down to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you in every way I know how, and learn a few new ones just to keep you in my bed as long as possible.”
She shivered.
“So maybe it’s not really me who needs to make the choice of coming closer or getting away.” I brushed my lips against her ear. “You’re the one with the choice, Liberty. I’ve always known what I wanted.” My heart slammed out a pounding rhythm as I lifted my head to see her eyes.
She grabbed my tie and pulled me into her kiss.
Our mouths were ravenous, our tongues rubbing and stroking as I tilted her head to take her deeper. I kissed her senseless and lost myself along the way.
I gripped her ass and lifted her against me, rubbing my erection against the thin fabric of her pajama pants that covered her core.
She gasped, then locked her ankles around my waist and slid her fingers into my hair as she kissed me deeper. Harder.
Need, hot and primal, raged between us. I needed her under me. Now.
I carried her up the stairs. “Your room or mine?” I asked when we reached the top.
“Yours.” She nipped at my lower lip. “Wait.” Her head jerked up.
I froze.
“This…doesn’t mean anything.” She shook her head.
“It doesn’t?” I questioned, trying to keep any logical thought in my head while her ass was in my hands.
She shook her head and kissed me again, twisting her tongue around mine and rocking against my dick. Pleasure shot down my spine.
I carried her to the huge, mahogany bed and laid her across the black sheets. “You really don’t want to have the ‘what are we’ conversation?” I asked to be certain.
She sat up and yanked my shirt from my pants. “The only words I want out of your mouth right now are yes, oh my god, and Liberty.”
“Noted.” I ripped off my tie, then lost the dress shirt, my shoes, and socks. Then she reached for my belt, holding my gaze as she slipped the buckle free and unbuttoned my slacks.
The sound of my zipper coming undone shredded what was left of my self-control. We’d been living together for over a month and I’d thought about having her in my bed every single night.
I dropped my pants and let my boxers follow.
She gaped as she looked her fill at my body. Then she drew her tongue across her lower lip and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
I sucked in a breath with a hiss and fought back a rush of pleasure. Fuck, what was I? Fourteen?
I made quick work of her tank top and pajama pants, leaving her in a simple, white lace bra and panty set that nearly made me swallow my tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She dropped her gaze, and I tilted her chin, bringing those eyes right back to mine.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I don’t just mean physically,” I said slowly, making sure she understood that I meant it.
“You…” she shook her head and traced the outside line of my abs with a single finger, riding the V-line all the way to my cock. “I don’t have words for what you are.”
“I’m whatever you want me to be,” I said honestly. I would tie myself into knots for this woman, and we couldn’t even have a conversation about what the fuck we were to each other besides being parents of the child we would share.
“I just want you.” She rose on her knees, looped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
“Then you have me,” I said against her lips, lowering us to the bed and settling her head on my pillow.
I kissed her breathless, then started down her body. She arched and gasped when I bit gently on her nipple through the lace of her bra. Once it hit the floor, and she was bare before me, I filled my hands with her curves, palming and shaping her incredible breasts.
Then I lowered my mouth and sucked her nipple between my lips, flicking my tongue over the hardened peak.
“Nixon,” she groaned, spearing her fingers through my hair and holding me to her. I gave the other breast the same treatment until her breaths were rushed and color flushed her skin. Her hips rolled, and my dick twitched.
I took the edges of her panties between my fingers and looked up, meeting her lust-filled gaze and nearly losing my shit right there. “Are you sure you want this?”