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I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer for another kiss in a silent reply to his demand. Unlike all the other times, I found that his request held no second intention. And I was right.
He shut the water off and handed me a towel so I could dry off, bringing me some sweats of his to change. He waited for me in his room, standing from the bed once I came out of the bathroom. He was already fully clothed, his hair still messy and damp.
Liam pulled me towards the living room, his hand tightly wrapped around mine, only stopping once we reached the couch in the dimly lit space. He laid down, pulling me onto him, my body fitting perfectly on his.
He stroked my hair with one hand while the other held me against him, my head resting on his muscled chest, his steady heartbeat soothing mine that raced with joy.
This was where I belonged, enveloped in his arms, drenched in his scent, covered in him.
I finally felt safe.
I finally felt at home.
“Tell me you’ll still be here in the morning,” Liam whispered against my hair, soft kisses showering me with affection.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” Never had truer words left my mouth. I sank further into him, allowing myself to relax into his caresses until I finally fell asleep.
What I had done had no excuse. I simply wasn’t thinking. It was stupid, immature, and selfish. I wasn’t expecting Matt to kiss me, though. It had caught me off guard for how fucked up it was. As soon as I pulled back and looked at Liam, he was seething and had every right to be.
Despite being built like a rock, I should have punched Matt in the face right there, but I was rooted to my spot, frozen in shock.
I was too focused on making Liam jealous that I hadn’t pushed Matt back enough for him to get the proper message. It felt too good to know that Liam was watching and that having another man’s hands on me made him angry. It told me I mattered to him. I didn’t even care about the way it would make him feel.
The look of disgust Liam shot me before he stormed out slashed right through my heart, tearing me into pieces. I never want him to look at me that way again. I felt dirty and small, and just that look was enough to have my mind back in Jacksonville where it had no business to be in after all the work it took to tear it from my being.
Coming clean about how I felt about him was a risk, but it was the only way. I could see that now. The possibility of losing my job was real, but I didn’t care. Losing Liam weighed more on my scale.
So being here, wrapped in Liam’s arms, feeling him finally let go and stop pushing me away was like walking on clouds. I was in Heaven.
I woke up alone, curled on his couch with a blanket over me, the morning sun shining brightly through those huge windows. I sprung up, panic filling my lungs, searching the space for Liam, feeling the dismay increase every time I turned and didn’t find him.
“Are you looking for me?” His deep voice came from behind me, my heart finally slowing to a normal rate. Until I turned around and took him in.
Liam stood there shirtless, low hanging sweats leaving very little to the imagination, a striking V of muscles leading down towards a bulge I had had the pleasure of experiencing.
I was struck by his perfection, my mouth falling ajar at the image before me. Ripped muscles clenched as he rubbed a towel against his wet hair, each mass straining as he moved.
Just as the first time I saw him without a shirt, I noticed the tattoo running the length of his torso, just under his arm. A woman and a skull, both with a butterfly on their mouths, an infinity loop holding them together. I never thought I’d find tattoos attractive, but damn he looked good with the ink.
This man was sculpted in pure sin, drawn with allure, and painted in divinity.
Just like the first time I had seen him like this, my eyes dropped to his pronounced bulge, my throat immediately being invaded by a massive lump.
Holy Father, how many, many sins were running through my mind.
“You can take a warm shower when you stop staring if you want.” Liam interrupted my reverie, pulling my eyes back to his face, his lips twisted in a grin.
I picked up the closest pillow and threw it at him, my cheeks deeply blushed from being caught admiring him. He dodged it and in two massive steps, he was pulling me up into a playful hug, tickling me and covering me in small kisses while I squirmed in his hold.
“If you keep wiggling against me like that, you’ll have a lot more to stare at in a second.” I stopped, leaning my back against him, wanting to feel him completely. Liam buried his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply while the playful air suddenly turned thick and serious. “This was the best night of my life.”
It was a vulnerable confession whispered against my sensitive skin, his words drenched in a meaning that made my heart and stomach flutter. Absolutely nothing had happened, and yet everything had changed.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied once the knot in my throat allowed me to speak.
“Come on. Time to shower, Miss Harden. I left clothes out for you on my bed and a towel in the bathroom. How does bacon and eggs sound for breakfast?”
I turned around, locking my arms around his neck, looking deep into his beautiful eyes, my face lighting up with a smile, happiness overflowing from every pore.
