That awful comment he made about me in college was a misunderstanding. He said those things to protect me from his teammate.
I think about that pleading, pained look on his face. Like he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting me. Like every cell in his body wished he could take it back.
My heart thuds in my chest. I can’t believe it took us almost ten years to untangle it all, for us to tell each other how we really feel. But we did.
And now we’re in bed together after he gave me one of the hottest orgasms of my life. And we weren’t even naked.
My clit pulses in anticipation of what he’s about to do to me.
I lock eyes with him. “I’ll lie back once you take your clothes off too.”
His cocky half-smile appears. My clit pulses once more. That smug mouth is about to lick my pussy. I shiver.
He pulls off the t-shirt and joggers he’s wearing and tosses them aside. A second later, he slides off his boxer briefs. My eyes go wide.
HolyGOD.
I’ve gotten glimpses of Liam’s naked chest plenty of times over the years. I saw him shirtless a handful of times on this trip alone. He’s always been in incredible shape. He looks like a marble statue brought to life with all the sculpted muscle he has.
But I’ve never seen him likethis.
He’s totally naked. I can see every part of him, and he isflawless.
I run my gaze along the length of his body. His sculpted shoulders and biceps, his chest, all the way down his impressive six-pack that leads to his equally impressive cock, which is rock hard and flanked by his ridiculously muscled thighs.
“Wow. Hockey does a body good,” I murmur.
He chuckles and rests his hands on his hip. There’s a smug glint in his gorgeous blue eyes. His half-smile is now a full-on grin.
“You like what you see, firecracker?”
I bite back a grin. “Very, very much.”
He lowers back down so he’s on his knees again. I watch, mesmerized by the way his muscles ripple with the movement.
I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. He hooks his arms under my bent legs and pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. Then he reaches up and slides off my panties.
His gaze turns cloudy as it settles between my legs.
“Fuck, baby.” He gently swipes his knuckle along my soaking wet slit. Pleasure pulses through me.
He lowers his face so that he’s hovering over my pussy. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”
His voice is a soft growl and god, is it hot.
He slides his middle inside of me. I gasp at how long and thick he feels.
His gaze cuts to mine. “Does that feel good?”
I nod. “So good.”
He lowers his mouth to my pussy and swipes his tongue slowly up, avoiding my clit. He does it two more times before I whine.
“Liam, please…”
A low chuckle rumbles from his throat. “I like hearing you beg, baby. Do it again.”
“Please,” I say, my tone even breathier and whinier. “I need your mouth on my clit, Liam. Please.”
