Page 91 of Between Control and Chaos
“Is that seriously your idea of why people get married? Because they’re old and bored?” Liam tries to catch his breath, and he wipes the tears from his eyes. His face is red from his fit of giggles.
I glare at him and then at the brownies. “Are those what I think they are?”
He brought me a plate but had already taken a few bites from the dessert. I grab a piece and pop it into my mouth before crashing back down on the bed with him.
“There’s definitely not anything but brownie mix in that batter. Maybe a little extra spit.”
My nose scrunches. “Gross.” I’ve already taken a bite, but I keep chewing it and swallow it down while making a face.
“Zeke and Harper made them.”
“Oh!” My eyes widen at the realization that they’re definitely not pot brownies if Zeke had anything to do with them.
Liam pulls me against him, my back pressed up against his side. “You just make me laugh.”
“Umm, thanks?” I grin, tipping back, staring up at him.
“I don’t know why we didn’t try this when we were younger,” Liam says, his hands skimming my hips, his fingers sneaking under my shirt to touch my bare skin.
I don’t think he intends to tickle me, but I squirm in his grasp. “Quit that!” I laugh uncontrollably.
He lets go, holding his hands up. “Sorry, no tickling. I know the rule.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, glad he respects my boundaries. He always has, at least since we became whatever this is—boyfriend and girlfriend? It feels far more intimate than a juvenile label, but we are definitely not ready for engagement territory.
Nope.
“We didn’t try this when we were younger because I would have bitten your head off?—”
“Quite literally.” He snickers, glancing down at his cock with a wry grin.
I wipe away the tears as my own fit of giggles surface. “You’re terrible!”
“Maybe it is the brownies,” Liam teases me, wide-eyed, and glances at the paper plate on my desk.
I roll my eyes, knowing that he’s joking. “No, it’s you who makes me laugh this hard. You’re the only one.”
“I know something else that can get hard,” Liam says with a wicked grin.
“Oh my gosh! Do you always have sex on your mind?”
He nods, not even denying it. “It’s a curse, one that you can help me break.”
I pretend to think about it as I climb over his hips and straddle him. “As long as the curse is the only thing I break.”
“Firebreather, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“I might be, but not for a very long time,” I whisper, covering his lips with mine, drinking him in, tasting him, my insides tingly and warm, and the fire he roars inside of me will never cease to exist.
His body, his touch, his breath, all of it lights a flame deep inside of me, and I him.
The End.
