We both released our tight holds, so I could move freely. I leaned back, so my palms rested on his thighs, and I bucked my hips forward, coming alive from the inside.
Liam thrust and met my hips as he lowered a hand between my legs, working my most sensitive spot in sweet, quick circles.
“Your calluses might be my favorite thing about you.” I gasped.
His eyes pooled with heat and desire. “Oh yeah? I think you might like my mouth more.”
He dipped his head and took my peak in his mouth. When his teeth grazed my nipple, I cried out with my release. Liam stilled inside me as his own rippled through him, and then without pulling out, he flipped me over and started taking me again.
I loved how desperate we were for each other, clinging to every inch of flesh we could get our hands on. With the house being empty, we didn’t hold back, and because of that, I saw a whole new side to Liam I’d never seen before. He lured every last moan and scream out of me until my voice was hoarse and my breaths were shallow. There wasn’t a single part of my body he didn’t touch, kiss, or worship.
We lay under the covers, exhausted and in bliss. After a few minutes, as the sun crept through the blinds, his breathing evened out, and his body relaxed into the mattress.
I shut my eyes, trying to capture how perfectly happy I was at that moment so I would never forget it.
“I think I love you,” I whispered. Part of me hoped he was asleep while the other part was slightly disappointed that if he was, he hadn’t heard me.
A moment passed before I let out the breath I hadn’t known I had been holding, and I let my eyes close.
“I think I love you too.”
My eyes shot back open as I turned to look at him. His eyes were still shut, but he was smiling.
“Really?”
“I’ve never wanted to be someone’s someone more than I do yours.” A pair of the most gorgeous chocolate-brown eyes set on me. “Now, get some sleep. It’s already morning.”
Liam was awake before me. I wasn’t sure if it had been four minutes or four hours since I had fallen asleep, but every muscle in my body ached from the delicious workout Liam had given me into the early morning hours of today. He stroked my arm with gentle fingers, and I nestled into the crook of his neck, letting him know I was awake now too.
“Morning,” he rasped, kissing my forehead.
I hummed in response.
The band must’ve crashed at Nikko’s house because we never heard them come home. They could’ve snuck in while we were asleep, but the odds of them being quiet and courteous were very slim. In the last few months, I’d heard them too many times, trampling through the house like wild elephants after a late show or a night out drinking.
I traced the tattooed letters on his fingers in my grasp. “I have a question.”
He looked down at me and raised a brow.
“What would you be if you weren’t a musician?”
He chuckled, taken off guard by my sudden curiosity. “Hmm. Probably a virgin.”
My mouth dropped open into a giant grin as I laughed. “You and I both know that’s not true. Look at you.”
He jabbed his fingers into my ribs and tickled me.
“C’mon. I’m serious,” I said.
He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I’ve never wanted to be anything else.”
I chewed on that for a moment. “What’s that like?”
“What do you mean?”
“To know what you want out of life and take it? No one to tell you no.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I didn’t have my fair share of people telling me I wasn’t good enough. But I kept fighting for it because I couldn’t imagine anything else making me happy.”
