He transferred his grip to my hips where his fingers bit into the material of my dress until it stretched skin-tight across my ass. He pulled up my dress until the material gathered at my waist. At the touch of his hands to the tops of my thighs, he groaned in my ear, causing me to shiver. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
Momentarily distracted, I pressed my face into his throat with my eyes closed to drink in the sensation of having his hands on me. He’d leaned forward to grip just underneath my ass to lift me up. I didn’t have time to let out a surprised squeak before we were moving.
He took two quick strides before falling back on the bed with my knees on either side of his hips. Unable to continue my leisurely exploration, my mouth found his with a desperate sound that he didn’t hesitate to swallow up. He met my tongue with a thrust of his own and then any attempts at seduction or finesse were lost as I melted against him.
His hands clenched on my ass, causing me to grind into his erection. The old Charlie would have been embarrassed at the brazenness of my actions, but this was Liam, and I couldn’t find an ounce of shame inside me for what was happening. There was only the need to get closer, so I didn’t hesitate to spread my knees wider and press against him. I couldn’t seem to get close enough.
“I can’t wait,” he said against my lips. “Take off your panties.”
Apparently, neither could I.
With jerky, uncoordinated movements, I climbed off him long enough to strip as he grabbed a condom. As I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, Liam tore through my zipper and tugged my dress the rest of the way off and tossed it over my shoulder. My bra and his pants soon followed.
Seconds later, the condom was on and we were reaching for each other. He practically dragged me up his body until I hovered over the hard length of him. Our lips found each other’s’ and then I lowered myself onto him with a ragged sound. His hand speared into my hair as I began to move over him.
“I can’t,” I said, but what I meant was, I couldn’t wait, but the words wouldn’t come out quite right.
“Then don’t,” he answered.
It was like I couldn’t control myself, like my body was saying what I couldn’t express in words. I rode him to the brink and came in an explosion that defied logic. I’d wear the bruises from his hands at my hips for days, but reason paled in comparison to wanting Liam as he flipped me onto my back.
I expected him to continue the frantic pace, but nothing could have surprised me more than when he began moving slowly. I tipped my hips up, trying to force him to go faster because my body craved him like nothing I’d ever imagined. My mind was fevered with need and all I could think about was coming around him again.
“Please,” I begged.
Ignoring me, he maneuvered one arm underneath my shoulders so we were pressed against each other from chest to hips. My legs wrapped around his waist and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as he went even deeper. His free hand clutched my thigh as he slid in, then back out with aching slowness.
If my frenzied climb to orgasm had driven all thought from my mind, sending me into outer space, his own chase to the end brought all my thoughts to the forefront, and they all centered around him, around us.
Nothing had ever felt as perfect as being surrounded by him. I wanted to cry at the rightness of it all, but I squeezed my eyes shut and turned into the pillow as he thrust back in, stealing my breath. I’d never known I could be so close to a person. Never known the act of making love wasn’t just a physical action.
Whatever was between us wasn’t just chemical, it was destiny. Like I’d been searching for the piece to complete me and I’d found it in the last place I’d ever expected.
With my best friend.
“Open your eyes,” he said as he canted his hips and made me groan.
I forced myself to look at him, even knowing that when I did it would obliterate me. But denying him was unthinkable. As soon as I opened my eyes, his hand was in my hair and turning my head up to receive his kiss. My arms wrapped around him, needing to have him as close as physically possible, to anchor him to me when I felt like I was going to simply fly apart.
“Don’t leave me,” I said in a moment of uncharacteristic transparency. I was so desperate, my nails dug into his back.
“Not goin’ anywhere,” he said as he shifted to nuzzle into my neck. “I’d never leave you.”
Another orgasm threatened causing my breath to quicken. My nails bit a ragged path from his shoulders to the swell of his ass. Even though I was making animal sounds in the back of my throat, he refused to move, which only made me even more frantic. The slickness on his back and the bite rust colored stains on my fingers told me I’d drawn blood in my need to make him move, but he was resolute.
I gave up trying to thrust up to him and instead attacked his mouth with renewed determination. The second our tongues touched, he gripped my hip and shifted his so he wasn’t pulling out, but pressing deeper. The sensation of being filled, surrounded, surrendered, overwhelmed me to the point of deliriousness.
I froze underneath him, every muscle inside me going taut as the sweet-hot rush of pleasure overtook me. I’d never felt anything like it, not even close. It was more than just the body-destroying pleasure, more than the physicality of sex. It was the closeness I felt to him that came from our connection.
I clenched around him with a soundless scream that he swallowed. Even though I bucked and rocked underneath him, he was like a mountain being battered by the ocean, and I was the waves crashing against him, reshaping myself to fit around him.
“Open your eyes,” I heard through the roaring in my ears.
When I did, he began to move, finally, and I couldn’t tell what was better, the way I’d clasped around his stillness or the way each thrust now kicked my orgasm off into new heights.
When he went over, I held him close to me, taking him in as deep as I could and knowing whatever lines we’d unknowingly drawn in the sand between us had just been destroyed completely.
Chapter Eighteen
