His sole focus.
But this needs to be incredible for him, too.
It should be something he remembers, that he can never forget. Because I already know I could never forget Liam or what he’s already done for me.
I push on his shoulders, urging him away slightly. “Roll onto your back.”
His eyes flare in surprise, but he does as I request, wrapping his arm around me to take me with him. I push up, pressing my hand across the massive, colorful tattoo of a tiger across his chest. Trailing my fingers over the bright colors, I roll my hips, grinding down.
“Fuck…” He hisses the single word as his hands tighten on my flesh, pinning me in place while every muscle in his neck strains. “Good God.”
Good God is right…
In this position, he’s even bigger, my body stretched and filled so completely that I want to just luxuriate in the feeling of being consumed by Liam.
I lean down and kiss my way up those tight corded muscles of his neck to his ear. “Was it worth the wait?”
“Fucking hell, Lucky.” His hands flex at my waist possessively. “I wouldn’t want this with anyone but you.”
The sentiment makes my eyes burn, and I squeeze them closed so he won’t see the tears about to form as I pull my head back and set to work, slowly pushing myself up and sinking down on his thick cock.
One of his hands squeezes my hip as he reaches up with the other to cup my breast. He drags his calloused thumb over the taut nipple, and a flash of pleasure shoots straight to my clit, making me twitch and clamp down on him.
He grins and does it again, then switches to the other side and gives it the same attention.
Each brush of his thumb might as well be directly at the apex of my thighs, my body so primed and sensitive that the nerve endings flare with each pass of that rough skin along mine.
If he keeps playing with my breasts like this, I’m going to come fast.
I lean forward slightly, finding the perfect angle to grind my clit against his pelvis as I work his shaft, gliding up and down, bracing myself on his rock-hard chest as I set a rhythm that makes his entire body tense.
The head of his cock catches inside me, and his eyes roll back. “God.” I rock my hips and clench. “Fuck. Do that again.”
Fuck, yes.
Seeing him like this—completely given over to reckless abandon and pleasure was my goal. To give him even the slightest bit of what he’s given me.
I repeat the motion, rolling my hips up at the final second, and his bow off the bed, plunging him even deeper inside me. Then he surges up, bracing himself on one hand and tunneling his fingers into my hair with the other, angling my face so he can devour my mouth while I take him.
That slight change in angle is all I need for my movements to become more frantic, more desperate. My labored breaths mingle with his as he continues to kiss me like he’s seeking something more. Like he’s trying to get to the truth that I’ve been holding back.
And I want to give it to him.
I want to give him everything.
But I can’t.
Not right now.
All I can give him is this.
Heat spreads out from where our bodies connect, sizzling across my skin, searing away the reality beyond this cabin. That’s where I want to leave it, to pretend it doesn’t exist. For now, I will.
I give myself completely to Liam.
To his lips moving over mine.
To the sweep of his greedy tongue.
