I thrust faster, cutting her words short. Her hot breath on my neck encouraged me, and my eyes pinched shut as my own release built.
To hell with slow.
I tore the shirt over the rest of her face, so I could look into her hazy, beautiful eyes and then grabbed hold of her shoulders to help close the distance between us faster. I pumped once. Twice. On the third, my climax rocked through my body like an earthquake the same time Avery’s nails tore down my shoulders with her second orgasm. I gently pulled out of her, holding her firmly against me as I waited for my body to recover from the tremors.
After a minute, I collapsed beside her and wrapped her into my chest, craving a different kind of touch from her. This was new to me. Typically, after sex, I had somewhere to be, or I’d ask the girl to leave, so I could go to sleep. They never stayed the night. They were never even in my bed.
But tonight, I didn’t have anywhere to be, and I couldn’t tell Avery to leave her own bed. I didn’t want her to leave anyway. There was nothing I wanted more than to hold her in my arms. I was sick of trying to rationalize it. Avery was quickly becoming my drug of choice, my weakness, and I didn’t care how selfish that made me.
If I went to hell for this, so be it. At least I could say I’d been to heaven after lying with her.
24
Avery
Iwoke up, tangled in between the limbs of a very warm and very naked Liam Lockwood. After a couple weeks of him sneaking into my room late at night, I’d finally snuck into his. He had the bigger bed anyway, and as much as I liked being cradled in a cocoon of tattooed muscles, I needed some space to stretch out. Especially after some of the positions he put me in before we exhausted ourselves enough to sleep.
I sat up in bed and switched off the alarm vibrating my phone on the nightstand. My fingers raked through my hair, trying to smooth out the knots Liam had put there, when two strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back under the covers.
“Liam.” I giggled in protest. “I have to get ready for school. I’m going to the hospital today to watch a surgery, and I don’t think they’re going to wait on me to start slicing someone open.”
Liam hummed and squeezed me tighter. His hard chest was comforting, and I fit perfectly in his hold. “But I liked what happened last time you were late to class.”
I could feel him smile against the side of my face, and my cheeks warmed as I thought of how aggressive we had been the first time we had sex.
It’d been three weeks since the rainstorm, but it felt like we’d been going at it for three months. Liam had me doing things I’d never dreamed of doing, and I found myself growing more confident in everything I did, in and out of our beds. The other night, he had taken me from behind against the kitchen counter while the band was in the basement, warming up. The idea of one of them walking in on us was terrifying and completely unlike me, but it was equally as hot and exciting. He’d had to stuff a towel in my mouth to make sure no one heard us.
We were hungry for each other every moment of the day, like newlyweds. He respected my studying time, but I couldn’t focus for more than thirty minutes at a time when I knew he was in his room above me, waiting to give me a nightcap. I anticipated it and looked forward to seeing him all day.
We never officially talked about what we were doing or what it meant, but we both knew it needed to be kept between the two of us.
It was sex. That was it. No one needed to know about something that didn’t have a label or attachments with it.
Well, no one, except for Nina.
I’d already waited long enough to tell her, and today was her birthday, so I figured letting her know I was getting laid would be the perfect gift for the girl who had everything. Nina was supportive and wanted me to get over Zayn in my own time, but I knew she was itching to try and set me up with someone new.
Guilt still lingered heavily in my chest for hurting Zayn the way I had. I’d never meant to lead him on, but I hadn’t known I felt the way I did until he got down on one knee. Marrying him would be any girl’s dream; it just wasn’t mine. What I wanted was still a mystery to me. Luckily, I had plenty of time to figure it out. In the meantime, Liam kept me busy and…satisfied. Oh-so satisfied. Thinking about all the ways he could satisfy me made that need tighten between my legs.
“Liam, I have to go before everyone else wakes up.”
He teethed my earlobe. “You say you need to leave, but your body is telling me you want something else.” His hand slid down my side to my hip. “See? You’re grinding that beautiful ass into me.”
I hadn’t even realized I had been moving, but, God, I couldn’t stop.
Next, his lips gave my neck a gentle kiss. “And I can feel your pulse rising, right here.”
I bit my lip, trying to remember what it was I had to get out of bed for. “I really should—”
His erection slid between my cheeks, finding my slick entrance, and I shut up.
“You’re so ready for me, Avery.” His words dripped into my ear like honey. “I’ll stop if you still want to go, but if you stay—”
I knew what would happen if I stayed, but I wanted him to tell me anyway.
“I’ll make you come three times before breakfast.”
I turned my head to meet his deep brown eyes. “Breakfast?”
