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But Liam didn’t keep quiet. “That’s my good girl. Taking it like you were made for me.”
I loved that Liam voiced his desire. If he wasn’t making himself known with actual words then it was with low grunts and animated hums, like he did now, offering quietuh-huhs against my throat. Like it was so good for him, he couldn’t find his words at the moment.
And god, it was so good forme, I didn’t have words either.
Except three little ones waiting for their time in the spotlight.
Instead, I sewed my lips shut and slid my hand between us to circle my clit, and he sighed. “You there? You close?” When I nodded, so did he. “You feel so perfect. I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind when you come.”
He pushed up to his hands and repositioned his knees to drive into me faster and harder. He dipped his head, focused on where our bodies met, where my skin was so wet, my fingers kept slipping, and I watched him watching us. His cheeks were ruddy, his chest heaved, and his abs tightened with every stroke inside me.
“Liam,” I cried a moment before the dam burst. My muscles went taut with tension then relaxed just as fast, releasing all that built-up pressure, and he muttered a curse, digging his knees into the cushion, his thrusts becoming wilder and wilder like he was trying to hold on.
I scratched my nails down his back. “Let go. Give it to me.”
“Ah fuck, angel,” he breathed and dropped his head with one last plunge into me then collapsed, panting against my neck.
I kissed his shoulder, tangled my fingers in his hair, and curled my legs around his waist, keeping him close even as he shifted to look down at me.
“You doing all right?” he asked, and my nose stung with emotion.
He was so sweet, too sweet to me. How could I not fall in love with him?
But I nodded anyway, and he gave me one quick kiss before pushing off me, careful when he pulled out. I might have been embarrassed at the sight of the sticky white evidence of my orgasm all over the root of his shaft and the condom, but with the way his eyes flared, I couldn’t be. He was aroused by it.
And I was sure that before the ball dropped, he’d make me come at least a few more times.
I excused myself to use the bathroom, and by the time I returned, he had the music off, the volume of the television up, and our glasses refilled. I started for my sweatshirt, but he shook his head. “Don’t even think about it.”
He lifted the blanket from his lap, a silent invitation to sit next to him. So I settled in, both of us still naked and warm. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders with a kiss to my temple, and I rested my head against his side. “Happy New Year, Professor.”
“Happy New Year, angel.”
TWENTY-SIX
KENNEDY
Life returned to normal after New Year’s. Even though my show had only been one weekend, I wanted to perform more, so with Liam’s encouragement, I planned on auditioning for the next one, which was a few weeks from now. Until then, I intended to spend all my time with Finn and Liam. While his semester didn’t start until mid-January, he was taking on a new class for a faculty member who’d had a baby, and he wanted to get a jump start on the curriculum, hiding away in his office for hours at a time. But since it was his birthday, I had something special cooked up, one of his favorite meals plus homemade cupcakes.
After picking up Finn from school, I made a pit stop at the store then we headed home, where I made everyone lunch. Liam took a break and played with Finn for a bit then put him down for a nap, only to return to me in the kitchen.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he nuzzled my neck, but since my hands were covered in flour, I couldn’t swat him away. Instead, I crooked my head back to meet his roguish gaze. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He slid his hands down my thighs, scratching his fingernails back up them in a delicious taunt. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re trying to sidetrack me.”
He started for the button of my jeans. “Correct.”
I attempted to wriggle out of his grasp. “Do you or do you not want your birthday dinner made?”
“I do, but I also want you.” He brushed his mouth along the side of my neck. “C’mon. Take a break.”
“Take a break?” I laughed, showing him my hands. “I just started. Pour more flour down for me, please.”
He did as I asked, dropping a scoop of flour onto the wooden cutting board where I kneaded the dough together for the gnocchi. He stayed glued to my back, watching everything I did.
“You ever think about going to culinary school?” he asked quietly, almost like he didn’t want to disturb me, which was funny because not even a minute ago, he’d been trying to get in my pants.
