Free Liabilities by Shannon Dermott Page B

you very well.”
    “I didn’t know her either until it was too late.”
    It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what he was doing with her that kept him from asking the important questions, but I decided it wasn’t an answer I wanted to know.
    “That’s the thing I love most about you, Bailey. You get me like no one else.”
    Trying to stop this from where it was headed as he moved closer to me, I blurted, “What if I wanted the biggest house and car?”
    “I’d give you those things and fill it with our kids.”
    My lips felt dry. I licked them as he slowly stalked the small distance between us. “You’re not worried about my wanting things.”
    He chuckled. “You care less about things than I do. Give the girl plumbing and electricity here, and you might stay.”
    “Maybe.” And that was the last word before the heat between us ignited like a bomb.
    His lips were on mine, and I reached my arms around his neck. His hand explored my body over my clothes. I could feel desire as if it was tangible. His hand tangled in my hair and exposed my neck. His kiss tingled my cheek, and his mouth moved down just below my chin until he reached the high neck of my dress.
    “This dress should be labeled cock blocker,” he hissed.
    I looked at the fabric that covered me to my toes. His hands disengaged and reached my hips. He fisted the fabric, slowly pulling it higher to reveal my calves and then my knees.
    He descended so fast I had no time to stop him. Then reverently he looked up at me with the skirt of my dress held at thigh level. He was waiting on an answer. We were adults. It wasn’t as if this was the first time we’d seen each other’s skin. I nodded, giving him the approval he sought.
    Then his mouth was on me. His tongue danced along the seam line of my underwear until he let go of one side of my skirt, half hiding his face from me in fabric. But I didn’t need to see him to know where he was. I could feel him shift the scrap of fabric to the side. The first heated taste of his tongue had me leaning my head back upon the tree. I looked up through a tangle of branches.
    My hand fisted in his hair, needing more than the gentle touch he was giving me. That’s when he added first one then two fingers expertly thrusting up. My body moved roughly up and down against the bark in time with his driving pleasure. His mouth covered my most sensitive nub, and I pressed his face into my heat without a care to anyone seeing. Realizing what I’d done, I let go and took my skirts in my own hand.
    The pleasure built entirely too fast. “Turner, I want you inside me.”
    Pulling his tongue from my center, he said, “I need to taste you.” And he set back to work with flicks of his tongue in and out of me, trading his tongue with his finger intermittently until I came hard and fast. I had to bite my tongue from crying out my orgasm.
    All thoughts of anyone had vanished. “I need you,” I pleaded, as he got to his feet and licked his lips.
    His kissed me, tongue fucking me in a way that spelled out all he promised. I didn’t mind tasting myself on his tongue. It heated my core further. My hand reached out and grabbed at the amazing budge in his pants. “Let me,” I said wanting to reciprocate. I hadn’t remembered his cock being this large.
    The school bell tolled a reminder, to not only the students but the entire community, that break was over.
    He adjusted himself. With a quick raise of the eyebrows, he said, “They’ll be looking for me.”
    My mouth felt swollen, and I longed for more of his kisses. He’d been passionate when we were young, but this Turner tasted and acted like a man very much in control of how to pleasure a woman. Then the thought of how many women had helped him learn his tricks of the trade made me queasy.
    “I’ll head back,” he said.
    Now I did frown. “You don’t want me to walk with you?”
    He shook his head. “I want you to walk with me, ride me, marry me and bear my children. But