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I spin to him, eyebrows raised. “What’s up?”

He releases his hold, his eyes scattered as they search mine. His face pinches, eyebrows set, jaw tense. “I think I was wrong earlier.”

“Wrong?” I ask. “About what, exactly?”

“About you… and me.”

“I’m—”

“Fuck it.” He moves in so fast, I don’t have time to react to his arm around my waist, tugging me to him. His mouth crashes against mine, the kiss warm, yetrough, and then his tongue… a single stroke at the seam, and I’m panting for air as I part my lips, granting him access. The moment our tongues touch, it feels like everything all at once, like liquid and ash. Like he’s just poured fuel on my insides and set my entire body ablaze.

We kiss forever.

Or maybe only a few seconds.

I can’t be sure.

He pulls away, his eyes opening a beat after mine. “Okay?” he whispers.

And the only thing I can do is nod.

But it’s all the permission he needs to continue. He has one hand on my neck now, thumb pressed beneath my chin, the other in my hair, fingers digging beneath my braid as he surges forward. He’s so in control of every move, I feel like I’m chasing after him. Every press of my lips, every stroke of my tongue. He practically lifts me off my feet, his mouth never leaving me as he sits on the couch, forcing my legs to fold on either side of him. I lace my fingers through his hair while his hands coast along my back, lower and lower, until they’re cupping my ass. He squeezes. Hard. Just once. And I moan at the sensation of his hard cock pressed to my core. “Jesus,” I whisper, my back and neck arching on its own. He places his open mouth at the base of my neck, sucking at the spot while his hands on my ass encourage me to grind against him.

I’ve thought about this moment numerous times—what it would feel like to have him like this, for him totakeme like this. None of my fantasies compare to the fire he’s lit inside me. Not even close. “I have to tell you something,” I breathe out, my fingers curling into his scalp.

His mouth skims down my chest, stopping just above my bra. “Tell me.”

“Yesterday…” I say, pressing firmer down on him. He lets out a groan, and I dip my head, meet his lips halfway. We kiss slower than before, but it comes with a stirring of something deeper. More passionate. More needy.

He pulls away. “Yesterday, what?” he urges.

I try to catch my breath, my bearings. “Yesterday, you left me so turned on, I couldn’t sleep. So I tried to take care of it and?—”

The back of his head meets the couch cushion. “Show me.”

My eyes widen. “What?”

He removes my hand from his hair, settles it over my mound. Then he leans in close. So close I can feel the warmth of his exhale against my mouth. Or maybe it’s just the ghost of his kiss. He strokes my bottom lip with his thumb, his eyes scattered, searching.

“Show me how you touched yourself.”

Breath caught in my chest, I sit a little taller, then lower my gaze to the space between us. I move my fingers right over the spot?—

“Not like that,” he croaks. He starts undoing the buttons of my denim shorts. “Show meexactlyhow you—fuck!”

Before I know it, he’s standing, and I’m holding on to him as he grips my ass to hold me in place. He rushes out of the living room and into the hallway. He turns toward the bedroom, then curses under his breath before spinning around and opting for the bathroom instead. He closes the door, locks it, then flicks on the shower. Finally, he places me down on my feet, my back against the door. “What the—” One of his hands covers my mouth, the other holding a finger up between us, asking me to wait.

“Liam!” Lincoln shouts. “What the fuck did you do?”

Liam ignores him, and, with one hand still covering my mouth, continues with his task of undoing the buttons on my shorts. My eyes widen, while his flare with heat. He smirks, right before tugging on my shorts until they’re on the floor.

“Where the fuck are you?” Lincoln yells, and he sounds closer than he did a second ago. My back jerks forward with each of Lincoln’s pounds against the door.

Liam’s jaw tightens. “I’m in the fucking shower. Fuck off!”

Lincoln says something back, but neither of us pays attention because we’re too busy kissing. And not the type of kisses we shared earlier. This one’s fueled by pure desire. He’s bent at the waist, while I have my arms around his neck, his mouth hot against mine, our tongues diving, drifting across each other. He lifts me off my feet again, carrying me the few steps to the vanity. He sets me down, then immediately spreads my legs open for him. He steps back, taking in the sight, before he focuses on the space between my legs. “Fuck, Addie,” he whispers. “So fucking wet.” Then he takes my hand, places it right where he wants it. “Show me.”

My chest rises and falls as I watch him watch me, my entire body igniting with lust. I lower my hand beneath my white cotton underwear, and I can feel the moment the damp fabric pulls away from my wet center. And if I can feel it, I’m sure Liam canseeit. I press a finger to my clit, sparking a flicker of ecstasy through my bloodline.

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