Page 93 of The Has-Been

Tears bead in my eyes.

Liam repeats my words, tentatively—as if testing them out, “You want me?”

I nod, biting my lip as I look away. I gulp down hard, hot tears slipping down my cheeks. Or maybe it’s just a drop of water. I can’t tell. Nor do I care.

We stand in silence for several heartbeats, the prolonged anticipation almost unbearable.

I feel his eyes raking boldly over me, the water and my clothes clinging to my form.

My body is aching, with the need for him, for the courage to spill every truth I’ve ever kept from him.

I find the nerve to turn my stare toward him. His golden hair plastered to his forehead as he watches me. He looks like a God caught in a rainstorm, all rigid muscle and perfect lines.

“Liam—” I call out.

But I never get the chance to finish my thought before it’s my turn to be pressed against the shower’s surface, as Liam’s lips crash over mine.

A shudder passes over me as his hands reach behind my neck, tilting my face up. His tongue finds mine, exploring the recesses of my mouth. His lips are warm and wet as the water sprays us.

Liam lifts me, my back supported by the wall as my legs wrap around his center. I can feel his erection pressing into me even through the sodden fabric of my clothes, and I’m suddenly desperate to peel the layers off.

Raising his mouth from mine, he gazes into my eyes, a question of silent consent as I whisper, “Yes.”

Then his lips are trailing down my neck, kissing the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat. I suck in a breath, frantically finding the edge of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and letting it thud heavily on the shower’s floor. His hands slide up the skin of my exposed back, unclasping my bra with an ease that makes me remember just how many women Liam Anderson has been with before me.

But damn it if I won’t be the last.

My bra falls away, and his mouth is ready to take its place.

His lips find my nipple, tantalizing it with a possessiveness that my lower half quickly becomes jealous of.

Heat pools, and suddenly, I want every last bit of fabric off my body.

Liam seems to read my thoughts as my feet hit the ground, and then he’s kneeling before me, yanking my skin-tight leggings down with a force so hard I think they might tear. I help him rip at them, like two crazed people desperate for each other.

My thong slides down with my leggings as I’m finally freed.

When he tosses them to the side, he looks up at me through water-soaked eyelashes, and I think I might come just from the look on his face.

Liam cups the back of my thighs, lifting me upward, creating enough space so he can tuck his head between my thighs. On instinct, my legs wrap around his neck as my back rests against the shower wall. I’m not sure how long he can hold me like this, but I don’t object when my fingers find his hair and his tongue presses against my center.

He licks slow circles right over my bundle of nerves, sending a shock wave of ecstasy through me. I know he won’t have to hold me here much longer because just the feel of his mouth has me nearly ready to explode already.

He pulls his head back for a second, just long enough to look at me before I protest.

Then he is right back, his tongue hot over my wetness. Liam keeps his momentum, indulging on me as the shower begins to turn cold. But then he whispers my name, a muffled tone as his face is buried between my legs. And that ignites me, my toes curling, as I’m set on fire.

My orgasm ripples through me, my legs squeezing together against his face, my hands tugging on his hair as I moan his name over and over.

Liam drops me, rising from where he was kneeling.

His dick presses against me, and I’m all too aware of where every spot of his skin touches mine. Legs shaking, my body attempts to recover from the shockwave of pleasure as I try to catch my breath.

Just as I’m about to drop to my own knees, desperate for the taste of him, he presses a quick kiss to my mouth and turns the water off. He steps out, grabs a towel, wraps it around his hips—and walks away.

I stand in the shower, suddenly so cold from the lack of hot water and his body heat.

I blink, still trying to catch my breath.