Maybe he always has.
The room spins, the only thing real the slide of skin, the wet, filthy sounds of us, the raw groans Liam lets out every time I clench around him.
The tight coil inside me winds tighter, sharper, until I’m panting against his mouth, begging without words.
And just when I think I can’t take another second, he slides a hand between us, finding my clit with ruthless, perfect precision.
I fall apart again with a shattered cry, clenching down so hard around him that Liam curses, slamming up into me with a broken, desperate rhythm.
“Mine,” he growls again, over and over like a litany, a prayer.
“Yours,” I sob, clutching him tighter as he loses himself inside me all over again, filling me with his heat and his love and his wreckage.
When it’s over, when the tremors finally ease and the only sound left is our breathing, he cradles my face in his rough hands. And he kisses me like he’s putting the pieces of me back together. Piece by beautiful, ruined piece.
12
We stay wrapped around each other, bodies sticky with sweat, breaths uneven, hearts still racing.
But it doesn’t take long before I feel it.
Him.
Still hard inside me.
Still wanting.
Still needing.
I lift my head from where it’s tucked against his neck, finding his gaze already locked on mine dark and wild and so damn beautiful it steals the breath from my lungs.
Liam brushes my hair back, his thumb stroking tenderly across my cheekbone.
And then he murmurs, “Shower, honey.”
It’s not really a question. I nod, heart hammering all over again. Without another word, he lifts me easily from his lap, our bodies still clinging together in all the places that matter.
I hold on to him as he carries me down the hall, both of us laughing breathlessly when we nearly slam into a wall in our rush to get there.
The shower’s already fogging up from the heat of the water by the time we stumble inside, peeling off what little clothing we still have left. The second we step under the spray, it’s like the world falls away. The warm water sluices over our skin, steam curling around us like a living thing, and then he’s pulling me into him again. All bare skin, hard muscle, and filthy intentions.
I press against him, moaning when the slickness of the water makes every glide of our bodies impossibly intimate, impossibly perfect. Liam pins me gently against the cool tile, his hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in without ever making me feel trapped.
His mouth finds mine and I melt into him with a whimper.
“Still not rough enough?” he rasps against my lips, a dark, wicked smile curving his mouth.
I shiver, threading my fingers through his dripping hair, pulling him closer.
“Give it to me, Liam. Make me see stars,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes.
With a low growl, Liam lifts my leg around his waist, lining himself up at my entrance.
He sinks into me in one long, hard thrust, and the water turns white hot behind my eyes.
I cry out, clutching at his shoulders, my body already trembling from the overstimulation, the desperate, glorious stretch of him filling me again.
