"Please, Liam," Tess begs again, running my tip along her slit.
I rock into her touch, my arm muscles tense as I hover above her. "Remember," I say, pressing my lips to the pulse in her neck. "It has been…" I blow out a breath. "A really long time."
She sits forward, a soft smile on her face and kisses me gently. "I hope I'm worth the wait," she whispers, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I settle my weight on one hand, aware that this is her way of offering me another piece of her. I slide my other palm past her cheek. "Tessa, you were theonlything I was waiting for."
With that, she lines me up with her entrance, and I press forward slowly. "Fuck," I grind out, inching in further. Tess digs her heels into my lower back, causing me to sink in further.
"Yes," she moans as I fill her completely.
"Holy shit, baby," I mutter, watching as I pull out, then bury myself inside her again. "Are you okay?"
She nods, arching off the mattress. "More," she begs.
I growl as I listen, picking up speed and pumping in and out of her.
"Faster," she pants. Her hips buck up to meet mine, and our bodies fall into the perfect rhythm.
She whimpers, and I swallow the sound as I slam my lips to hers, one hand holding me up, and the other exploring her—everywhere. I palm her breast, grip her hip, tug gently at her hair. It's like an out of body experience, and I want to taste everything, touch everything. Feel everything.
We move like that, the bed rocking beneath us, until Tessa's legs start to quiver wrapped around my torso. I sit back on my knees, grabbing one and setting her ankle onto my shoulder.
"Oh my God, Liam," she cries, the new angle taking me deeper.
Just seeing her like this—knowing it's my name on her lips—is a gift. And it just solidifies that, even after all this time, no one else would make me feel that way.
"You're perfect," I say.
"I'm coming," she answers.
And just like that, I fill beneath her. Once again, our bodies prove they're connected—pulled to each other.
Like even our undoings aren't our own anymore.
45
Tessa
My eyes flutter open, and for a split second, I forget where I am. There are blank walls around me, sunset streaming through a window I don't recognize, and I'm tucked into a comforter that feels foreign against my skin.
But then I roll over, and I'm hit with a sight I could never forget—and hope I never have to.
"Hey you." Liam's voice floats past me, enveloping me in an unexplainable sense of security.
I smile, sitting up against the headboard, pulling the blanket up to cover my still-bare chest. Liam lifts his arm for me to sneak underneath, and I shift so that I'm tucked into the crook of his elbow.
"How long was I asleep?" I ask, draping my leg over his. When skin touches skin, I melt into him further, comforted maybe more than I should be that he was in no hurry to get dressed.
"Not long," he says, running the tips of his fingers down the length of my arm. "Maybe ten minutes. I'm hoping the fact that you zonked out right after is a good thing…"
He arches a brow, one corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
I giggle softly, but the reality is, I didn’t fall asleep because I was tired. I fell asleep because, for the first time since last night—maybe longer—I felt light enough to let go.
Liam doesn't say anything more. He simply tightens his arm around me, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles on my shoulder. The stillness in the room screams at me—not with discomfort but possibility. Still, he doesn't speak. Almost as if he's giving me space to decide where we go next.
“I should’ve told you,” I say finally. The words slip out before I can talk myself out of them. “About Jo. About how stressed I was."
