“I love you, is all,” he murmurs, leaning forward to kiss the curve of my hip bone. “Sometimes I worry you’ll forget.”
“You’ll have to keep reminding me then,” I say, sliding my fingers through his hair. Liam traces my thigh with his tongue, finds my clit again, his fingers following.
“I love you,” he whispers, and slides one finger inside me.
I sigh sharply, a rush of pleasure lifting my hips toward him.
“I love you,” and he slides in another, tongue stroking smoothly, lavishly. My breath hitches, and I spread my legs wider for him, gripping his hair in my fingers as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of me, a deliberate, plunging movement. “I love you, Lexie.”
“I love you,” I say, the words a gentle gasp as I move with him, more and more desperately, pleasure snapping tighter and tighter within me, his tongue flicking faster, faster. “Fuck, Liam, I love you. I love—”
I lose the word, arching my back as climax envelopes me: a warm steady pulse that works a single, sharp moan from my lips. Liam chuckles softly as I relax onto the duvet, heart thumping, cheeks hot.
“That was fast,” Liam murmurs, kissing my hip, my belly, sliding my dress up and over my head so he can kiss my breasts.
“That was just the beginning,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. I turn his face to me, and he flashes that dangerous, knife-like grin. “God, I love that smile.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I trace his cheekbone, his lips. “I love you.”
“You mentioned.”
“I love you,” I say with an arched brow and devious smile. “Now finish what you started.”
His grin widens. “With pleasure.”
Liam sits back, drawing his shirt over his head, taking my breath away with that body I never get tired of seeing. I draw my hands over his chest, his skin blazing against my palms, down the hard ridges of his abs, to the sharp divots of his V.
Sudden hunger carves a line straight through me, and I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and yank them low, a thrill blazing between my legs at the sight of him.
“Liam,” I say, pulling him down on top of me. I hold his eyes, a dare in mine. “Fuck me.”
He drops his head, nuzzling his lips beneath my ear. “Every time you say that,” he whispers, nipping the delicate skin of my neck, dragging his tongue down, lower, over my collarbone, between my breasts. “It’s like the first time.”
He slides his hands beneath me, unhooks my bra and casts it aside. I stretch my arms above my head, breath hitching as he traces his tongue over one breast and then the other, wrapping his lips around my nipple and sucking softly. He gently palms my thighs apart.
“Every time you fuck me,” I say, voice rough as he slides his cock between my legs, “it’s like the first time.”
He has his palm on my hip, burning as a brand. He meets my eyes, then thrusts himself inside me. I gasp, arching my back as his body fills mine. He wraps his mouth around my breast, sliding out and back in, grunting in pleasure.
“God, I love you,” he murmurs against my skin. I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips to take him in more deeply. I can feel every delicious inch of him, and his back beneath my hands is burning, all of him ignited. “You’re mine, Lexie.”
“Yes,” I gasp, rolling my hips against him, clutching his body against mine. “I’m yours.”
His thrusts are faster now, hungry, deliciously desperate. “And I’m yours.”
“Mine,” I moan, throwing back my head as pleasure cascades through me, wave after precious wave, closer together, closer,closer, a constant, pounding flood. “Fuck, Liam—”
He draws back and meets my eyes, his own heavy-lidded, lips parted. Electricity snaps through me, lighting me up. I’m soaring, arching higher and higher, taking him harder, faster,fuck—
I cry out, arching my back as I come, this climax slamming into me harder than the last. I bury my fingers in Liam’s skin, crying out his name, every inch of his skin against mine pure fire.
He groans as he finishes, driving my orgasm harder and higher as his thrusts become deeper, quicker, more determined.
“God,” he mutters after a gasping second, his breath coming hard. He collapses on top of me, face buried in my neck. “I never get tired of that.”
I laugh. “Yeah. Me neither.”
