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“Isn’t he always?” He seemed confident today, though sad. His gaze met mine. “We’ll always love him. But he would have wanted us to find each other. To be happy.”
“Would he?” My voice came out a whisper. The Brennan in my dreams had not felt quite likemyBrennan, who had been so sweet.
“Yes,” he said confidently. He lifted my hand in his and kissed my knuckles, then turned my hand over and pressed a kiss to my wrist. His lips, moving softly against my skin, sent a fresh pulse of lust to my already-heated core. “The fact that you can bond with us… we can know we are all fated.”
He wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled me closer. His words made me feel free to straddle his lap, throwing one leg onto the other side so we were face to face. I breathed in his scent as I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I’m glad you found me,” I whispered, thinking how hard the past few days would have been without him. Rose would probably still be in that hospital room.
“I’m glad you found me,” he said. “I don’t feel as lost when you’re with me. You keep me in this world… you’re worth staying in this world.”
His lips met mine in a slow, gentle kiss.
His hands moved slowly up my sides, lingering on my waist before moving to the small of my back. I gasped as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of Liam’s t-shirt and made contact with my skin. His touch was like fire—I felt myself melting into him as he deepened our kiss and explored every inch of my body.
My body ached for more, but we were both still so raw. He must have seen the hesitation in my eyes, because he put his hands on my hips and moved me back slightly.
“Do you want this?” he asked softly.
I felt myself nodding before I could even bring words to my lips. His gaze met mine, intense and heavy with need.
“Show me,” he said in a low voice as he pulled me close again and kissed me deeply. "I don't want to rush you."
The mixture of command and gentleness in his voice was new, reminding me this man was layered and complicated in a way that most people never saw. They saw what he presented to the world. He made himself look more lost and broken when he was truly strong.
Strong enough to protect me. Strong enough to love me.
My fingers grasped at his shirt, pulling it up over his head and throwing it aside. I ran my hands along his chest and down his stomach until I found the waistband of his jeans. His breath caught as I undid them slowly, one button at a time before pushing them down along with his boxers. His desire for me was evident against my palm as I grasped him tightly. A shudder passed through his body, his eyes briefly closing, as if he could barely hold himself back from coming the second I touched him.
His fingers trailed down between my legs, teasing and exploring until I writhed in pleasure. He smiled against my mouth, then kissed me deeply once more. I wrapped one arm around his neck while the other rested on his shoulder, allowing him to guide me where he wanted me to go.
"Amelia.” His voice was ragged with his own desire, but he pulled away slightly so he could look into my eyes. “What do you want?”
He kissed my forehead and then my nose. My body was still tingling, still aroused, and I wanted more of him. I just… I didn’t know how, and he looked at me with such confident expectation that I found myself feeling as though I should know exactly what I wanted.
I just didn’t.
I didn't know how to take the lead. That had never been my place.
"I want you," I said, because that was the only thing I knew for sure.
His voice was filled with awe when he asked, "You want me?"
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but I nodded, biting my lip.
“That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard,” he whispered. “I didn’t want to get confused again.”
He kissed me, and it felt clumsy—no, innocent. Sweet.Right.
This was a man who had never kissed anyone else.
I let out a breath against his lips. “No. We’re right where we both belong.”
His gaze met mine, intense and full of affection, and then his lips clashed against mine. We kissed over and over, and he quickly seemed to pick up on how I liked best to be kissed, his movements varying between soft, tender kisses and deeper, tongue-teasing exploration. In between kisses, we helped each other out of the last of our clothing.
He shifted us both to the couch, so he was lying on his back and I was straddling him. He placed a hand on my hip, allowing me to set the pace. I leaned forward and kissed him, letting my breasts press against his chest, one hand behind his head while the other explored his body—his fingers entwined in my hair, tugging gently, but not hard.
His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing firmly until I was panting. His fingers slowly, slowly slid into my entrance as he kissed me, teasing me as I rocked against him, my hips slowly finding their rhythm. He slipped a second finger inside me and I rocked faster, grinding down on him. He increased the pace steadily, matching my movements, until I was gasping, unable to catch my breath.
