Page 51 of Sharp Lies

I laughed and helped him, and then we climbed into bed together in a movement that was surprisingly comfortable.

Almost like we’d done it before.

He lay back with his head against the headboard. “Come here,” he murmured.

And despite the intensity of that moment by the window and the way it had heated my blood to nearly boiling, I put my head on his chest and just... breathed him in. The musky, heavy scent of him, which I was coming to associate with safety.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” I whispered back. “Thank you for having me over.”

“Better than being by yourself?”

“Loads.”

He paused, and then asked another question. “Do you want me to move to the floor?”

“And give up this soft pillow?” I asked jokingly. “Are you kidding me?”

He flipped me on my back and stared down at me. “Who are you calling soft?”

“You. Obviously.”

“Why you little...”

He didn’t finish the threat. Instead, he ducked down and sealed his mouth over mine, diving into me like he’d been waiting years to do it and had finally lost all discipline over the matter. I groaned and arched up into him, my body immediately remembering how it had felt standing next to the window with him, and within seconds, my heart was hammering so hard I thought it might explode.

Warren drew back and looked down at me, searching my eyes. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” I said again. “Yes.”

The corner of his mouth twitched in pleasure, and he ducked down toward me again. This time, his mouth went to my neck and the sensitive skin right below my jaw, sucking and kissing as his hands pulled my arms to my sides. His fingers threaded through mine, holding me there, and he kissed up the column of my neck to my earlobe.

“You sure?” he whispered.

I groaned. “If you ask me one more time, I might change my mind,” I gasped.

He sat up to look at me again, and in his eyes, I could see everything he was thinking. The need that had been growing between us for days now... and the hope that this was more than just a physical thing. The wish to make it more.

The need to have it mean something.

And as his hand went to the waistband of the sweatpants he’d loaned me and started on the tie, his eyes never leaving mine, I thought there was a very good chance that this would mean something. He got the knots undone and pulled the sweats down, then yanked the T-shirt over my head so I was lying in front of him, completely naked.

And I felt glorious and sexy in a way I’d never experienced. Like I’d somehow been born to be with him. Born for him to look at me like this.

Of course when he took his jeans off, exposing a perfectly modeled body and a cock already hard and ready for me, I amended that thought. We’d been born to look at each other.

I didn’t get to look for nearly long enough, though, because he was spreading my legs and settling between them in the next moment, his mouth on mine and his fingers clenching my hands.

“Are you okay?” he whispered against my mouth.

I was more than okay. I was soaked and panting for him, my body screaming out its need for this man who had been just a neighbor, then a friend, and now something a whole lot more. My protector. My hero.

“Yes,” I gasped.

He grunted and let the head of his cock slip up against my wetness, pausing there for a moment before he started to push his way into me.

And damn, he was big, stretching me tight and filling me until I was close to bursting. He slid himself in to the hilt and paused again, his muscles straining and his chest hard against mine. Then with a soft “Lily,” he started moving inside me, pumping in and out so slowly that I wanted to scream for him to speed up and take me the way I knew he wanted to. I wasn’t too young to take it, and I wasn’t going to break.