I don’t want him to make iteasyfor me to leave. I want him to claw his nails so deep into my soul that a part of me is always his.
And that is fucking terrifying.
“Are you tired?” he asks and steps closer.
Swallowing, I shake my head. “No. Are you?”
“No,” he draws out in a gravelly tone.
I bob my head, pretending to think it over as he steps closer. It’s only a matter of time until Liam remembers Gavin’s call earlier—if he hasn’t already—but I’d rather focus on this, crossthisphysical line with him rather than emotionally cut myself open even more for him.
Not forever, just for the moment.
“Still hungry, babe?”
He tilts his head from side to side. “You could say that.”
I hop up on the inside corner of the counter spreading my legs so my short denim skirt rides up. Revealing my red lace panties, I ask, “What do you want?”
His hands slide up my thighs and stop at the hem of my skirt. “All I’ve been able to think about is your sweet pussy.”
Biting my lip, I eye the bulge in his pants. “I’d rather you fuck me.”
He chuckles and presses his body against mine, grabbing my shins and wrapping my legs around him. “How about both?”
“Dick first,” I demand with a saccharine smile.
He grabs my ass and pumps his hips against my pussy. “I love when you’re bossy.”
I drop one of my legs, exploring what would be the most comfortable position right here, and wrap an arm around his shoulders.
“I love when you shut up and do what you’re told,” I say before kissing him roughly.
With one foot now on the floor and the other leg wrapped around him, we’re lined up pretty evenly. It helps that I’m tall.
He indulges the kiss for a few seconds beforepulling away.
With a hand on the button of my skirt, he says, “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
We were safe during our night in March together. He only fucked me without a condom when we were in the shower, but he finished in my hand and I’m on birth control. Still, we had the conversation in the elevator up to his room.
I enjoy giving head as much as he does, so we wanted to make sure it wasn’t off the table.
“Same,” I tell him. “And I got a new IUD in May.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, eyes growing heady in anticipation. “Can I fuck you bare?”
Nodding, I say, “Don’t come inside of me.”
There’s only relief in the breath he lets out, not disappointment.
We make out while undressing each other in the kitchen, too desperate to wait the few seconds it would take to go upstairs. Kissing Liam never gets old. So much so that I’m glad we spent the last few weeks only finding pleasure in each other that way.
It built the anticipation for this moment, like we’re having sex for the first time.
In a lot of ways, it does feel like a first. It’s the only time I can think of where emotions were so mixed into the sexual connection. It’s deeper than anything I have experienced before.
When he slips my panties down my legs, he steps forward and pushes his body flush to mine. My hands slide up his sides and around to his muscular back. Liam is only a few inches taller than me, but he’s big and beefy, so his demeanor is overwhelming. It makes me feel protected but never small.
