The Best Friend Bargain(42)

“Do you like to be talked to during sex?”

“I’m not opposed. What about you?” His mouth hovered over the aching nipple of her left breast. “Do you like hearing dirty things?”

“I think you could read a manual on carburetors to me right now and get me off.” She’d always loved the deep timbre of his voice, and naked Danny sounded a million times better.

“I’ve got one…” He lifted away from her.

She grabbed his shoulders. “Don’t you dare get off this bed.”

He smirked. A cocky tip of his lips that said, you moved. She lifted her arms back over her head and pressed the back of her hands into the bed, wiggled her hips. Then she made some foreign sex kitten sound she’d never sighed before, hoping he’d get the hint that she couldn’t take his teasing anymore.

It worked. He looked at her with something she couldn’t name before finally lowering his mouth to her breast. Super sensitive, she lifted off the bed as he sucked her. His hands were everywhere. At least it felt that way, her entire body quivering with pleasure.

When he lined their hips up, his muscled abdomen brushed her swollen one, and touching that way was so erotic and personal that emotion filled her eyes, her heart, her muscles, and her bones. Making love for the first time like this—and with Danny—was something she would never forget.

He moved his attention to her other breast, fingers found her wet and needy center.

“Danny, I want to touch you.”

The care he was taking with her, one arm holding his weight while his mouth and hand caressed with perfect pressure, sent vibrations through her body, love through her mind. He rained kisses up her neck, to a little spot behind her ear that made her shiver.

When his mouth crushed against hers, she kissed him back with equal intensity. He positioned himself at her center, thick and hard. His fingers laced with hers above her head and they both squeezed, as if they never wanted to let go.

“Wrap your free hand around my cock and guide me inside you,” he said against her cheek as his lips skimmed over her chin, under her jawline.

She bent her legs at the knees and reached down, taking him in her hand. He was by far bigger than anyone else she’d been with and she wondered how he’d fit in her mouth. Later, Miss BJ. Sheesh.

“Wait.” Danny raised his head. “Let me grab a condom.”

“You don’t need one. In case you haven’t noticed I’m already knocked up”—she grinned—“and I’m in good health. I trust you are, too.”

He let out a hiss as she stroked him. “I am. And I’ve never not used—”

“Okay, then.”

With eyes on one another, Liv slowly brought him inside her. Her hand immediately fell away when her interior muscles gripped him, taking him inside her body like he belonged there. The intensity in his gaze told her maybe he felt the same way. And then he started to move and she was lost. Gone in a sea of sensations that felt so good she never wanted him to stop.

He sank into her again and again, setting a steady rhythm that matched her own desire. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the soft texture, the way his gaze went heavy lidded. He moved in a particularly intoxicating way, and holy shit did it arouse her. She rushed up and sank her teeth into his shoulder. “God, Danny. Just like that.” She soothed the bite mark by passing her tongue over the blemish.

She continued to meet him thrust for thrust, getting deliciously close to a second orgasm. He hooked his arm under her thigh, rocked in that perfect way of his, and she felt him even deeper.

Tucked beneath him, feeling everything, she tossed her head back and gasped his name as she climaxed.

Danny’s breathing grew ragged, his body constricted, and he followed her over the edge, “Olivia” on his lips. She loved the sound of his husky voice. When finished, he kept them together as one, his handsome face inches from hers. She was too blissed out to speak, but oh, how she wanted to hear what was going on in his head.

He’d rocked her world, and she hoped she had done the same to him. Because she wanted to do this again. Like maybe in an hour. She stared up into the brilliant rings of brown and green around his pupils and smiled.

A sunrise over the bluest water and whitest sand on the planet had nothing on the potency of the smile he gave back. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.

She missed the physical contact immediately. When he put his arm around her and brought her against his side, her heart squeezed. She snuggled against him, her arm across his middle, her leg hooked over his. “So…” she said.

“So,” he mimicked.

Okay, so they probably needed some time to digest what had just happened before they talked about it. There was no going back now. No rewinding to platonic Liv and Danny. Lying with her cheek pressed against his chest, the past fifteen years of their friendship played through her mind. He’d always held the title best. She didn’t make good friends easily, especially not with the same sex, for some reason. There were a few girls she could count on to meet for coffee or dinner, a couple from her work life and college. And, most recently, Sienna. Sienna had been the shoulder Liv cried on before she left London. Sienna also worked with Will.