“I talk to my dead brother.” I don’t know why I tell him that.
Liam mirrors me, our heads inches apart and our eyes aligned. With a glide of his fingertips, he roughs them down the side of my face, then tucks a strand of my loose hair behind my right ear.
“And what does he say?”
When Liam’s thumb trails down the curve of my neck, I breathe in deeply at the tingles it elicits.
“Not too much. Mostly that he’s sorry. He was there with me the night your men blew up the cabin. Told me to get my ass up and fight. Saying it out loud sounds crazy.”
Liam smooths a hand down my arm from shoulder to wrist. “No, it doesn’t. This past year, you talked to me all the time.”
Eyes wide, I gape at him. “Nowthatsounds crazy as hell.” I grin and he returns it, those sexy twin dimples making an appearance, turning his face from handsome to devastating.
I don’t know what it is between us, but I feel it. Just like I feel the pull between me and Keane, and Jax, and Rafe. Four dangerous men. Men who make me feel alive for the first time in my life. Seen. Desired. It’s a very heady knowledge to possess.
When Liam’s hand brushes across my palm, I open for him and weave our fingers together, needing that connection with him. Liam may think he’s not a good man. Perhaps he isn’t. He’s probably got as much blood on his hands as Jax’s knife, which is currently sitting on the dresser in my room. But I’ve witnessed that piece of angel inside of him. I saw it the first night we met. My angel-turned-devil. I can still feel his fingers threading through my hair as he washed it in the shower at Declan’s cottage. How he held me and took care of me, kneeled at my footboard as I struggled to come to grips with murdering the man who I once thought was my father.
I may not know every intimate detail about Liam, but Iknowwho he is when he’s with me. We all wear masks to hide ourselves from the world. We all have done horrible things we regret in order to survive. For me to fault any of the guys for those things would make me the biggest hypocrite of all.
Scooting closer, I drape my legs over his outstretched thighs. “Liam, if I asked you to do something for me, would you?”
I watch as his pupils contract and the muscles of his arms tighten. “I’d destroy the world for you, Andie.”
Only someone completely messed up like me would find that romantic. I’ve had a year where Liam has haunted my dreams as I relived every second of our night together. And right this second, I want desperately to have his lips on mine again.
“Would you kiss me?” I whisper.
I know I’m in trouble when I see his mouth spread wide with a devilish smile. His large hand gently gropes up my chest, and I’m playfully shoved onto my back. Liam’s hands quickly shed my sleep shorts, and my lungs seize in suspense when he kisses up my right leg from ankle to thigh. He positions his smiling face right over my pussy, blowing a hot breath over it that makes my clit tingle.
“On my lips!” I giggle with alacrity.
“You never said which lips,” he murmurs against the quivering flesh of my stomach as he tosses my shorts aside and lifts my legs over his shoulders.
My body arches off the cushions when his entire mouth covers my pussy and he French kisses me deep inside.
“Oh,fuck!” I moan, gripping his hair and holding on when he inserts two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly.
I’m still sensitive from Jax and Rafe, the sting of pain melding with the pleasure Liam’s giving me. It’s a cocktail I’m not able to resist. The way the guys can make me come so quickly is embarrassing. Shouldn’t they have to work for it or something?
He gives my clit one long lick before crawling up my body and kissing me properly on the mouth. I suck in his tongue eagerly, the taste of us together more intoxicating than the beer I just drank.
“Have you ever been edged?”
I’m too busy wrapping myself around him, my arms and legs clutching his hips and back like vices, my lips frenetic as I try to taste every part of him I can reach.
“I don’t even know what that means.”
The deep rumble in his throat tells me that he likes my reply. Lifting me up, he switches our positions so I’m now on top.
“Sit on my face.”
Arousal coats my inner thighs and drips down my legs at his command.
“Pardon?” Okay, that was a stupid question to ask.
Liam’s biceps bulge and strain as he hefts me up and lowers me down onto his face, and all coherent thought flies out of my head as soon as his lips suck my tight little nub into his mouth. He works me over, again and again, bringing me so close to release, but then backing off right before I explode. It’s torture of the best kind. My legs and arms turn into a trembling mass of useless body parts, and I’m probably going to wake up Tessa with the loud moans and the even louder curse words I can’t seem to stop.
Coming so close to orgasm, only to be denied, and then Liam doing it all over again at least a dozen times, has my head spinning in a heightened dreamlike state and my entire lower half pulsing wildly, like a short-circuit of nerve impulses. Right when I’m about to beg for my life because the need to come is overpowering, he grips my ass and pistons me over him, fucking me with his tongue. The pressure inside of me expands and every muscle locks up and seizes. And then I feel his thumb breach the tight, puckered hole in back, and I detonate like a nuclear bomb.
