I swear the room spun. “I said we should stop…but I didn’t say I wanted to, did I?”
That opened his eyes.
Will put his feet back on the floor and crooked his finger. “Then come over here and let me show you just what I thought about. Unless, of course, you’re still trying to be good.”
I lifted my chin. “Oh, I’ll be good. I’ll be fucking great.”
He grinned. “No doubt.”
But it was a long walk, those five steps from the couch to the chair. Every second built the anticipation, the desire—and the dark thrill of knowledge that this was a point of no return, that we were about to--
I shivered when he put his hands on my thighs and lifted his gaze. One of my knees rested on the chair’s arm. Will sat back and stroked my skin, his breath short and tight, eyes lust-drunk.
“Wait.” His hand covered my knee and eased me back to stand so he could tug my shorts to the ground and push my over-shirt off. Will kissed my leg just below the hem of my tee and exhaled hard. “These legs. Fuck, come here, Liv.”
I needed no more prompting to straddle his lap, cup his jaw, and seal our mouths.
Skye McDonald is my pen name for the series of novels I’ve written. Each of the books features its own protagonists, and can be read as a standalone novel; however, this seven-book-and-growing series is the world of a group of friends and family, and you will meet your favorite characters again in supporting roles as you progress through the books.