His mouth took hers, firm and hot. Pressed against him, she could feel the power of his hard body, the rumble of his pleasure.

“I get it.” He rolled to the side. Desire flushed deep in his face, softened his lips. “I get you, Daisy. And the things you mentioned are what I like most about you.” His hand dropped down over her stomach to unbutton her jeans.

Daisy lifted her hips so he could slide them down and help her kick them off. “Your turn.”

A growl lumbered from him. “Promise not to move. I love you like this, spread out on the bed for me like a delicious treat.”

Laughing, she nodded. “I promise.” She had no interest in moving when Liam stood and unbuckled his belt. He had a magnificent body. She drank in every defined ridge, every powerful muscle, as he dropped his jeans to reveal a pair of black boxers and an erection so thick and hard everything below her waist tightened. She licked her lips and his blue eyes darkened.

“Temptress.” He climbed up beside her and tapped his fingers right above her mound, where the Hulk’s face was prominently displayed. In anticipation of something happening tonight, she’d worn a matching bra and panty set. After all, it never hurt to be prepared.

“This dude . . . watching me . . .” Liam shook his head. “He has to go. There can only be one alpha in this bed.”

“Jealous much?” She pushed up to press a soft kiss to his chest.

With a groan, Liam stretched out on the bed and pulled her into a straddle over his hips. Almost giddy at the prospect of taking control, she let her mouth roam, slicking her tongue over the ridges of his muscles, delighting when his hard, powerful body quivered beneath her. He was so strong, he could easily unseat her, but the restraint he showed as she worked her way down to the waistband of his boxers made her smile.

“Kisses go here.” Liam stopped her when she reached his belly button and pointed to his lips.

“What about here?” She flicked her tongue over the hard bulge in his boxers.

“Fuck.” Liam groaned, head falling back on the pillow.

“Not yet.” Daisy grinned and eased his boxers over his hips. “I believe the plan was to make you feel so good you would never want to go.”

“That was my plan.” He slid his hand through her hair, tugged her head up. “And there’s only one place I want to go right now.”

“Impatient.” After stripping off his boxers, Daisy settled between Liam’s legs and licked the length of his shaft, ripping another groan from his throat. Heat radiated from him, his skin hotter than normal.

“I liked it better when I was on top,” he grumbled, his hand tightening in her hair.

“I’ll go slow.” She took him in her mouth, marveled at the heady masculine taste of him, the power she could exert just by tightening her lips or stroking with her tongue. His body went rigid, the powerful muscles of his thighs taut beneath her. She stroked and licked until he was rock hard, but before she could take him to the edge, he gently eased her away.

“I want this. Fuck. I want this. But I want you more.” He didn’t wait for an answer. A heartbeat later she was on her back on the bed, wrists pinned over her head in his strong hand, her body at the mercy of his mouth.

Still, he took his time, brushing kisses along her jaw and down to the hollow of her throat, then over her sternum to the crescents of her breasts. Despite his tight hold, she arched to rub up against his chest, her nipples hardened to tight buds.

“Let’s get rid of the competition.” He released her hands to strip away her bra. His rumble of pleasure as he revealed her breasts vibrated between her thighs.

Liam’s demanding mouth captured her own and she opened to the wet heat of his kiss. Groaning, he moved down her body, his lips heating a trail from the hollow at the base of her throat to her breasts, where he proceeded to lick and suck her nipples until she was writhing on the bed.

She reached between them, stroked along his hardened length.

“Not yet.” He gently moved her hand away. “I made you a promise that I intend to keep.” Kissing his way down her body, he hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them off. “Hulk’s gotta go.”

Warm hands held her firm as he settled between her legs. His warm, wet tongue drew lazy circles around her sensitive flesh, so gently at first, she hovered between pleasure and pain, and then harder, faster, until the ache inside her blossomed into edgy need. He slid one thick finger into her wet heat, and then another, a sensual intrusion that stole her breath. And then his lips closed around her aching nub.

She cried out, throwing back her head, hands fisting his hair, pleasure cresting and flooding through her veins, trickling out to her fingers and toes.

With a low growl, he pushed up and sheathed himself with a condom he pulled from his pocket. On instinct, she rolled her hips, wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him close. Liam grabbed the edge of her headboard with one strong arm and plunged inside her.

She gasped at the exquisite sensation and tightened her legs around him. Need pulsed beneath her skin.

“Move, Liam. Please. I won’t break.” Her body took over, hands gripping his thick biceps, hips rocking, taking him deeper.

A strangled groan escaped his lips and he gripped her hip so hard she knew his fingers would leave bruises. Braced against her headboard, he pulled out and pushed in deep and hard, shoulders straining as he gave in to her demands, filling a need she didn’t know had existed, taking her outside of herself, beyond control.

The bed squeaked, swayed. The headboard hammered against the wall in time to the rhythm of his thrusts. Need coiled inside her, tighter and tighter, until finally she peaked. Her spine arched, her orgasm sweeping through her body in a tidal wave of pleasure, filling her with heat.

Liam growled her name, corded throat tightening, muscles going rigid as he followed her into oblivion.

The sound of wood splintering startled her, made her heart jump. Liam dropped down, covering her with his body as the headboard split in two and crashed down on top of them.