My climax built, that delicious thread tightening low in my belly. I could feel it rushing toward me like a freight train, only this was one collision I had no intention of avoiding.
It hit, consuming me. My body rippled around his as I threw my head back on a moan.
Liam continued to thrust through it, causing the orgasm to go on and on until the pleasure turned sharp and cutting. Almost impossible to bear.
He reached his climax, his hips pushing forward, once. Twice. Three times.
His head hung low, and the sound of our panting filling the room.
Words weren't needed as he pulled out, shifting until he was lying next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled up the covers, creating an intimate cocoon.
This right here was what I missed most about relationships. Sex was phenomenal. With Liam it was damn near world ending, but it was the extra things that made you want to linger a little longer. That moved this from a physical transaction to something that had the power to touch your soul.
The quiet moments between lovers were nearly as important as the passion and flash.
I lay still, enjoying the weight of a man behind me, his warmth soaking into my bones. Something like peace felt like it was within reach.
Liam rested his chin on my shoulder, comfortable as we drifted in our own thoughts.
So, this was snuggling. I'd been missing out until now. Liam was a first rate snuggler.
"Was the idea for a House yours or did Thomas spring it on you?" Liam asked.
I snorted. "Guess."
Liam's smile brushed against my skin. "How angry are you about this?"
Hearing the caution in his voice, I twisted in his arms until I was facing him. I studied his expression, noting the careful guardedness as if he was bracing for my explosion.
I guess I deserved that. I had a history of reacting poorly to being driven into a corner. It had led to some poor life decisions on more than one occasion. It was something I was trying to do better at.
I traced his eyebrow, trailing my fingers over his cheekbones and over his lips. "Less angry than I was before."
"Oh?"
My smile was small. "Connor has proven himself surprisingly useful so far."
He arched an eyebrow in an unspoken demand for more.
I leaned forward, dropping a kiss on his mouth. His hand pressed against my neck, deepening the kiss until it threatened to become more.
I drew back, my breathing unsteady. Satisfaction glinted in Liam's eyes.
I pinched his chest in retaliation. He caught the offending hand, pressing it against his skin.
His gaze searched mine, seriousness entering his expression. "Tell me."
This time it was more of a request.
I screwed up my mouth before letting out a long breath. He was going to have to know eventually. I didn't want a relationship where I hid the important stuff.
He needed to know I'd be honest with him, and I needed to be able to share my day without fearing he'd fly off the handle.
"What do you know of the Scattered?" I asked, making a decision.
Liam went still under me. Not even his chest moved to draw breath as he did that statue thing other vampires were so good at.
With an explosive movement he rolled me onto my back. His face hovered over mine as his eyebrows lowered, his gaze intent. "Why are you asking me about them?"
