My smile fades against his finger.
“What?” he asks, brows pinching in concern.
I shake the thoughts from my head. “Nothing. I’m just happy that I get to be here with you.”
This time when I kiss him I don’t pull back. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on to what we have left. He deepens the kiss, his hot tongue swiping into my mouth. I rock into him and I swallow the groan that rumbles through him as he hoists me up, hands digging into my ass as he carries me and starts to walk.
“Where are we going?” I ask
“Bedroom,” he rasps
“You’re carrying me up the stairs? You tend to have a hard time with those.”
“Fuck you.”
“I thought that was already the plan,” I say as the easy humor dissolves the ache in my chest.
He doesn’t let me go. He carries me up the stairs and into his room, dropping me onto the mattress so I fall with my legs dangling off the sides. I tear off my shirt and chuck it to the side.
But he just stays there, hovering over me. Hazel eyes devouring every inch of me and that fist around my heart is back squeezing with all its might. I need it gone.
Come on, Henri. You know better. You don’t get the guy. You don’t want the guy. You hang out with them, you listen, you stand with them, and then you fade into a memory. You leave because when people get too close, when you’ve already given parts of yourself to them, they vanish.
That’s how it always goes.
Liam isn’t—can’t be—any different.
“Liam, please. I want you to fuck me.”
He stops again.Damn it.
“Are you sure?”
Can’t he be a little bit of an asshole just once? Would that be too much to ask?
“No, I publicly humiliated you with a box of condoms so we could blow them up like balloons,” I say, but then see the tender look in his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate.”
“Okay.” He kisses me quickly and pushes off the bed.
Opening a drawer in his nightstand, he grabs the box. With a yank, he pulls at the top and the thin cardboard tears, sending a cascade of metallic packaging onto the floor.
A laugh whooshes out of me as I roll off the bed and help him shove the condoms into the drawer, both of us on our hands and knees, wrappers crinkling as we grab them.
“The last one,” I say as I grab the final one from the thin carpet. Liam tries to take it from me, but I pull away. “I want to.”
He nods and gets to his feet. In one swift movement, he pulls off his shirt before working his pants and boxers off. He’s bare, towering over me, cock at eye level and so fucking hard. I reach out and stroke him, relishing the feel of his length in my fist.The muscles of his stomach clench and he leans back, bracing himself on the nightstand.
“Shit,” he hisses, eyes on me.
I tear the condom wrapper open with my teeth, something I’ve read about men doing in books, but I like the power that comes from being the one to do it. Slowly, I roll it over him. The moment my hands are off him, I’m lifted into the air, arms like steel around my waist, his cock pressing against my stomach. I bounce as I land on the mattress and a giggle erupts out of me.
And I’ll be damned if I let my catastrophizing brain ruin this.
“I’m going to start like this. I want to see every expression you make when I’m inside you,” Liam mutters. His breath is hot on the skin of my stomach as he pries off my pants and underwear. He replaces the fabric covering my pussy with hand, rubbing his fingers over my clit as I squirm. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in slowly. God it’s so different than when he fucked me with his fingers. So full. I reach up, needing to grasp something, my fingers find his back, clinging to him. With a final snap of his hips he’s fully seated inside me.
