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“Yeah?”
I shrug. “I guess I sort of figured you were used to it.”
Liam chuckles without much humor, running a hand through his sandy hair. “Violence? Yeah. You see it every day in this line of work. But killing?” He shakes his head grimly. “I don’t think you ever get used to it.”
“Guess you are more than just hired muscle,” I tease, nudging him gently.
Liam laughs. “You sound surprised.”
“Hitman with a heart?” I grin. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.” My expression wavers a little as I add, “Not after Lucas.”
“He’s a real son of a bitch, your husband,” Liam replies, his tone also going serious.
“A major son of a bitch,” I agree.
“It’s funny,” Liam says. “I never gave Lucas much thought back when I was working for Victor. He always seemed a bit hot under the collar, but never insane. Kind of rude, kept to himself… but he never rubbed me the wrong way. I guess I just wrote him off as the little brother with an inferiority complex.”
I snort. “That’s not a bad description, to be fair.”
“I thought so.” Liam thinks for a moment, his brow furrowing, and then shakes himself. “Thing is,” he continues, “I never thought the bastard would get under my skin the way he has. Most people don’t get my blood boiling, but when I think about what he’s done, I…” He trails off, shrugging. “I don’t know.”
“What changed?” I ask quietly, suddenly becoming aware of how close he is to me at the bar: not as close as he’s been during some of our sparring sessions, but close enough that I could reach out and touch him if I wanted. It would be so easy to lean in—
But then Liam speaks up, turning to look at me, and my brain stops working. “I guess I met you,” he says, his green eyes meeting mine. “That’s what changed.”
I realize my heart is beating so hard it might explode, and I must be blushing bright red, but I’m caught up in his presence, and when his lips meet mine, there’s nothing to do but kiss him back. Despite his ferocious strength, he’s heartrendingly gentle, and I melt that much more when his hands come to rest on either side of my face.
I’m breathless by the time he pulls back, and his mischievous smile has returned in full force. “I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.”
“Good,” I reply. “Me neither.” And then my lips are on his again. This time, I dare to let myself go slower, explore further, my hands running through his hair to pull him closer. I feel a warm surge of pride as I realize he isn’t pulling back—and then his arms are around me, and I’m pressed against him, and it’s impossible to tell where I start and he ends.
At some point, we manage to move out of the kitchen upstairs, blundering down the hall until we reach Liam’s room. Even still, we only disentangle from each other long enough to shut the door behind us, and then we’re back at it, lips against lips, hands running over one another as we stumble over to the bed with a speed that seems dictated by pure instinct. Liam’s movements are as graceful and in control as they are when he’s fighting, and my fingers cling wonderingly to the material of his undershirt as I pull it up over his head and let it drop to the floor. I take a moment to drink in the sight of him shirtless, his muscles tense, and I can’t help but reach out to run my fingers over them, smiling as his heart races under my touch.
“You’re beautiful,” I breathe, and I feel bad for the clichéd phrase even as I say it. But Liam doesn’t seem to mind: he laughs, and it’s a carefree sound that makes me want to bury my face in his chest.
“My eyes are up here, love,” Liam teases in a tone of mock offense, and I laugh as he captures my mouth with his once more.
His body is pressed against mine, his arms wrapping tightly around me, and I can feel his desire through his jeans as he pushes me gently onto his bed. I tug my shirt off with hands that shake, and as he takes in the sight of me, Liam swears. “You’re beautiful, Vivi,” he says, running a hand down my neck, over the swell of my breast and down to my hip.
“Now you’re just stalling,” I tease him, but I can’t fight the blush that erupts in my face as he drinks in the sight of me underneath him.
“Stalling, eh?” Liam asks, raising an eyebrow, and then his hands drop to the waistband of his jeans, his lips latching onto my neck and making me whimper as I wriggle beneath him. He slowly pulls his jeans down his legs, kicking them away and palming his boxers off with one hand. Then he leans back over me, his hands roaming over my body. He pauses, his fingers at the top of my shorts, and I bite my lip, nervous. “You’re sure about this?” he asks, his emerald eyes serious. “I don’t want you to feel like—”
“Like I owe you?” I tease. “Don’t give yourself too much credit, Liam Walker.”
He laughs, dropping his forehead to mine. “I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he says, and then he’s kissing me again.
In a smooth movement, he helps me out of my shorts, and I wriggle out of my panties with none of the self-consciousness I was expecting to feel. He watches me with a reverence that tells me he likes what he sees, and I blush under his gaze, feeling a little nervous.
Liam slides a hand between my legs, and I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets as he teases me, two fingers sliding over the most sensitive part of me before he sinks them inside, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. “You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his thumb keeping the steady pressure on my clit as he works me with his fingers. I nod my head, my lips parting in a soundless gasp as a ball of pleasure builds inside me, and I feel myself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Liam keeps me balanced there, his skin hot on mine, his breath warm against my neck, until finally I crest the wave, my whole body tensing before I fall apart beneath him, his mouth finding mine as I cry out against his lips.
I can still feel the reverberations of my orgasm when Liam moves, easing himself into me, his eyes never leaving mine as he strokes into me, his face dark with a desire I feel mirrored in myself. “You’re so warm,” he breathes, his lips against my skin, and then he’s moving inside me, my hands clinging to his shoulders as I get lost in the sensations of his body.
He moves at a deliciously slow pace, his thumb sweeping over my clit, coaxing more pleasure to bloom in me. I’m still reeling from my first release when I feel another one beginning, this one even more powerful than the first. My body tightens around his as I feel him start to speed up, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more urgent.
“I’m close,” he tells me, his eyes burning, his hand finding mine on the pillow. He threads his fingers through mine, and I can feel his muscles begin to tense, his jaw clenched. Soon I’m falling over the edge again, my body trembling violently as it tries to cope with the intensity of the pleasure.
Liam pulls back to look at me as he comes, grinding his hips into mine. He holds my gaze as he finishes, and I can see his green eyes are glazed with desire. Leaning forward, he kisses me once more before settling down beside me and pulling me into his arms.
