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“Don’t cry, baby,” he says, swiping his thumb along my cheek. “Do I have permission to kiss you, Sky? Just know if you say yes, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
“Yes,” I say with a breathy tone. “Yes.”
That’s all it takes for Liam to lean in and claim my lips. He tastes like sweet memories, hot nights, and something altogether new and fascinating.
His hands come up and tangle in my hair as our tongues come out and lash at each other like a hungry dance or a fight to the death. He pushes me on my back and then hovers over me.
“Is your leg okay?” he asks, breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” I say and then we are back at it, practically fucking each other’s mouths. I’m so breathless and consumed by him my body throbs. Things never got this hot when we were teenagers.
Liam reaches under my hoodie and kneads one breast. Warmth fills the space between my thighs as my belly swirls deliciously. He lifts my bra over my breasts and tweaks one nipple before rubbing his fingers in circles.
“That feels good,” I rasp, and I push my center against him. He’s hard like a rock, and by the feel of him, I’m sure his cock has grown a whole lot since high school.
“When was the last time you were with a man?” he suddenly asks, but he doesn’t stop touching my breasts. It’s distracting.
“Over five years,” I say.
He hisses. “Damn, you must be so wet.”
“I’m soaked.”
He shifts a little and then removes my hoodie over my head. He watches me with fire in his eyes. “You’re more beautiful than I remembered.”
“I’ve changed a lot since high school.”
“I’m not complaining. Your tits are amazing.” He places a hand on each of my breasts and kneads. “This needs to come off.” He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. My breasts spill forward, and Liam completely removes the bra, and then his lips are on my nipples, sucking and licking in a swirling pattern. My hands go up into his hair as I hold him close.
My body feels like it can combust.
“I’ve waited so long to have you writhing beneath me.” His voice is deep and filled with need, and then he’s pulling back.
I don’t know what he’s doing when he stands. “If we are doing this, then I want you in my bed. Not on my couch,” he explains, lifting me like I’m air.
I giggle like a schoolgirl.
“And how many girls have you said that to?” I joke, feeling nervous.
“None,” he says with a straight face. “I’ve never brought a girl back to this apartment.”
“Well, damn.”
“Well, damn,” he repeats. “I’m not a fumbling teenager anymore. I’m going to make you come again and again.”
He walks me to his room. It’s large and spacious. There’s a huge bed in the center with a dark wood frame and a cream comforter that looks so plush it’s like clouds.
He gently lays me down on the pillow and watches me. “A part of me feels like this is a dream. I’ve been thinking about you for so long I began to worry I was chasing a ghost.”
“I’m not a ghost, Liam. I’m here, and I want you to make love to me.”
He climbs on the bed and helps me lower the joggers I’m wearing. I don’t own a sexy pair of underwear, so I’m wearing a pair of white bikini cotton panties.
Liam bites his lip, and then he’s removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He gets off the bed to take off his jeans. I watch with fascination as he slowly reveals a new part of himself with every piece of clothing he’s shed. Then he lowers his boxer briefs. His cock is rock-hard, thick but not too thick, long but not too long. I lick my lips.
“Like what you see?” he asks with a wolfish grin.
He’s all hard defined muscle, eight-pack abs, arms of steel, and a set of shoulders that are drool-worthy. Even his thighs are sexy, and don’t get me started on the globes of his fine ass.
