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CERYS
Liam buysa place close to Phoebe’s, in one of the newer estates away from the scruffy terrace I live in now. Of course, it’s the nicest house in the area, one that stayed on the market too long due to the price. Liam protests he had to buy somewhere quickly and this was the best option. I’ve given up fighting him over this.
The place is beautifully decorated with thick carpets and expensive fittings, including a dream kitchen with every appliance I could imagine.
Moving day is the first day I see the place, and Liam leads me around the already furnished house until we reach the master bedroom. I swear he’s employed an interior designer to co-ordinate the expensive Jacquard linen and curtains, positive Liam Oliver would not buy the carefully contrasting cushions and wall art.
I push open a door at the opposite end of the large room. Wow. “En suite.”
“Not a big one,” he says.
I can’t hide my amazement. “Buten suite. I’ve never lived anywhere with an en suite.”
Liam runs a finger along my nose. “I forget how you common people live sometimes.”
“Cheeky!” I slap his chest and he grabs my ass, kissing me hard.
“Do you like the house?” he asks.
“Your new home is beautiful.” The despairing look edges into his eyes but I ignore him. “Thanks for letting us stay.”
“Cerys,” he warns.
“Can we bring some boxes inside now?” With Ella at Phoebe’s for the afternoon, I’m eager to make her bedroom look as close to her old one as possible.
“Soon—there’s something I need to do first.”
I’m about to ask him what, but I don’t need to. When he runs a hand along my side, and cups my breast, it’s clear he didn’t bring me into the bedroom to show me the en suite.
“I haven’t seen you for a week,” he whispers, then kisses the hollow of my neck
“There’s so much to do to in the house,” I reply, knowing I’m fighting a losing battle with myself and with Liam as he unhooks my bra.
“Yep. Correct.”
“Wow, Liam you don’t waste much time.”
He unbuttons the old blue shirt I’d chosen for moving homes, and so slowly that each time his finger brushes my skin a new surge of desire joins. A week away from Liam makes the physical need for him stronger each time. He drops the shirt and bra onto the floor.
“I missed you,” he says, circling my nipple with his thumb. “I’ve missed every single part of you.” Liam’s hands go to my jeans and he undoes the button. “Clothes off.”
“No,” I say with a smile.
“Cerys, don’t tease me because you know that makes things worse.”
I drag my fingernails across his tight abs and undo his buttons too. “Wrong. That makes things better.”
With a well-practiced move, Liam pulls my jeans down and traces a finger along my panties before slipping a finger between the cotton and skin. The sensation weakens my legs and I moan, so he catches me with his hips, pinning me to the wall. His fingers find my wet heat and my body flares to life as he glides his thumb against my clit.
I’m lost. Whenever we’re apart, the Liam who returns has a desperate hunger that overtakes him the first time we get skin on skin again. And this Liam turns me on.
Liam pulls me toward the bed, and I kick my jeans from my ankles as he drags me onto his lap. Closing his mouth around my breast, he flicks a tongue across my nipple. “I fucking missed the taste of you.” Liam moves a hand back to my damp panties and I press myself against his palm. “I think you missed me, too.”
I push my fingers into his long hair and hold his face against me, relishing the feeling of his attention to my breasts. His kisses become rougher, sucking and tugging at my nipples, and I moan as I push myself against his hand, desperate for more.
“Fuck!” Liam unbuckles his jeans and lifts me up as he shucks them to the floor, and I wrap my arms and legs around him as he does. When he sets me back on his lap, his cock slides against the fabric of my panties. Liam pulls my head back by the hair and nips my neck, the way he always does to indicate he doesn’t intend gentleness. I whimper at the sensation, keeping my head back as he drags his face across my neck and shoulders, the nipping getting harder.
