The hand clamping me down moves to my breast, pinching my nipple, and the sensation, combined with the wicked movements of his tongue and his fingers plunging inside me, sends me over the edge. I cry out, coming undone in waves of intense pleasure that whip through my body, my walls fluttering against the fingers still pumping inside me.
Liam’s tongue draws out every last shudder, lapping at my core like an addict chasing his fix. After what feels like an eternity, my boneless form collapses back onto the bed, and Liam crawls over me, a cocky smile on his lips.
Traitorous heat creeps into my cheeks at what he just did, and what’s still to come. I move to kiss him, but he pulls away, subtly adjusting himself where he’s straining against the front of his pants.
“We don’t have to—I wanted this to be about you,” he says.
“You won’t make me change my mind,” I say, shuffling into him, but still he pulls away. I don’t know how, but I want to make him feel some of what he did for me. I want to bring him pleasure and watch him come undone. I tug at his pants, ordering him to stand and remove them. As he does, I take in his naked body, the hard lines surrounding each defined muscle and the stunning, sun-kissed color of his skin, contrasted against the paleness of my own.
My gaze shifts lower, to where his body reflects the strong desire he feels toward me. I don’t know what I was expecting. Certainly not for him to be so big. I should be nervous or self-conscious, but all I feel is adoration forLiam and my longing to live every moment I have with him to its fullest.
He lies beside me, and I rest my hands on his chest, trailing them lower, over his prominent abdominal muscles, across the faded scar I tended to all those months ago, and lower still, reaching his hard length. He sucks in a sharp breath when my fingers brush him, but the sound doesn’t incite confidence in my inexperienced skills.
How can I make him feel everything he made me feel if I have no idea what I’m doing? A tingling sensation sweeps across my upper body, leaving me flushed from ear to ear. I yank my hand away. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to—I’ve never—” I release a breath, but I can’t seem to meet his gaze. “Please show me?” I whisper.
He understands, his hand closing over mine, guiding it up and down his thick length. After a moment, his hand falls away and his eyes close, head dropping back onto the bed.
It’s empowering—the way his body responds to my touch, the low sounds escaping him, and soon the curl of desire returns in my body. His deep moans increase, and with each stroke, his hips lift into my hands, but all I want is to give him more. As he has for me.
“Liam,” I whisper, ceasing my touch to pull his torso toward me.
He lifts himself over me, holding his body so we aren’t touching. His eyes scrunch closed. “Fuck. I don’t have anything.”
“Anything?” I ask, searching his crinkled brow.
“Protection,” he says. “Are you—At Neurovida you were on the pill.”
“I am.”
He brings his face toward mine, brushing the tips of our noses. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I say, holding his honey-hued gaze. “I want everything with you.”
Touching his lips to mine, he reaches a hand between us, and his shaft nudges my entrance. I close my eyes and try to relax as he eases himself inside me.
“You’re—” Liam groans, and I wince.
For a moment I worry he won’t fit, that it might be too much, but my body gradually stretches to accommodate him, and the discomfort lessens.
Liam swears, but stills above me, his breathing heavy. “Are you okay?”
I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck, and only then does he pull out slightly and push himself back in, his tense muscles trembling beneath my fingertips. “God, I’ve missed this,” he says, his breath hot on my skin.
His golden gaze locks with mine, and vulnerability, safety, pain and pleasure swirl through me. I memorize every single detail of his face and body, the tender fullness of him inside me and his masculine scent, taste and touch.
If I never have the chance to be with him again, at least I’ll remember how right it felt to be caged in his arms, with his forehead resting in the crook of my neck as he moves above me. He whispers into my ear how perfect I am, how much he’s missed being inside me, how much he loves me.
I press my mouth to the bronze skin on his neck, and he grunts, quickening his pace.
“Fuck. I can’t—” Liam’s breaths are heavy, his precise movements becoming jerky and irregular. He drops his head into my neck, plunging himself deeper. I cling to him as hethrusts, until he buries himself to the hilt and every muscle in his body tenses. Then he shudders inside me, his lips warm against my neck.
I hold him to me until the tension in his shoulders eases, and his body sinks down onto mine, pressing us into the mattress. He eases himself out, trails of his seed coating my tender flesh. He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I’m pressed against his side.
I rest my head on his chest, his racing heart slowing beneath my ear, hands drawing swirls over my bare back. I don’t want to break the silence, to breach this whimsical fantasy where we’re together, alone, in a gorgeous cabin with a crackling fireplace and a bathtub large enough to fit four. How much longer do I have until Liam takes me back, and I’m forced to choose between him and my future?
“Are you okay?” he asks, his chest rumbling beneath my ear.
I peer up at him, offering a sated smile. “I’m perfect.”
