Chapter 22

Between rough kisses, he growled, “You were gone. Thought you regretted us.”

Livia slid her little fingers through his hair, then fisted it tightly, using her grip to tilt his head so she could bite his lip. “Never. Wanted to make you pancakes.”

His relieved laugh ended on a groan when she undulated her hips, rubbing herself against the aching length of his cock. Spots danced behind his lids. Gods, but he could feel the heat of her pussy through the thin material of his boxers.

Locking his knees so his legs didn’t give out, he grunted against her lips, “Fuck, Babe! Stop that, or I’m gonna come in my pants.”

She ground herself against him again, making his eyes roll into the back of his head. He could feel her lips curl in a smile against his own as she whispered, “You’re not wearing pants.”

“Oh, yeah.”

She pulled back suddenly, leaving him chasing after her to reclaim her lips. Snickering, she covered his mouth with her hand, telling him that, at some p