on the floor, and he longed to see her panties atop them.
Heat clawed at him.
Rolling forward, he caught her hands. Her slender fingers were cold and stiff, and he chafed them until the digits relaxed in his hold and curled around his.
“Ivy, Ward and I have been talking…”
“About letting him fuck me?” A hard edge to her tone was only softened by the wobble. Anyone who didn’t know her as well wouldn’t have detected it, but Liam did. He took heart in the fact that he still did know her.
Tugging her hands, he yanked her into his lap. Made off balance, she fell heavily, but it felt oh, so good. Before she could sputter words, Liam claimed her mouth.
The first brush of his lips over hers dragged a harsh gasp from her. Liam closed his eyes and drank in her scents—coffee, woman. Hell, even the wool yarn she’d touched earlier had its own smell.
And he caught the trace of Ward on her.
With a growl, he angled his mouth and plunged his tongue between her parted lips. Behind him, he heard Ward’s groan, even as Ivy hummed her pleasure. She suddenly tasted salty, and he knew tears were rushing up.
Guilt filled him. If he had been a real husband to her, this kiss wouldn’t bring tears but passion.
He nipped at her lower lip then chased her tongue around her mouth. When she finally gave him what he wanted, he flicked her tongue with short strokes. She melted, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging as if he were now the strong tree and she were battered by the wind.
The deep heat in his belly grew.
Tearing his mouth away, he stared into her eyes. The dark depths were blurred, her long lashes half-mast with desire.
“I want to give you this gift, baby. You know I love you more than my life.”
A sound broke from her, so close to a sob but sweet with want. She threw a glance at Ward, who stood close, his cock straining against his jeans and his hands in fists.
“He wants you,” Liam said against the side of her throat as he licked a path upward to the spot on her ear that made her writhe. “He wants to strip off this skirt.” He caught the zipper on her lower back and tugged. Exposing an inch of skin, he slipped a fingertip inside and traced a circle.
She squirmed against him, but his useless cock didn’t rise to meet her. Still, he warmed at the knowledge that he could make her pant again.
“Look at him while I kiss you, Ivy.” He pressed on her lips with his tongue. She opened to him immediately, and he swallowed her moan. Her eyes were huge and glassy, fixed on Ward.
Between kisses, he plucked at her clothing, opening the first few buttons of her blouse and unzipping her skirt all the way. She twisted her fingers in his hair but never removed her gaze from Ward.
Liam kissed her again, aware of her straining toward the man she was looking at while accepting Liam’s devouring kisses. Trailing a finger down her throat to her collarbone, he moved it lower. He hooked the lacy cup of her bra and pulled it down to expose her ripe, straining nipple.
Ward swooped in and dropped to his knees. Having him so near, and in that position, nearly made Liam roar with want. He and Ward exchanged a look that said I’m sorry, I wanted you, I still want you.
All was healed between them.
Reaching around his neck, Liam clasped Ivy’s hand and guided it from his hair. She sucked in a sharp breath when he placed her hand on Ward’s shoulder.
With a cry, she clenched her fist on the fabric of his shirt and slid from Liam’s lap into Ward’s arms.
Ward scooped her up and gained his feet in one smooth motion. The sight of his strong muscles and ease of movement speared Liam with regret and joy. How he wanted to be that whole man again, but he was glad it was Ward. So glad.
Sweeping a look at Liam, Ward silently asked for permission.
Liam jerked his head in the direction of the hall leading to the bedroom. Ward tightened his arms around Liam’s wife and bore her off to the bedroom. Liam followed, that
Heat clawed at him.
Rolling forward, he caught her hands. Her slender fingers were cold and stiff, and he chafed them until the digits relaxed in his hold and curled around his.
“Ivy, Ward and I have been talking…”
“About letting him fuck me?” A hard edge to her tone was only softened by the wobble. Anyone who didn’t know her as well wouldn’t have detected it, but Liam did. He took heart in the fact that he still did know her.
Tugging her hands, he yanked her into his lap. Made off balance, she fell heavily, but it felt oh, so good. Before she could sputter words, Liam claimed her mouth.
The first brush of his lips over hers dragged a harsh gasp from her. Liam closed his eyes and drank in her scents—coffee, woman. Hell, even the wool yarn she’d touched earlier had its own smell.
And he caught the trace of Ward on her.
With a growl, he angled his mouth and plunged his tongue between her parted lips. Behind him, he heard Ward’s groan, even as Ivy hummed her pleasure. She suddenly tasted salty, and he knew tears were rushing up.
Guilt filled him. If he had been a real husband to her, this kiss wouldn’t bring tears but passion.
He nipped at her lower lip then chased her tongue around her mouth. When she finally gave him what he wanted, he flicked her tongue with short strokes. She melted, wrapping her arms around his neck and clinging as if he were now the strong tree and she were battered by the wind.
The deep heat in his belly grew.
Tearing his mouth away, he stared into her eyes. The dark depths were blurred, her long lashes half-mast with desire.
“I want to give you this gift, baby. You know I love you more than my life.”
A sound broke from her, so close to a sob but sweet with want. She threw a glance at Ward, who stood close, his cock straining against his jeans and his hands in fists.
“He wants you,” Liam said against the side of her throat as he licked a path upward to the spot on her ear that made her writhe. “He wants to strip off this skirt.” He caught the zipper on her lower back and tugged. Exposing an inch of skin, he slipped a fingertip inside and traced a circle.
She squirmed against him, but his useless cock didn’t rise to meet her. Still, he warmed at the knowledge that he could make her pant again.
“Look at him while I kiss you, Ivy.” He pressed on her lips with his tongue. She opened to him immediately, and he swallowed her moan. Her eyes were huge and glassy, fixed on Ward.
Between kisses, he plucked at her clothing, opening the first few buttons of her blouse and unzipping her skirt all the way. She twisted her fingers in his hair but never removed her gaze from Ward.
Liam kissed her again, aware of her straining toward the man she was looking at while accepting Liam’s devouring kisses. Trailing a finger down her throat to her collarbone, he moved it lower. He hooked the lacy cup of her bra and pulled it down to expose her ripe, straining nipple.
Ward swooped in and dropped to his knees. Having him so near, and in that position, nearly made Liam roar with want. He and Ward exchanged a look that said I’m sorry, I wanted you, I still want you.
All was healed between them.
Reaching around his neck, Liam clasped Ivy’s hand and guided it from his hair. She sucked in a sharp breath when he placed her hand on Ward’s shoulder.
With a cry, she clenched her fist on the fabric of his shirt and slid from Liam’s lap into Ward’s arms.
Ward scooped her up and gained his feet in one smooth motion. The sight of his strong muscles and ease of movement speared Liam with regret and joy. How he wanted to be that whole man again, but he was glad it was Ward. So glad.
Sweeping a look at Liam, Ward silently asked for permission.
Liam jerked his head in the direction of the hall leading to the bedroom. Ward tightened his arms around Liam’s wife and bore her off to the bedroom. Liam followed, that
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