Liam grinned. “You are so fucking cute. Two Ewans? MacGregor, I’m assuming, since it’s Bailey we’re talking about.” He placed her back up on the counter, stepping between her legs to keep her upright, and handed her the pie tin containing the last slice of her favorite comfort food. Pumpkin pie.
She ignored the fork and scooped up the delicious filling with her finger, sliding it into her mouth. “Mmms’good.”
He set his hands on her knees and squeezed. “I don’t know why we buy forks. Even when you’re sober, you eat with your hands.”
She dipped her fingers in the soft pie center again and nodded agreeably. “No table manners. I’m hopeless.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Threesomes,” she said, suddenly remembering what she’d been telling him.
“Excuse me?”
“I think Kaya wished for us all to have our dreams come true, only we were all dreaming about threesomes. Bailey wants two Ewans.” Her pumpkin-covered fingertips floated up to his mouth, and she grinned coaxingly. “It tastes better this way. Here, have some.”
“I made it. I don’t have to taste it. You’ve been dreaming about threesomes? Who were the guys? Anybody I know?”
He sounded angry. Why was he angry?
She should stop talking now, but for some reason, she knew she needed to tell him. She wanted to tell him. “Bailey said sex dreams were normal. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? Not that it was ever that good, but at least it was something. I mean, it wasn’t anything like what you and I—”
She covered her mouth with her free hand, forcibly stopping herself from explaining how fantastic the orgasm he’d given her had been. He didn’t need a recap.
“Anything like what?” Liam growled and her eyes widened at the sound. “Stop looking at me like that and let me taste that pie.”
He gripped her wrist gently, guiding her fingers to his open mouth. He took his time, licking off every trace of the creamy concoction. But he didn’t stop when it was gone.
She felt every swipe of his tongue against her index finger as though he were licking her thighs, her clit. Each time he sucked she thought about the thick, denim-covered bulge currently pressed between her legs. And sex. She thought about sex with Liam.
Her legs lifted to wrap around his hips and pull him closer and, before she could stop herself, her free hand gripped the fabric of his shirt and tugged.
She saw his eyes open in surprise when she pulled her fingers out of his mouth and covered his lips with her own. He held back for a moment, mumbling her name against her lips, but she only clung tighter until he gave in with a moan.
Stars again. He made her see stars. They were falling behind her closed eyes and granting every wish she’d ever had.
How many times had she been disappointed by a man’s kiss? They were never anything like they were in the movies. Too wet. Too clumsy. Too open or closed. She used to wonder if she was just picky. If there was something wrong with her, like more than one of her previous dates had suggested.
But then she’d never been kissed the way Liam was kissing her. It was exactly what she needed. Greedy and restrained with enough hints of desperation to make her feel powerful. Desirable. Necessary.
How did he instinctively know that she loved having her lower lip sucked? That the way he groaned into her mouth when she tangled his tongue with hers would make her crave more?
He knew how to touch her, too. His hands were masterful. Confident in a way that made her wet. When he cupped the cheeks of her ass and dragged her against his erection she almost wept in relief.
Yes. Just like that.
She couldn’t stop the sounds that were escaping her throat with each thrust. She pressed closer, her hard nipples aching for friction. For a repeat of this morning. But there were too many clothes between them.
Liam tore his mouth from hers, his chest lifting and falling rapidly, his breath coming in hard pants. “Dani, you’ve been drinking, honey. We really need to stop befo—”
Don’t stop. Not yet. Don’t let him stop.
She reached for the hem of her T-shirt and lifted it swiftly over her head. She needed to feel his naked skin against hers again. Now.
He looked so shocked she almost laughed.
“My bra is in the pool, too. Surprise.”
“You’re not playing fair.” Liam rasped, flatteringly distracted by the flesh she’d revealed.
“That’s true.” She knew he was a breast man. You couldn’t live with someone for as long as she had without discovering a few of his quirks. “What did I win?”
He licked his lips. “You don’t want to know what I’ve imagined doing to these breasts.”
She was dying to know. “Tell me.”
“Are you sure?” His hands flexed on her ass. “My feelings about them aren’t very friendly or polite.”