I nod. I know he has to be uncomfortable because he’s not giving me his full weight. He’s in an odd sort of half plank over me, caging me in, pressing his body gently against mine. His eyes are searching my face and I’m terrified of what he’ll see. This moment is too much. Too intense.
I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, which only pulls him deeper inside me, before I push to roll us over. He grunts with surprise, but doesn’t stop me. Our bodies remain locked together. So close. So wet. But, now, I’m lying on top of him. My head is in the crook of his neck. It’s much more comfortable because I can snuggle against him, breathe him in and not have to meet his eyes.
Liam’s hand begins a slow motion up and down my arm, comforting me. He knows I’m rattled. I’m sure of it. I want to tell him that I’m okay, but I’m not sure I am. I don’t actually know how I feel. I decide to tell him the truth, because the silence is killing me.
“That was—” I can’t figure out the right word. “Intense.”
“Mmmmm,” he sighs into the top of my head. “Do you regret it?”
I’m startled by both the question and the vulnerability in his voice. I feel a lot of things right now, but regret isn’t one of them.
“No,” I assert. “No regrets. I’m still trying to process how I feel. I guess I feel, well, a lot. I’m trying to make sense of it all.”
“Yeah, I, uh—I get that,” he murmurs. “You can talk to me. If you want to. I have a lot of feelings at the moment myself.”
I’ve never considered myself a coward, but I’m afraid to know what his feelings are. I don’t want him to think I don’t care or am having negative thoughts, so I try to explain. “I promise that I’ll talk to you about things, Liam. It’s all just a bit jumbled right now. I think you fried my brain with too many orgasms.”
This gets a deep chuckle. “I can relate. I’ve gotta be honest: I’m going to be absolutely useless for a while. I’m not going to be able to think about anything but how good you felt coming all over my cock.” My breath catches as he moves so he can see my face. His eyes glint with mischief. “And how soon we can do it all over again.”
I pull back to give him my most seductive smile. “I think I can be convinced of sooner rather than later.”
He runs his nose down mine. “Glad we agree.”
I nip his chin. “Mmmm. I love when we both get to be right.”
As he wraps himself around me, I can’t believe how quickly my mind calms. His breathing has a rhythm all its own. With his hard, warm body pressed to mine, I relax. He kisses the top of my head as I drift off to sleep with him still inside me.
When I wake up, I am still totally engulfed in his embrace. His muscled arms around me, my head on his solid chest. Our legs entwined. I feel warm and safe. And, if I’m being honest, a little turned on. Okay. A lot turned on. He’s hard in all the right places. His raspy, sleepy voice wishing me good morning does things to my insides that make my thighs clench.
He makes me pancakes and rambles about his brothers. I can’t help but laugh at his stories this time. I find myself telling him all about my siblings, my parents, and some English paper that I have to write. We linger over breakfast, laughing.
It never occurred to me that I could fall for Liam. I force air into my lungs as I struggle to accept what is happening. Hiding from it won’t change things. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s scary. And exhilarating. Like my first roller coaster ride. I’m not sure if I want to scream in delight or throw up.
I can barely walk by the time I step up to the townhouse I once shared with Stephanie. Liam and I had sex twice more this morning, once as soon as we woke up and again in the shower after breakfast. Liam is insatiable, and I admit, I’m not much better. Last night wasn’t a one-off. If there was a Nobel Prize for the couple having the hottest sex, we would win hands down. It’s that amazing.
My cheeks heat as I think of it. One of the worst traits about being Irish isn’t how bad our tempers are. As far as I’m concerned, people can sit and rotate if they piss me off, so I don’t care if they know I’m irritated. Nope. It’s how easily fair skin turns red. Sunburns. Embarrassment. Exertion. Anticipation. I swear, since we first broke in our new bed, every time I lock eyes with my new husband, my face begins to burn. It causes a chain reaction. I blush. He smirks. I think about sex. I’m not going to lie. I don’t hate it.
Liam cages me against my old front door on Thursday morning, the day after our wedding, and once again, my face is flushed. He runs a thumb down my cheek. “I’m having a hard time walking away.” His voice is a rumble as he presses a soft kiss to my temple.
Shit. I don’t want him to leave either. This is bonkers. I would have preferred he move to outer space only a week ago. Now, I’m having a difficult time thinking about being separated from him for a few hours. Once we’re apart, our bubble bursts. The real world is back, and as I’ve learned, it’s not a kind place.
I press my lips to his, and as usual, I feel sparks on my tongue as the kiss intensifies.
“Mmmm.” I pull away. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
His smile is breathtaking. He’s still wearing the suit from our wedding. He never left to get more clothes, and I walked in on him using my toothbrush earlier. When I told him that gave me the ick, he threw his head back and laughed. Reminded me of all the places his mouth had just been.
“Yeah. Okay. Lunch sounds good. Don’t carry your stuff. Once you’re done packing whatever they forgot, I can grab it later.” His next kiss is sweet. Brief.
I say goodbye before closing myself inside and leaning against the door with a dreamy sigh. Damn it. I probably should have knocked instead of walking right in. Habit.
“Well…somebodyis adjusting to married life,” Stephanie chirps.
I’m not surprised to see her arched brow and lopsided grin. “Yeah. I guess.” But, I’m smiling ear to ear, so she laughs.
“Come in and tell me all about it. Every last detail. I’ll get us wine.”
“Steph. It’s nine in the morning.”
