I was perfectly content to spend the rest of the morning letting my hands wander over her until there wasn’t a part I wasn’t familiar with, but she had other ideas. Without warning, she surged up and pulled my mouth down to hers.
“Please,” she said against my lips as our tongues battled fiercely. “Please, Liam. Please. Please. Please.” She said it over and over until I swore I’d hear her begging in my sleep.
My hands became more insistent, forcing their way between her legs until I found her wet and waiting. I plunged two fingers inside her and swallowed down her moan like it was water and I was two steps away from death.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh my God, you feel so good. Oh God, please.”
She was soaking wet and couldn’t keep her hips still, couldn’t stop kissing me. Her hands dug into my shoulders and pulled me even closer. I braced myself on one forearm, my muscles burning from the awkward angle, but I didn’t dare move. She was clamping down on my fingers and I was so focused on the slow, gliding thrusts that made her plead with me each time I did it that I didn’t care if I had to hold this position for the rest of my life.
When she went over, God, I didn’t think I’d ever forget how she felt in my arms. She tugged me closer to kiss me wildly, open-mouthed and animalistic. She rode my fingers until her hips couldn’t move any longer and I pulled back just enough to commit her pleasure-ravaged face to memory.
Chapter Nineteen
Charlie
I should have been embarrassed,but somehow, there wasn’t room for it. I’d never been so comfortable with another man before. It didn’t make any sense to me because it should have been awkward. I’d known Liam so long in every other way, him seeing me naked, him making me come should have made me want to run in the other direction. But it didn’t.
It made me want to climb on top of him and do it again.
All I wanted to do was sink against him and stay in the protective circle of his arms. I’d always been relaxed around him, but this was different. It was as though I’d discovered another side of him, one that fit all my jagged edges like the perfect matching puzzle piece.
I blinked up at him, my tongue thick and heavy in my mouth. I didn’t know what to say, but he seemed to know what I wanted without words and simply put a hand on my waist and wrapped me up in his arms, just like I needed.
I’m not normally a crier, but my chest swelled with emotions I didn’t know how to handle. Instead of letting them out, I balled my free fist up in the sheets to cover his stomach and pressed my forehead against his chest. The hand on my back rubbed over me in a soothing gesture until my breathing went back to normal and all the blood returned to my brain.
“Wow,” I said, when I could think again. “Just…wow.”
He chuckled and pressed an absent-minded kiss to the top of my head that made it hard for me to swallow. “Good morning?”
“Very,” I answered. I exhaled shakily. “Very good morning.”
“You okay?” he asked, his mouth still resting against my hair.
“I think so.”
He started to speak, but my phone cut him off. “Hold that thought. Some rando’s been calling me for weeks. Let me tell them to stop calling,” I said as I reached for it. “Hello?” But it came out split into two words because the second I answered, Liam’s hand streaked up my thigh. I held it with one of my own.
“Hello?” came the tentative answer. “Is this Charlie St. James?”
The hand climbed higher, despite my grip on it. “S-speaking.” I glared at Liam, but there wasn’t a shred of regret to be found. As soon as the call was over, I was going to tease him until he begged for it.
“You sound just like me. I can’t believe it’s really you.”
My hand went limp on Liam’s and my heart began to race. “Who is this?” I scrambled for an explanation, but my mind was blank.
“Do you have a minute to talk?” came the woman’s answer. I didn’t recognize her voice. She said I sounded just like her, but I didn’t note the resemblance. Besides, why would I sound like her? That didn’t make any sense…
Then it hit me. I sat up straight, racing heart now in my throat. “Who is this?” I repeated. My voice was harsh, almost a bark, but I didn’t care. “Tell me or I’m hanging up.”
“Don’t hang up. Please. I just want a chance to explain.”
“Start talking, then.”
Liam sat up against the headboard and his arm came around me until his hand rested reassuringly on my thigh. “What’s the matter?” he murmured.
I could barely hear him or the woman on the phone over the ringing in my ears.
“This is April. April Parrish.” She laughed nervously. “I’m, God, I’m your mom, Charlie.”
