“Whoa. What happened to you?” Connor asks, his nose wrinkling.
“Can’t talk. Need to shower.” I take the stairs two at a time, doing my best not to breathe in through my nose.
When I reach the upstairs bathroom, I turn on the shower to the hottest setting and toss in a shower bomb. I don’t bother taking off my clothes before I step inside, letting the hot water wash away the slime. I inhale a deep lungful of the lavender steam and strip out of my slimy pajamas, then I proceed to scrub every inch of my body until my skin is rubbed raw.
I’m a big baby when it comes to two things: blood and vomit.
I stay under the spray until the water runs cold and my fingers are pruned. The steam billows from the shower when I step out of the glass enclosure, and Liam is right there holding out a towel.
“You ok?” he asks, wrapping me up in the fluffy fabric.
I smile softly. “Better now. How’s Aiden?”
“Fever’s coming down. He’s already passed out in the guest bedroom. Connor’s looking after him.”
He glides his hands up and down my arms and sinks to his knees, sliding the towel over each leg, one at a time. I probably shouldn’t be enjoying the view, but the sight of Liam at myfeet is really doing it for me. When he’s finished drying every inch of my body, he swaps out the towel for my plush bathrobe.
Linking his fingers with mine, he tugs me into the bedroom and sets me down at the edge of the king-size bed. “Stay here.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a sarcastic salute.
He shakes his head in exasperation and walks back into the bathroom, returning with my vanilla body lotion. Kneeling behind me on the bed, he slips the robe off my shoulders and sweeps my damp hair off my neck. The lotion bottle clicks open, and he squeezes some into his hand, warming it before he glides his rough palms over my skin.
He massages my neck and shoulders, releasing all of the tension I didn’t realize I’d been holding. The robe pools at my hips as he works his hands lower, gliding over every roll and curve of my body with expert precision, like he’s drawing a map of my imperfections.
“You have a cluster of freckles right here,” he murmurs. His lips touch my right shoulder and linger there while his fingers work at a knot in my lower back.
A moan slips past my lips, and his mouth finds the sensitive spot behind my ear, eliciting a shiver. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you.”
His deft hands slide around my body and untie the robe, letting it fall away. He kisses a trail across my left shoulder as one hand dips between my legs. “Open for me, baby,” he whispers. “Let me make you feel good.”
I part my legs and lean into his chest. His right hand slips lower, gathering some of my wetness before coming back up to circle my clit. “You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”
“Yes.”
“Gonna need you to keep quiet for me. Wouldn't want my brother to hear you coming on my fingers, would you?”
My stomach flutters at the thought of being caught, but I don’t respond. I shouldn’t like the idea of someone walking in on us, but it gives me a little thrill all the same.
One hand grips my soft belly as he continues to work me over. “I love this,” he says, massaging my curves. “You’re so fucking soft. So perfect.”
Tears spring to my eyes at his reverent words. Nobody has ever made me feel so unreservedly adored. He nips at my earlobe, drawing my attention back to his expert hands as he slips a finger inside me, curving upward.
“More,” I plead.
He chuckles against my neck, adding a second finger. “Is this what you want?”
I shake my head. “More.”
“Fuck, baby. Can you take it?” His voice is barely more than a gruff whisper.
“Please.”
He slides a third finger into me, stretching me further while his thumb finds my clit. “Goddamn. Your cunt is squeezing me so tight.”
I can’t speak, breathless against the pleasure coursing through my body. Liam’s playing me like a melody only he has the sheet music for, and I know without a shadow of a doubt it’ll never be like this with anyone else.
His left hand cups my breast, tweaking my nipple. “You’re so sexy. Need you to come for me.”
