“You’re ridiculous,” I whisper, tears slipping down my cheeks.
“And you love it,” he says, smiling so big it nearly undoes me.
I nod, laughing through my tears. “Yeah, I really, really do.”
“Good,” he murmurs into my hair, his arms locked tight around me. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
“Good,” I whisper back, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
I pet Sammi for another few seconds, her purrs vibrating against my palm.
Then, grinning wickedly, I say to Liam, “Well, cowboy, you just earned yourself a blow job.”
Liam jerks back to look at me, his eyes going comically wide like I just offered to hand him the keys to the universe.
“Well, shit,” he says, dead serious. “If I had known that’s all it’d take, I would've built that cat room on day one.”
I laugh, shoving at his chest, but he catches my wrist and pulls me flush against him, his smile all heat and trouble.
Without another word, he sweeps me up into his arms.
“Come on, honey,” Liam says as he carries me toward our room. “Can’t leave a cowboy hanging after a promise like that.”
I giggle, clutching his shoulders, feeling lighter, happier, freer than I can ever remember.
As he kicks the door shut behind us in the bedroom, his mouth finds mine in a kiss that’s rough and sweet all at once, full of everything we are and everything we’re still going to be.
Liam lays me gently on the bed, hovering over me with that cocky little grin that drives me wild.
“You sure about this, honey?” he teases, dragging his fingers slowly up the inside of my thigh. “Because I’m not above bribery to make sure you follow through.”
I laugh, curling my arms around his neck, tugging him closer.
“You don’t have to bribe me,” I whisper against his mouth, my lips brushing his like a secret. “I want to.”
He kisses me then, like he’s savoring the moment he’s waited for way too long.
And when I slide down the bed, nudging him back against the mattress, he goes willingly, sinking into the pillows, his hands threading into my hair like he never wants to let go.
He watches me with lazy satisfaction, his chest heaving, his mouth parted, his eyes dark and full of heat that makes my whole-body ache. When my fingers find the buttons of his jeans, he lifts his hips, helping me tug them down, boxers and all.
The moment my hand wraps around the thick, heavy weight of his cock, he lets out a low, guttural groan that shoots straight through me.
“Fuck, honey,” he rasps, his head tipping back, throat working as he swallows hard. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I smile as I stroke him once, feeling him pulse hot and eager against my palm.
“Not planning on killing you,” I murmur, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sharp line of his hipbone. “Just want to taste you a little.”
He growls low in his throat, his hands tightening in my hair as I kiss lower, nipping and tasting my way down his body, worshipping every inch of him like he deserves.
By the time my mouth replaces my hand, taking him deep, Liam is a wreck above me, fists twisting in the sheets, gasping my name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
And I love every second.
It doesn’t take long. Liam’s whole body goes rigid, his thighs trembling under my hands, his hips jerking up toward my mouth like he can’t help himself.
“Honey,” he grits out, voice breaking on the word. “You gotta stop unless you want this over real fucking quick.”
