His almost shy nervousness when he’s usually so confident and the concern in his green gaze only makes me want him more. The fact that he cares so much, not about what it means for him, but how it’ll be for me, only proves how much I don’t deserve him.
God…
He really is an incredible man.
Kind.
Beyond generous.
And all I want is to be with him.
Completely.
To give myself over to him for whatever time we have together like this.
Because it could end tomorrow.
This may be the only night we have together. Life beyond the mountain may come crashing down on me when I least expect it, and that would mean Liam McBride will disappear, along with anything else that has ever been good in my life.
But not tonight.
I refuse to let anything come between us here, in this beautiful place he built with his bare hands.
Hands that have already brought me so much pleasure and hope.
I reach between us and grasp his hard cock, and a strangled noise rumbles in his chest where it presses to mine, the reverberation traveling all the way through me. He kisses me deeply again, his mouth slanting as his hips roll against me, pinning my hand between us as I stroke him gently, gliding my thumb across the slick head.
And I realize I never answered him.
Not with words anyway.
When I manage to tear my mouth away, I’m breathless. “I want you, Liam.”
His eyes slowly drift open to meet mine, and the tiniest grin graces his lips as he dips his head and kisses me again. Harder this time. More demanding. Filled with beautiful promises I want to grab hold of and cling to as badly as I do him.
Liam draws his hips back, putting enough space between us that I can guide his cock to my slick core. He presses just the head in, a low hiss slipping from his lips, then slowly starts pushing inside me.
My pussy stretches to accommodate his size, burning in the best way at his thick length filling me. So cautiously. Every muscle in his body tense. Trembling against me. As if he’s trying to restrain some inherent animal instinct to fuck.
He freezes, his hips stilling and eyes opening again. “Is this all right? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
I lift my palm to cup his stubbled cheek as I wrap my legs around him and press at his lower back, urging him to drive in the rest of the way. “It’s fucking perfect.”
“Fuck…”
That single word comes out more like a growl than spoken, and he finally pushes into me completely. I tip my head back, my breath caught in my throat at the sensation of being filled by Liam McBride, and he drops his head, burying his face in my neck.
“God, you feel so fucking good, Bluebell.”
Bluebell…
Something about that name coming from his lips, the reverence with which he says it, almost like a prayer being whispered in a confessional, is enough to make me squeeze around his length, clamping down on him.
Another strangled noise vibrates against my neck. He kisses his way across my cheek as he draws his hips back and slowly plunges into me again, drawing a little mewl from me as he bottoms out again. “If you keep doing that, I know I’m not going to last long enough to make this good for you, Lucky.”
For me.
That’s all he cares about.
