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His pupils dilated, but he leaned down, his hands gripping my wrists.“You sure?”
“I’m not going to lie and say that it’ll be easy.Maybe it will be, maybe it won’t.But I know that no matter what, it’ll be okay.”Liam would make sure of it.“So, yes, I’m sure.”
He clasped my hand.“All right.”
I wasin Liam’s bedroom.It was me and him and the closed door.
The light was off.He let go of my hand and flipped on the dull lamp on the nightstand.
He took my hands, leading me to the bed.I sat on the end, spreading my hands out on his stomach.His muscles tightened, but he remained standing.
“I want you to know that I understand.”He took a condom out of his wallet and set it by the lamp.He cupped my chin and lifted until I met his gaze.“I know what a big deal this is.I know that you’ll think of him.And I want you to know it’s okay.I can’t think of a better man to be compared to.I’m not jealous.I’m not intimidated.”
I fisted my hands in his shirt, my throat constricting.He was right.I’d been trying not to, but with Liam’s words, all that pressure drained out.
“I’m with you, no matter what.”
“Liam,” I whispered.Tears pricked the backs of my eyes.“You’re too good to be true.”I used my right hand to swipe at my eyes.“I didn’t want to cry during this.”
“Cry all you need to.”He kneeled in front of me and smoothed his hands along my bare legs, his fingers going under the material of my linen shorts.“As long as you’re sure.”
I nodded and grabbed his face, bent, and plastered a kiss on his mouth.There was no other way to communicate my appreciation and how badly I wanted to be with him because of how amazing he was.
The kiss was sloppy, demanding, but he rose without breaking contact.He leaned me back until I was stretched in the middle of his bed.He kept his mouth on mine as he shoved all the blankets to the side.And then it was just me and him on the sheets.
I melted between him and the cool mattress.The heat of his body flowed into me, waking up nerve cells that had been jittery for weeks.His weight promised that the demands of those cells would be met tonight.
He broke away to slip his shirt over his head.I’d seen him without his shirt over the years, but this experience was different from them all.The way I looked at him was different.His washboard abs and the smattering of hair across his chest sent a wave of pounding desire from my eyes to my center.
I ran my fingers along his skin.I’d never touched him like this.Never imagined I would, but this moment felt as natural as breathing, yet as terrifying as skydiving.
He drew my blouse over my head and tossed it on the floor next to his shirt.I glanced between us.He was cut from stone, and I was more like a dough ball waiting to be kneaded.My gaze strayed to the light, and he noticed.
“I don’t want you to hide from me, but if you want it off, I’ll shut it off.”His gaze stroked over my chest where I filled out a bra that had once been too roomy, then down to my belly.His gaze heated, filling me with confidence.
“No.”I might think differently once my pants were off.By then, he’d have seen everything.This wasn’t the time to be self-conscious.I had more to get over than whether my cellulite was visible.“Leave it on.”
He kissed a path down my neck until I squirmed.He took his time taking my bra off, kissing across the tops of the cups before he tugged them down.Cool air wafted over my tight nipples before his hot tongue licked across the tip.
I arched into him and moaned.He switched to the other side, sliding his hands behind me to undo the bra.In seconds, it was gone, but he didn’t go for my shorts.He took his time with my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth on one side, then switching to the other.
I was a needy mess, but I didn’t want this torture to end.He kept much of his weight off me, but I wanted him pressed against me.I’d been empty so long; I needed more than his heat and his soapy cedar smell.I needed all of him.
He finally traced a path down my belly, pulling my shorts down and taking the underwear with them an inch at a time.The barer I got, the more I tensed.I squeezed my eyes shut.His head was between my spread legs.But the soft kiss he pressed on my pelvic bone, then to the sensitive flesh farther down, and the way he pushed my legs apart—so gentle, but so confident—eased my tension.
“I’ve got you, Kenny,” he whispered as he dipped his head and kissed my clit.
Ultrasensitive, I bowed my back off the bed.He didn’t stop, but he didn’t attack me.Small increments of pressure ratcheted me higher until I dug my hands into his hair.He’d always kept it longer than Derek’s.
My eyes flew open as panic yanked me out of the moment.I’d just thought about my husband.
Liam’s reassuring words from earlier floated through my mind, and I sank back into the pleasure.I luxuriated in the silky texture of his hair between my fingers.How my calves rested against his wide shoulders.The stroke of his tongue against me.
My grip had tightened and my hips had set a rhythm, but I was still seeking, searching for more.Sensing my need, he placed a finger at my entrance, but he didn’t shove inside.The invasion was steady, lacking all force, as if he measured his movements against the way I rocked my hips.When he was in, I was lost.His tongue.The thrust of his finger.I clamped around him and rode higher on the pleasure.The crest was there; I just had to reach it.
“Liam.”His name was a plea.The desire pounding me was stronger than before.It was like reaching for a favorite candy, but it was just beyond my grasp, and I was stretching so intensely it bordered on painful.
He answered my need, and I rocketed to the peak.Seeing him lick me, his shoulders flexing as he moved, my body spread before him, I barked out a cry and slapped my hand against my mouth as I came.Hard.Against his tongue, all over his hand.Stars exploded behind my eyes as my body shook through my release.
