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wealth of bottled-up emotion. Orgasms were a great way to let off steam. He was in a pressure-cooker situation himself, but it was temporary. He couldn’t explain how he knew it, but he was convinced she’d been stressed for quite some time.
    “You’re not going to stop, are you?”
    “Not unless you want me to.” Curving his fingers, he listened to her breathing as he explored a little.
    Her breath hitched. “That’s...nice.”
    Ah. He’d found her G-spot. He stroked her there until she began to tremble. “Maybe you’re not done, after all,” he murmured.
    “You have good hands, Liam Magee.”
    “It’s a treat touching you.” He leaned down again and feathered a kiss over her mouth. “I like making you come. Listening to your cries.”
    She laced her hands behind his neck and lifted her lips to his. “I might have sworn a little.”
    “I think you did.” He thrust faster and circled her clit with his thumb.
    “I might...swear this time, too.” She gasped. “That feels wickedly good, what you’re doing with your thumb. I’m vibrating from the roots of my hair to my toenails.”
    “That’s the idea.” He marveled at the way she handled words.
    “Oh, Liam .” She clutched his shoulders and lifted her hips. “I do want this. I do .”
    “And you’ll have it. Come for me, sweet lady.” He bore down, craving her release because she so desperately needed to let go. No telling what had her locked up tight, but maybe someday she’d trust him enough to reveal it.
    “I think... I think I... Oh, yes, there . Do that again!”
    He pressed her clit with his thumb, and she came in a rush. This time there was no mistaking her jubilant swear words or the breathless laughter that spilled out as she lost herself in the glory of letting go.
    Her laughter was contagious. He couldn’t remember watching a woman come and laugh at the same time, but he liked it. He liked her. A lot.
    Finally they both caught their breath, and he leaned his forehead against hers. “That was fun.”
    “You’re telling me. Epic climax. That’s probably redundant.”
    “Probably.” And there she was, throwing out those fancy words again. As writers tended to do.
    “Let’s relax and look at the stars.”
    “Okay. Sure.” Easing his hand free, he lay back on the blanket. “I can’t improve on a laughing orgasm, at least not without condoms.”
    “Just so you know, I don’t usually laugh.” A zipper rasped as she did up her jeans.
    “Meaning my lovemaking is funny?” Maybe he should have been insulted instead of charmed.
    “No! Your lovemaking is superlative.”
    “I like the sound of that, but please don’t lie to boost my ego.”
    “I’m not lying.” More rustling around indicated she was fastening her bra and buttoning her shirt. “You really know how to please a girl. I started laughing because it was so great it was either laugh or cry. I didn’t feel like crying.”
    “I’m glad. That might have worried me.”
    “I know. Most guys don’t understand happy tears.”
    “That’s because we don’t cry happy tears. We don’t get that concept.”
    “Do you get the concept of crying, period?”
    “Sort of.”
    She groaned. “Yeah, no, you don’t. You’re like ninety percent of the male population. You’ve been taught that crying isn’t manly.”
    “Because it isn’t. In a crisis situation, you don’t want some guy sobbing when he should be busy saving the princess from the dragon.”
    “I agree, but once he’s saved her and they’re headed off to a well-deserved night of passion, that’s when he could shed a few happy tears because they both survived. No one would judge.”
    “Wanna bet?”
    “Okay, I wouldn’t judge.”
    “If we’re talking about your average princess, I predict she’d take one look at Sir Weepy and dump him for the nearest Sir Stiff Upper Lip.”
    She chuckled. “That’s good. Sir Weepy and Sir Stiff Upper Lip. Can I use it?”
    “For what?”
    Her sudden silence