What you could be
Oh, tell me
Who are you living for?
How could you not want something more?
If only you could see what I see
See what you really could be
Oh, oh, what you could be
Liam grinned as his adoring eyes took in the tears rolling down my face. He hadn’t written this song to tell me he loved me. He wrote itbecausehe loved me.
27
Avery
After the third attempt, I managed to unlock the front door with Liam’s mouth covering mine. We fumbled inside, giggling into each other’s mouths and racing to get our clothes off. The after-party was at Nikko’s place tonight, and we’d opted not to go—for obvious reasons.
Without breaking contact, Liam skillfully kicked off his boots and helped me out of my jean jacket with ease. I wasted no time. Releasing my black rose Liam had given me from the show onto the ground, I unbuttoned his jeans first while his black T-shirt still remained in place.
“Avery.” He laughed at my eagerness and smiled against my lips. “I need to start writing more songs for you if this is your reaction.”
My hand slipped down beneath his boxers and took hold of him. His lips parted as he shuddered against my touch, and then he blindly led me to my bedroom.
He shoved a few boxes aside, so I wouldn’t trip, but his eyes lingered on the books and folded clothes stacked inside them, reminding him of what they meant.
I slowly pulled my dress up and over my head, distracting him from his thoughts. We had tonight all to ourselves, and I didn’t want to waste a second of it, being sad that I was leaving in the morning.
His heavy eyes ran down the length of my body, taking in every dip and curve. The heat left behind by his gaze was glorious.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His mouth came back to mine, and I moaned with delight. I parted my lips to let him inside as I pulled on the hem of his shirt. His tongue did things that I remembered him doing to other parts of me, and my whole body began to tremble and ache.
As I struggled to get his shirt off of him in a smooth manner, Liam broke away long enough to remove it and the rest of his clothes.
Then, it was my turn to take in the full sight of him. I followed the tattooed artwork draped over every muscle and every inch of his hard chest, down to the delicious indentations of his hips. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I trailed kisses along the crows etched into his soft skin just below his waistline and slid my tongue the rest of the way until I was covering him completely.
He growled and fisted my hair.
I peered up at him as he threw his head back, and—oh my God—was it a glorious view to feast my eyes upon. My name dripped from his mouth like a song, and I took him faster, wanting so badly for him to sing it again.
Without warning, he stilled my movements and pulled away. Curling a finger under my chin, he guided me onto my feet and then backed himself up until his legs hit the bed.
I followed his lead, settling one knee beside him and then the other until the tip of him met my center. And then I lowered slowly. One of his hands slid up my body and cradled the side of my head while the other palmed my breast. I pinched my eyes shut as the pleasure of him consumed me.
“This is all you, Avery. You’re in control,” he whispered, pulling me in for a kiss.
My moans were trapped in his mouth as I rose and fell onto him again.
Liam nibbled at the soft spot of my neck, sending shivers across my fiery skin. I rocked my hips into him again and again, finding the perfect rhythm in his arms as they constricted around me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. We were so close together that the only movements I could make were small ones, but I didn’t care. Liam was around me, filling me with every thick inch of himself. I couldn’t think of a better place in the world to be than where I was and who I was with.
“Avery,” he moaned, his hot breath hitting my neck as he panted. “Come with me.”
