #3)(91)

“Love you, baby girl,” he whispers, knowing exactly what his words do to me. He can feel the reaction my body has to his tender endearments. “You gonna come again already?”

I nod, my messy hair falling all around my shoulders. His cock rubs against my inner walls, creating a delicious friction that takes me right over the edge, and he grabs hold of my hair, pulling tight so it stings as he thrusts his face in mine.

“Tell me you love me,” he demands.

“Oh, I do. I love you. So much, Max.”

He grips my hip with his other hand, increasing his pace, f*cking me hard. He’s still pulling my hair, his mouth on mine, his tongue thrusting, his cock thrusting, and then I’m coming, milking his cock, his come spurting deep inside me, marking me.

Making me his.

Minutes later I’m in his arms, snug against his side, my head on his firm chest. I can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, and I trace my fingers over his pecs, unable to stop touching him.

“Maybe we need to start slowing down or something,” he murmurs, his fingers in my hair. “All this sex we keep having might kill us.”

I lift my head to glare at him. “No way are we slowing down. This is my favorite part of the day.”

He chuckles and squeezes my shoulders. “Have I told you that I love you today?”

Only about twenty times, give or take. “Yes, but tell me again.”

His expression goes serious and he cups my nape. “I love you. I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you in my life.”

“I love you, too,” I say, my voice soft, my emotions all over the place.

He stares at me. “Would you give up your closet for me?”

I go completely still. “Are you serious?”

His expression doesn’t change and I shove at him, seeing the teasing glimmer in his gaze. “You don’t want to force me to choose between you and my closet. I love that closet. At one point I planned to marry that closet and take its name.”

“Lily Closet? That was your life plan?” His brows lift, looking too sexy for his own good.

“Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” I poke at his chest with my index finger.

“I think Lily Coleman sounds better,” he says.

My mouth drops open and I swear my heart just tripped over itself. “Are you serious?”

He doesn’t say a word, just taps the tip of my nose with his finger.

“Really?” I squeak as he starts to draw my head down to his.

“Just say yes, Lily,” he whispers.

“Ye—” I start but he cuts me off.

And kisses me.