“So I see.” His hands closed over her breasts. “I’m going to cover his eyes. I can’t perform if Iron Man is watching.”

“Afraid you won’t measure up?”

“More like I’m afraid he might break down the door and take me out.”

She’d been waiting so long for his touch, imagined it so many times in so many different ways that her breath left her in a rush. Wild, crazy energy sparked inside her, and she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, the way he caressed her, the skitter of her pulse beneath her skin, the length of his cock, hard and thick between her thighs.

She wanted him closer, wanted to feel the press of his naked body against hers. She’d never been with a man like Liam—all power and muscle with a force of presence that filled a room. “I think we need to say goodbye to Iron Man,” she murmured, opening her eyes.

With a quick flick, he unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement. “You are more beautiful than I imagined.” He tossed her bra on the floor. “And your skin . . . Christ, it shimmers like gold.”

Before she could respond, his mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet and sucking with gentle pulls. She unraveled in an instant, sliding her fingers through his soft hair as she rocked her hips on his cock.

“Fuck, Liam.” As a rule, Daisy didn’t often use the word fuck. With over a million total words in the English language, there were many better ways to express oneself, but when the man of her teenage fantasies was sucking on her nipples while squeezing her ass and grinding his thick cock against her, fuck was the perfect word to express both her emotional state—impatient, needy, and flying on an endorphin high—and her hopes for the future.

“Hold on, sweetheart.” He released her nipple with a shuddering breath. “I’ve waited so long for this, I want to take my time.” Pulling back, he trailed one finger down her middle. She tensed when he reached her belly, but if he noticed he had to double dip along the way, he didn’t seem to care.

“Who am I going to find under here?” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts. “Is Iron Man guarding the Dream Lab?”

The ring of the doorbell startled her, sending her heart into overdrive. Liam froze beneath her.

“Were you expecting someone?”

“No.” Daisy jumped up to peek through the curtains, her stomach sinking when she saw four of her aunties at the door. “It’s my aunties, Liam. You can’t be here.”

Liam groaned and threw a hand over his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m very serious.” Daisy scooped her bra and shirt off the floor. “I’m a single desi woman. If they found you here like this . . .” She shuddered. “I can’t even imagine the fallout.”

“I thought you wanted to be ruined.” Liam sat up on the couch and pulled on his boots as she raced around picking up the dishes, soda cans, and chip bags from their night of indulgence.

“Not this way. I want to be properly ruined.”

“Clearly I didn’t appreciate the nuance of your ruination.” He cocked his head to the side, frowning. “I hear drums.”

“They’ve sent someone to knock on the back door.” Heart thundering, she quickly dressed. “You’ll have to go out the window in Sanjay’s room like you used to do when you two sneaked out at night.”

His eyes widened. “You knew about that?”

“You weren’t quiet. I used to watch you from the bathroom window, or sometimes I’d go into Sanjay’s room and watch you from there.”

After a quick check of the room, she raced down the hallway, shouting in the general direction of the door. “Hi, aunties. I’m coming. Just getting dressed.”

“I like this view,” Liam panted as he followed her up the stairs, one hand caressing her ass. “I was hoping to see more of it, but without the shorts.”

“This isn’t the time.” She slapped his hand away and ran into Sanjay’s room.

“It’s like he never left,” Liam said as Daisy struggled with the window. “I recognize every book, every action figure, every Lego—”

“You can reminisce later,” she gritted out. “They’re going to break down the door if I don’t get downstairs.”

“I almost want to stay just to watch,” Liam mused, seemingly unconcerned by the danger of being discovered. “Your aunts must be great in a siege.”

Daisy shoved open the window and called out to whichever auntie had been sent to do recon in her backyard. “I’ll be there in a minute. Meet you around the front.”

“I thought I was supposed to meet some of your relatives.” Liam straddled the windowsill. “After everyone is inside, I could ring the doorbell and pretend I just arrived.”

Daisy shook her head. “It’s not in the plan.”

“Neither was this morning,” he said softly. “And you appear to have survived.”

Daisy’s face heated. What had she been thinking? Making out with Liam was against the dating plan rules. Her rules. It could complicate an already complicated situation. And yet, her skin still tingled and she ached for his touch. “We can talk about that later.”

He lifted his head and a cheeky smile lit his face. “What about a goodbye kiss for being such a good sport?”

With a sigh, she leaned forward, but what was meant to be a quick peck on the cheek became something more when Liam cupped her nape and dragged her closer, his tongue sweeping through her mouth, setting her blood on fire all over again.

Daisy pulled away, panting her breaths, her body tingling in all the wrong places. “You have to go.”

Liam stepped out onto the roof and studied the steep incline. “I’m not as young as I was the last time I did this. I need to tell you something in case I don’t make it.” He drew in a deep breath. “It’s about the night of the prom . . .”