He joins me on the mattress, and we make out for a long time.
I swear, I could kiss Liam forever and never get bored. His lips are the perfect combination of soft and firm, and he knows what he’s doing with his tongue.
That tongue alternates between tangling with mine and exploring my mouth. When he leaves my mouth and heads south, I’m practically hyperventilating in anticipation.
“Relax,” he says into my soft skin as he makes his way from my neck to my nipples to my navel. “Breathe. You’ll come harder that way.”
His mouth lands between my legs, and he lifts me under the knees and puts my legs over his shoulders for better access. He doesn’t use his fingers once. He doesn’t need to. Not just because of my preference but also because his tongue is clearly blessed by God himself.
I hang onto the hair on his head for dear life. I thrash my head from side to side and call out his name like a prayer while he pleasures me.
When I go over the edge, I don’t think I’ll ever feel that good again.
‘It’s not possible,” I say to Liam as rolls on a condom.
He flips me onto my side, lies next to me, and slides into me from behind.
“That had to be the best orgasm I’ll ever have, because…holy God, Liam. What are you doing?”
He’s driving in and out of me at an angle I’ve never tried with anyone before. It feels crazy good. Just crazy good.
I grab at the mattress to no avail.
“Don’t hold on this time,” he says in my ear. “Just be completely vulnerable. Okay?”
I don’t know if I can do that.
“You mean, just let go?” I pant. “I don’t know how.”
“Sure you do. You’re doing it right now.” And with that, he reaches around and strokes me.
I think I go into a temporary trance of full-on pleasure mode. All I feel is Liam between my legs. From his hand to his rock-hard length moving inside me, I am completely lost in his orbit.
“Oh shit, I’m coming…Liam…”
I come so ridiculously hard and fast that I’m shocked when I feel him follow me instantly.
He doesn’t pull out of me right away like he usually does. Instead, he kisses my bare shoulder. I can feel him breathing heavily at my back.
“You’ve officially destroyed me for anyone else,” he says so quietly I have to strain to make sure I heard him right.
For me, too. God, I’m so screwed.
CHAPTERTWENTY
Liam
Haley’s breathing evens out, and I know she’s asleep. It’s the middle of the night, and after two rounds of sex, I’m happy she’s getting some rest.
I’m wired, though, and the sounds of nature and wild animals don’t soothe me like they do her. I lie awake next to her with my hand on her bare hip.
She blew my mind tonight. The way she gives herself over to the moment overwhelms me. In the bedroom, at her job, during a casual conversation in the truck, Haley lets herself be free.
For someone who feels trapped a lot of the time by the demons of my past, her openness is intoxicating.
My hand stays loose on her hip, but I feel like tightening my hold. I feel like asking her to be mine.
That’s something I never fucking thought I’d feel again. After my marriage ended in shambles, all I wanted was to maintain a close bond with my daughter.
