I suck in a breath, but the reality is, the idea doesn't scare me—not as much as it should. Maybe it's because he's swirling slow circles over my most sensitive spot. Maybe it's because I'm just more comfortable now with the idea of us. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm falling for him.
"You think?" I pant, reaching my arm up to wrap my hand around his neck.
"Maybe…" He slides one finger down my center. "It just sort of feels right."
I nod against him. "I know what you mean."
He stills, his breath warm on my ear. "So, what do you think?" I turn to meet his gaze, and he searches my face. "I know this wasn't necessarily the plan."
I think about what that will mean—that things will really change between us. A slight panic rushes through me, but I chalk it up to how fast things are going. I search his face, finding only hope in his expression, and that calms the nerves that were building before. I tell myself it'snormal to be anxious starting something new, and then I tell him the truth.
"I think I trust you," I say, spinning in his arms and linking mine behind his neck. "And if that's what you think is best then… I'm in."
Liam presses his mouth to mine, his teeth brushing my lips as he smiles through the kiss. Reluctantly, I pull back. “But after the game, okay? I don’t want her to think that was why I said yes.”
He runs his knuckles down my cheek, an easy grin tugging at one corner of his mouth. "She's lucky to have you."
The acknowledgement hits me, low and warm, sparking something in me I hadn't realized went dim. He must notice it—recognize it even—because he twitches between us, his expression shifting back to one that causes an ache between my thighs.
"So am I," he says, his hands exploring me again, making their way back to my clit.
I suck in air, savoring the warm water around us as a chill races down my spine. That spark ignites a fire, and I reach down and take him in my palm, stroking the length of him just once. "Then have me."
Tension grows in his jaw, but the breath he expels tells me he wants that too. He walks his fingers down to where my pussy is wet—ready for him like it has been for days.
"After," he grinds out, stroking the opening.
I don't need other words—I know what he means. We stick to our rule until we tell Ruthie.
Slow.
And he's right. We should. We will. But that doesn't mean I don't still want more now. And judging by the way he groans when I brush my thumb past his tip, he still wants just a little more too.
"After," I echo, tightening my grip.
As if my words were permission, Liam plunges two fingers deep inside me.
But he doesn't go slow.
He moves with a relentless rhythm, getting me there faster than I thought was possible. Within minutes—seconds even—my back hits the wall again, and with his hand braced aboveme, I start to unravel.
My legs give out as my orgasm rips through me, days worth of waiting and wanting, rising to the surface. I don't even try to fight it. When they buckle, I let gravity pull me right to my knees, falling to the tile floor through the rush of water above us.
Then, I'm on him the same way—hungry and greedy. It's fast and reckless, just like falling for him feels, but Liam doesn't falter. He meets my pace, pumping in and out of me without missing a beat. Getting there just as quickly as I did.
36
Liam
The next few days after Tessa and I showered together came and went. Between my home game schedule, Ruthie's soccer practices, and Tessa's impromptu field trip for a history lesson, I've barely seen either of them recently.
Tonight, though, they're front and center at my last game before we take off. It's the bottom of the ninth and we're winning—by a lot—so my focus keeps drifting from the lack of action on the field to the row of seats behind the first base line.
It all feels like a whirlwind—how quickly things have shifted between her and me. But every time that thought makes me anxious, I remember that nobody eases into their first MLB game—or parenthood. The best things in my life came at me fast, often without warning. Maybe this, with her, is just the next best thing.
"Yo, Two-Three, I don't think I've ever seen you checked out before the final pitch."
I whip my head over to find Jace crouching down, eyes on the batter, but his lips curled up.
