The vow settled between them, a bridge over the uncertainty ahead. Liam’s eyes darkened as they dropped to her lips, and Sunny felt a different kind of heat begin to simmer beneath her skin.
He lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss that started gently — a question, an offering — then deepened as she responded. Her arms wound around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as he pulled her closer.
This kiss felt different from their others. Not the desperate passion of forbidden attraction or the consoling warmth of mutual comfort. This was a promise, a beginning.
A soft moan escaped her as Liam’s hands began to roam her back, tracing the curve of her spine through her sweater. The familiar heat of desire pooled low in her abdomen, intensified by the emotional intimacy they’d just shared.
Without breaking the kiss, Liam’s strong hands gripped her waist. In one fluid motion, he lifted her onto his lap so she straddled him on the plush couch, her thighs bracketing his hips. The new position brought their bodies flush against each other, and Sunny gasped at the immediate evidence of his arousal pressing against her center.
“Are you okay with this?” Liam murmured against her lips, ever mindful of consent despite the desire evident in his hooded eyes. “With… everything?”
The concern inhis voice made her heart swell. “Yes,” she whispered, touched by his thoughtfulness. “More than okay.”
She rocked against him experimentally, rubbing against his hardness, drawing a strangled groan from his throat that sent shivers down her spine. His hands slipped beneath her sweater, calloused palms warm against the sensitive skin of her waist, while his mouth traced a burning path down her neck.
“You’re so precious,” he breathed against her collarbone.
The words pierced Sunny’s heart. How often she had felt exactly the opposite — unwanted, defective, temporary.
She tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, needing to feel his skin against hers. Liam obliged, breaking contact only long enough to pull the shirt over his head before reclaiming her mouth with renewed hunger.
Her hands explored the broad expanse of his chest, tracing the defined muscles and old scars. When her fingers brushed across a nipple, Liam groaned into her mouth, his hips lifting involuntarily.
“Liam,” she gasped as his hands moved to cup her breasts under her sweater, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. The sensation was almost overwhelming — her body already more sensitive due to the pregnancy.
As if reading her mind, Liam’s hand drifted down to cover her stomach again, his touch reverent. “Our baby,” he murmured against her neck, the awe in his voice making her throat tighten with emotion. “Our child.”
“Our family,” Sunny whispered back, surprising herself with how right the words felt.
In the soft predawn light filtering through the windows, they moved together with increasing urgency.
As Liam’s fingers deftly unfastened her jeans, Sunny arched against him, head falling back in abandon. For once, she wasn’t overthinking, wasn’t planningher escape route. She was simply present, connected, complete.
“I love you,” she breathed as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, finding her wet and ready. “So much.”
“I love you too,” Liam answered, his blue eyes locked on hers as his fingers began a rhythm that had her gasping. “Let me show you how much.”
Liam’s fingers moved with a slow, deliberate tenderness, parting her slick folds and circling her clit with a rhythm that made Sunny’s breath hitch in her chest. Her thighs trembled around his hips, the plush couch sinking beneath their combined weight as she pressed herself closer, craving more of his touch. The heat of his bare chest radiated against her, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath her palms as she clung to him, anchoring herself in the storm of sensation.
“God, Sunny,” he rasped, voice thick with desire as he watched her face, drinking in every flutter of her lashes, every soft whimper that escaped her lips. His free hand slid up her back, beneath her sweater, unhooking her bra with a deft flick. The fabric loosened, and he tugged the sweater and bra over her head in one smooth motion, baring her to him. Her small, pert breasts spilled free, nipples already peaked and aching from the cool air and her heightened sensitivity.
He dipped his head, capturing one tight bud in his mouth, his tongue swirling with reverent hunger. Sunny moaned, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders as sparks of pleasure shot straight to her core. His teeth grazed her gently, just enough to make her arch into him, her hips grinding harder against the thick ridge of his erection still trapped in his jeans. The friction was exquisite, a delicious tease that only stoked the fire building inside her.
“Liam, please,” she pleaded, voice trembling with need as his fingers slipped deeper, two curling inside her with a slow, purposeful thrust. Her walls clenched around him, wet and hot, and she felt the stretch of his calloused digits — so different from her own softness, so perfectly him. He groaned against her breast, the vibration sending another shiver through her, before switching to lavish the other nipple with equal attention.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His eyes were molten, dark with lust but softened by love, and the sight of him — muscled and powerful yet utterly devoted — made her heart stutter.
Sunny’s hands fumbled with his jeans, desperate to free him, to feel all of him. The button popped open, the zipper rasped down, and she shoved the denim and boxers past his hips. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip glistening. She wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the velvet hardness, the way he pulsed in her grip. Liam hissed, his head tipping back against the couch, jaw tight as he fought for control.
“Sunny,” he growled, a warning and a plea rolled into one. But she didn’t stop — she couldn’t. She stroked him, slow and firm, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the slickness down his length. His hips bucked into her hand, and the raw need in his expression sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, shifting to align herself above him. Liam’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she sank down, the tip of him pressing against her entrance. She was so wet, so ready, but the stretch as she took him in was breathtaking — his size filling her inch by glorious inch until she was seated fully, their bodies locked together in the most intimate embrace.
They both stilled for a moment, breathing hard, savoring the connection. His hands roamed her sides, tracing the slight curve of her belly with a tenderness. “You feel like home,” he said, voice rough with emotion, and she leaned forward to kiss him, deep and slow, pouring every unspoken word into it.
Then she beganto move.
Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, rising and falling, taking him deeper with every thrust. The couch creaked beneath them, the soft fabric brushing against her knees as she rode him, her small frame dwarfed by his powerful build. Liam’s hands guided her, lifting her slightly before pulling her back down, his strength amplifying her pleasure. Each stroke dragged his cock against that spot inside her, the one that made her vision blur and her moans turn sharp and desperate.
