The simple truth in his words brought fresh wetness to Sunny’s eyes. She knew exactly what he meant — this feeling of rightness, of belonging, was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was as if their bodies had been designed specifically for each other, two halves of a whole finally reunited.
When Liam began to move, it was with deliberate slowness, each thrust measured and deep. Sunny matched his rhythm instinctively, her body rising to meet his, creating a perfect synchrony that built in intensity with each passing moment.
The world outside ceased to exist. There was only this — Liam’s body moving within hers, his hands mapping her skin, his lips trailing fire along her neck and shoulders. Sunny lost herself in the sensations, in the building pleasure that spiraled tighter and tighter with each perfect stroke.
Liam whispered her name against her skin, the sound reverent on his lips. Her own voice answered in kind, his name a prayer repeated in breathless wonder. Their bodies spoke a language all their own, communicating in the ancient rhythm of desire, in the perfect give and take of pleasure shared as Liam moved faster and deeper.
As the tension built toward its inevitable peak, Sunny felt herself unraveling, all her carefully constructed defenses dissolving in the face of this overwhelming connection. She was vulnerable in a way she had never allowed herself to be before. And yet, held in Liam’s strong arms, his eyes holding hers with such tenderness, she felt only safety, only acceptance.
“Let go,” he murmured, his voice tender. “I’ve got you, Sunny.”
“Liam,” she gasped, feeling herself teetering on the edge. “I’m going to…”
“Yes,” he encouraged, his voice strained with his own approachingrelease. “Let go. Come for me, Sunny.”
The promise in his words, the absolute certainty in his tone, was what finally sent her over the edge. Pleasure crashed through her in waves, each more intense than the last, her body arching and trembling beneath his. Through it all, Liam held her gaze, witnessing her at her most vulnerable, most unguarded moment.
His own release followed soon after, her name a groan torn from deep in his chest as his rhythm faltered and his body tensed above hers. The sound, so raw and honest, sent another flood of warmth through Sunny’s veins — to know that she could affect this powerful man so deeply, could bring him to such heights of pleasure, was a heady feeling.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled together on the couch, their breathing gradually slowing, their heartbeats returning to normal. Liam’s weight was a comforting pressure, grounding Sunny to the moment, to this new reality they had created together.
His fingers traced idle patterns on her skin, light touches that seemed to say all the things they weren’t yet ready to voice aloud. Sunny basked in the attention, in the simple joy of being held, of being cherished.
Eventually, Liam shifted to his side, tucking Sunny against his chest, his arms secure around her. The position should have felt confining, but instead felt like shelter, like protection from all the uncertainties that waited beyond this moment.
“Thinking out loud?” he murmured against her hair, his voice a rumble she could feel through his chest.
Sunny smiled against his skin. “Just…processing,” she admitted.
Reality began to intrude at the edges of their cocoon as the passion-induced haze started to clear. Sunny became aware of the ticking of the clock, the distant hum of the refrigerator, the slightly uncomfortable angle of her leg trapped beneath Liam’s.
He must have sensed her discomfort, because he shifted his weight, rolling to his side and tucking her against him so they both fit on the wide couch. His arm draped over her waist, his breath warm against the nape of her neck.
Neither spoke. What could they say? Words seemed inadequate for the magnitude of the line they had just crossed. Instead, they lay in silence, the weight of their actions settling over them like a heavy blanket.
Sunny should feel guilty, she knew. She should be planning her exit strategy, figuring out how to extricate herself from this impossible situation. But wrapped in Liam’s strong arms, his steady heartbeat against her, she couldn’t muster the energy for guilt or regret. For now, she would allow herself this brief respite from reality.
Tomorrow, she promised herself. Tomorrow she would figure out what this meant, what they would do, how they would move forward — or if they even could. But for tonight, she would let herself have this stolen moment.
As if reading her thoughts, Liam’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her more firmly against his chest. Sunny relaxed into his embrace, letting the steady rhythm of his breathing lull her. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was how right it felt to be held by him, despite all the reasons it should feel wrong.
And so they slept, tangled together on the couch in the quiet house, two lonely souls finding brief solace in each other’s arms, unaware of the complications that morning would bring.
Sunny
Morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains of the den, rousing Sunny from her slumber on the giant soft couch. She blinked groggily, disoriented by her unfamiliar surroundings for a beat before the previous night’s events came streaming back in a heated rush.
Memories of being thoroughly ravished by her employer flooded her scattered thoughts. The hot touch of Liam’s mouth on her flesh, the exquisite feel of him sliding into her welcoming body, the unleashing of passions that had steadily brewed between them for weeks now.
Holy crap! Had that really happened?
Sunny rolled onto her back.
Slumbering next to her was Liam.
The taut muscled flesh of his chest rose as he inhaled fully in his sleep.
Pulling up the soft throw around her naked curves, Sunny’s mind raced.
