I slip my hand under his T-shirt, feeling the heat of his body, the tight muscles shifting under my palms. His hands roam up myback, unclasp my bra, then shove my shirt and bra up so that his mouth can find my sensitive, tight nipples.
“Oh, Liam,” I breathe, the words breaking apart. “Oh… fuck… Liam.”
He groans into my skin, his hands guiding my hips, anchoring me.
“I love you,” he murmurs. “Oh, Em, I love you.”
The heat builds fast, climbing, coiling low in my belly, spreading everywhere.
“Come for me,” he whispers, lifting his head, forehead against mine. “Fuck, baby. Come for me.”
I tighten my hips around him and pick up the pace, rolling my body against his. Liam groans and slips his tongue into my mouth as his fingers dig into the bare skin of my back, holding me close.
When the orgasm tears through me, it is powerful and lustful, impossible to contain. I gasp into his mouth, the sound muffled as he swallows it, kissing me harder and deeper.
I stay still, trembling, riding out every last wave. And when it finally begins to fade, the hunger flares again. I move my hips, slower this time but more deliberate, chasing the edge until it breaks again—another sharp, breathtaking climax that makes my whole body shake.
“Fuck. Yeah, Emma,” Liam curses under his breath, pulling me tight against him. His mouth crashes into mine, needy and rough. He loses control, his cock pulsing, throbbing, emptying into me. He holds me through every last pulse, every last shiver, breathing hard against my neck.
For a moment, we’re still. Quiet. Wrapped in heat and sweat and the kind of intimacy that rattles something deep inside me.
The gaze in his eyes sayswe’re not even close to being done.
He lifts me up with his hard cock still in me, hard enough to make my breath catch. My legs cling around his hips instinctively as he starts walking, carrying me down the hallway in the dim light.
“Liam…” I whisper, breathless.
He kisses me slowly, confidently, and hungrily as he pushes the bedroom door open with his shoulder.
When he sets me on the bed, he’s looking at me like the night has barely started.
“Em, I just want to know that you’re so fucking scrumptious.”
35
LIAM
I easeEmma onto the bed, and before she can reach for me again, I hold up a finger.
“Stay right here.”
I return from the bathroom with a warm washcloth, kneeling beside her and running the cloth slowly between her thighs, lingering just long enough to make her exhale in a shaky, desperate sound; she’s already trembling. Her legs fall open instinctively, like her body is reaching for me without permission.
I toss the cloth aside and lie beside her, dragging my fingertips to trace the line of her throat, soft and slow. Her pulse jumps under my touch. I follow the path down across her collarbone, the dip between her breasts, the rise of her ribs. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, her nipples tightening instantly, begging to be kissed, bitten, and worshipped.
She closes her eyes and turns her face away when I reach her stomach.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing my knuckles over her hip. “Why’d you look away?”
“Oh, it’s just…” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“It’s just what?”
Her cheeks, already red from exertion, redden even more. “My belly is soft.”
I lean down, press a slow kiss to her navel, and smile against her skin. “Baby, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Every inch of you.”
Her breath leaves her in a shaky exhale.
