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Liam tugs at my bottom lip with his own then moves them to suck on my neck. He groans as he tastes my skin while rocking his hips against me. It’s as if he reads my thoughts and knows exactly what I want. He brings one of his hands up from my ass and palms my breast. Once he’s found his prize, he rubs his thumb over my nipple. He teases it gently against my too tight T-shirt and I stifle a very loud moan.
“God Birdie,” he groans between his nips and sucks. “You’re perfect.”
I want to laugh. Sure, I’m good looking and my soft roundness never disappoints a man, but nobody has ever called me perfect. It’s funny though, because when Liam says it, part of me believes it, even with the history between us.
He kisses back up my neck and our lips meet. He takes his hand from my ass and brings it up to grip the back of my neck. When he starts to knead it in a possessive way, my panties melt. His other hand still plays with my nipple as he smiles against my mouth.
“Birdie,” he presses his erection into me. “I—”
I kiss him to shut him up and to take the lead. I get that he wants to be in control, but I can tell he’s trying to overthink the situation. After his confession, I know he wants to make sure that I want this. And I do—I really do. These last few weeks have been torture. And after tonight I need to feel alive, feel safe, feel… him. And boy oh boy do I feel him.
I grind into him and let myself enjoy how we only have six or so inches of a height difference. It makes us evenly matched, and I feel powerful yet protected. I move my hand to the handle behind us and push him slightly so I can open the sliding door.
“Let’s go inside,” I say, my voice huskier than usual. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight. I want to feel him everywhere, and I most definitely want to see what’s behind his jeans. I can tell it’s going to be a nice show, and I have my ticket ready.
We make it to the bedroom in no time, the short walk there filled with Liam smacking my ass and telling me to hurry. His energy is contagious, and I find myself smiling. He’s already more playful than I expected, and I want to find out everything I don’t know about adult Liam, and everything I didn’t know about teenage Liam.
Before I can make it to the king-sized bed, he pulls me back by my hips, his hard cock encountering my butt again. He groans, then turns me around so he can push me down on the edge of the soft mattress.
My breasts are heavy and aching to be touched. I can’t help but rub my legs together to relieve some of the throbbing. If he doesn’t touch me there soon, I think I might literally explode.
Liam makes eye contact with me, his gaze hungry and a little wild. The force he used to push me down on the bed makes me embarrassingly wet, and also curious about what he likes to do in the bedroom. I’ve been known to walk on the wild side a bit and his touch makes me think he does too.
His gaze drops to the triangle between my legs and now I know exactly what he’s thinking. With my knees bent over the mattress, I spread my legs apart to give him a better look. He groans, throwing his head back like he’s praying. Then before I can blink, he has his shirt tossed over his head. It lands somewhere behind him and then he’s prowling toward me. His beautiful, chiseled chest is on full display, and I can’t wait to get my hands on him. But much to my dismay, he stops just as his kneecaps touch mine.
“Take off your shirt,Ms. Wilder.”
Fuck he’s good at this. I knew he would be.
“Not my pants?” I ask, my voice teasing. He’s a breast man, I knew it the moment we reunited in Atlantic City and he couldn't keep his eyes off them.
A sexy smirk plants on his face. He takes one of his strong fingers and tilts my chin up so we’re staring directly into each other’s eyes. “Take off your shirt first, Birdie.”
My stomach clenches. “Say please…”
He takes his finger and brushes it down my cheek gently, then taps my swollen lips. “Please,” he croons.
Even hotter now, I bring my hands to the hem of my T-shirt. Just for a moment, I have a fleeting thought of self-doubt. Liam’s seen my rolls before. Not only during my horrible bathtub incident, but also inside the sauna. I’m happy with my body and I’ve worked hard to love it. But lately, it’s been difficult to stay on the self-love train. And having Liam before me, my childhood crush, my unrequited love…
I’m not sure if I can be as confident now as I usually am. Even if we’ve cleared up why he said what he said ten years ago, it didn’t erase the years of damage it caused. It didn’t erase the last few weeks either.
“Birdie,” Liam says calmly. He tilts my chin up to meet his eyes once more. His chocolate eyes look a little sad, but they also hold such adoration I want to cry. No one has ever looked at me like that except for him. I missed that look.
He brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear, then tugs on the lobe. “You’re beautiful. Never doubt how incredibly sexy you are. I want you. And Ireallywant you naked and spread out before me like fucking yesterday. Got it?”
My mouth goes dry at his words. I believe every syllable that just came out of his mouth. He said them with such conviction; there’s no room for any more doubt in my mind.
I pull off my shirt and swiftly throw it to the floor. I don’t have a bra on, which, I’m not going to lie, I’d done on purpose. When I changed—I blame the bourbon for my decision—I knew it would drive him crazy. Part of me was hopeful that something like this would happen tonight, but I didn’t actually think it would.
Liam looms over me, then steps between my legs. His eyes are focused on mine before he gently pushes me the rest of the way down onto the soft sheets. I’m spread out, my shorts still on, with my top half totally exposed. His gaze roves over me, landing finally on my breasts.
His mouth opens slightly. “You have no idea what you do to me, Birdie Wilder.”
I look down at his crotch, then smile. “I have a little idea… or should I say... abigidea.”
He lets out a breathy laugh then kisses me hard, plundering my mouth as he puts his hands on my breasts and gives them a nice squeeze. I moan, wanting to clench my legs together, but his legs stop me from doing so. His rough hands feel so good on my bare skin. The friction from his hands on my nipples is almost too much to handle.
Is it possible for women to come from just breast stimulation and kisses? I feel like it’s a thing because I may combust just from this alone.
