After fighting and bearing the pressure, I relax. In fact, I more than relax, I’m thrusting against the water, feeling nothing but pulsating joy. “That’s what you get for screwing with me,”hesays.
I don’t have it in me to reply because I’m bent forward with the palms of my hands holding me up on the tiled bench as he continues spraying powered waterintome.
I feel like I’m coming close and I’m embarrassed to admit it, but the words come on their own accord, “I’m so close,” Icryout.
As if I should have known that would have been his cue to stop, giving me the female version of blue balls, whatever the hell that may be called, he slides his soapy hands down the front of my body, dipping two fingers into me while kissing my shoulder. “Was payback a bitch?” hemutters.
“No,” I reply, feeling as though I still kind of won alittle.
Liam turns me around and lifts me up, sliding me onto him. We’re nose to nose, looking directly into each other's eyes, but I can see the corner of his lips perk into an adorable smirk before he kisses me. His arms buckle around my back, still holding me in place as he pumps in and out. For the first time in possibly forever, I feel a bliss between my legs and in my chest at the same time. God, I think I’ve fallen for this guy I’ve been diligently tryingtohate.
Our lips part and he sweeps his mouth up toward my ear. “You’re beautiful as hell, and there isn’t a word hotter than hot to describe what just happened.” He’s still thrusting into me as he’s speaking so movingly, and it’s such aturnon.
“You’re hot too,” I manage to reply with. Sooo tactful. I’m just ... I’m amazing. All day, every day. No one can beat mywit.Ugh.
He lowers his arms and pulls in toward my lower back, giving him access to my breasts that he familiarizes himself with, tenderly licking each nipple as if they were tiny lollipops he was desperately trying to get to the center of. The sensation of his girth and flicking tongue brings me to the brink of sobbing out his name and begging him never to stop, but with the on-again, off-again orgasm, my body is confused and convulsing continuously, just begging him to keep doing what he’sdoing.
“Holy fuck,” he says, releasing into me. “Shit, youare—wow.”
Feeling like I could still run another mile in this marathon, my muscles are aching, and his arms are beginning to give out. I reach outside of the shower and grab two towels from the rack as he cranks thewateroff.
“So now that we got the answer to the question of whether we’re capable of good sex together or not, we should probably talk or something,” he says, stepping out of the showerbehindme.
“Talk?” Iquestion.
“Okay, never mind, we’ll just cuddle. Chicks like that shit anyway,right?”
“Cuddle?” I laugh. No one has ever wanted to cuddle with me because I pick the good-looking guys who want to sneak out of my room at three in themorning.
“Yeah, I want to fucking cuddle. You have a problem with that?” hegrowls.
Zero problems with cuddling Liam, despite breaking myonerule.
I dry off before pulling my comforter down and climb into my bed, immediately feeling the exhaustion from the day set in. Liam slides in behind me, pulling the covers up to his neck and wraps his arm around my waist. “You smell like flowers,” hetellsme.
“You smell like my shampoo,” Ireply.
“Good. I like it.” He kisses the back of my neck softly and tugs me to roll onto my back, mounting me again. “Don’t get too excited,”hesays.
I don’t say a word, waiting to see what he means by that, but I’m quick to find out as he lowers his face and presses his lips against mine. His body heavily falls to my side as his fingers sweep over my cheeks and wrap around the backs of my ears. Thinking this kiss couldn’t possibly get any better, his tongue slips into my mouth, accompanying a soft moan from the back of his throat. I loop my arms around his smooth, rigid back and melt into the bed, feeling an abundance of emotions and feelings I didn’t intend to feel this summer—especiallywithLiam.
When our breaths fall weak, he replaces his arm around my waist and nestles into the pillow. “Mind if I sleep over?” he whispers intomyear.
“I can’t think of a better way tosleep.”
“Good morning, sunshine,”Liam whispers into my ear, waking up the most sensitive of my senses before the sunlight violates my eyelids. “We have to get up for our swimlesson.”
“You mean your next chance to cop a feel?” Igroan.
“Exactly,” he says while brushing a strand of hair offmyface.
I won’t complain about waking up like this because I can think of far worse ways to be woken up, but the thought of going swimming right now is not appealing. Regardless, I do need to learn how to swim, so I have to suck it up. Peeling my eyes open, I twist my head to the side, seeing Liam’s morning glow smiling at me. His hair is all over the place and looks sexy as hell. Ironically, I know what I look like if I don’t brush my hair and dry it after a shower, so he’s in for a rude awakening when I sit up. Not to mention, I most likely have smudges of black makeup encircling my eyes and a lipstick ring around my mouth. I must look like a freaking raccoon clown. Is that a thing? Is that why he’s smiling at me? Trying to hold in hislaughter.
“How did you sleep?” I ask, rubbing at my face to erase whatever is making me look worse than I would withoutmakeup.
He sits up a little straighter and bunches the blankets over his lap. “Actually, I was sleeping really well until the bed startedvibrating.”
I close my eyes, trying to piece my thoughts together. I have no clue what he’s talking about. “Huh?Vibrating.”
