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“Yeah, you would. If for no other reason than to fuck with me.”
“Shut up,” I laugh again. “But seriously, Liam, why didn’t you tell me there was no one else all this time?”
“You weren’t ready for that, baby. And I didn’t want you to feel pressured.” His eyes soften as he runs his fingers over my cheeks. “And I wasn’t ready to admit what that meant.” He lifts his hands, grabs mine and unwinds them from around him, then pushes them over my head, lacing his fingers with mine. “I’ve been so fucking in love with you I couldn’t see straight. Breathing without you is impossible. Fighting this—us—was futile.”
“So much wasted time. It was on my playlist on repeat.”
“Of course it was. No more, though.” His lips descend on mine, soft yet firm. I melt into him because that’s what he’s always done to me. My body knew long before the rest of me. I belong to him. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I open like parted waters. Mouths hungry and searching, urgent for each other, needing to reconnect as us.
His hand drifts down my body, igniting sparks despite the thick hoodie covering me. When his calloused touch palms my bare thigh, those embers burst into flames. Want turns to desperation, need to a frenzied ache to feel him everywhere.
I wrench my hands from his grip, reaching for the hem of the hoodie, needing the heavy fabric between us gone. He catches my wrists, pushing them back above me. “Slow down, Tiger Lily.”
“No. I need it off. Now.” Moisture beads between my breasts. My core drips, arousal soaking my thighs. He hums as he slides a finger between my thighs. My hips lift, seeking him. “I’m on fire, Liam.”
“Do you need me to fan the flames or soothe the burn?”
“Both.”
He brushes over my pussy, teasing and taunting, making my heart pump with anticipation. My fucking cunt literally aches, needing relief. He draws a deep moan from my chest when he sinks a finger inside me with slow precision. When I try to grind into his hand, he presses me into the mattress and removes his fingers. “This is going at my speed, not yours, and I want to take my time. So stop trying to rush it.”
With his other hand, he raises the hoodie an inch. His lips dance across my inner thigh. The rough scraping of his beard across the sensitive skin is more kindling to the flames. When his tongue laps at my heated flesh, I cry out. It’s not enough, and it’s too much.
And we’ve only begun.
He lavishes me with kisses. Not an inch of me is missed as he trails over my legs, across my hips, and up my stomach as he slowly glides the hoodie up my body. He licks the moisture trailing between my breasts away, then sucks my tight, aching nipple into his mouth.
I don’t see it coming. This has never happened before. But the slow build and sensuous touches. The love pouring from every caress and kiss unleashes an orgasm that curls my toes.
If the look he’s giving me is anything to go by, I don’t think I was supposed to do that. “Bad girl,” he playfully scolds.
But he needn’t worry I’m done.
My body is still burning for more.
He finally pulls the hoodie over my head and strips out of his joggers. My mouth waters as I take in the muscles and ink I’ve missed. His long, thick cock juts out, beading with pre-cum and too heavy to stand upright.
How is he always so much more controlled than I am?
He settles between my legs, rubbing his length through my folds. His thumb brushes over my inner bicep. “Are we still good?”
Somehow, through the foggy haze of orgasms and lust, I laugh. “You didn’t think of that last weekend.” I point out.
“No. You didn’t think of it. You may not have noticed the protection between us, but I promise I didn’t take that risk. You know I wouldn’t do that to you.”
Some women might be hurt that he considers an unplanned baby a risk. It actually makes me swoon harder because I know this has nothing to do with him and everything to do with me. It was in a midnight conversation long ago, but he remembers what I told him. I don’t know if I want kids at all, but definitely not now.
I lift my hand, run my fingers over his mouth, and then wrap my arm around his neck, dragging my lips over his. “We’re good. Now get inside of me.”
“You can’t give me one full moment of sweet without your bitchy, bossy mouth ruining it, can you?” I gasp when he surges forward, filling me in one stroke.
“You love my bitchy, bossy ass.” I groan into his neck and wrap my legs around him.
“I love this fucking tight pussy. Unfortunately, it’s attached to an entitled, spoiled, stubborn as fuck little girl with a diva complex.” My teeth clench as I squeeze him with my thighs, making him laugh because it doesn’t faze him. “What?”
“What happened to sweet and romantic?” I arch a brow and pout.
“You ruined it first.” He brushes sweat-soaked strands from my forehead, then rolls his hips. Nice and slow. “But I’m still taking my time.”
