Actually gave out.
For half a second, I had to shove one hand against the tree to keep both of us upright.
Penny laughed into my mouth.
Breathless.
Wet.
A little wicked.
The sound went straight to my c**k.
“Careful, Liam,” she whispered, biting my lower lip. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.”
I growled.
Her smile widened against my mouth.
Goddess, she was going to kill me.
I shifted my grip and pinned her harder to the tree, my body flush against hers, every inch of soaked fabric between us suddenly offensive. Her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, and when she rolled her hips against me, the friction punched the air out of my lungs.
“Penny.”
It came out as a warning.
A very poor one.
She dragged her nails down the back of my neck. “What?”
“You know what.”
“No, I don’t think
