I let an arm fall over my forehead, basking in the afterglow of coming. So freaking amazing. So much better than pleasuring myself. “I’m going to start doing this more often.”
“Spreading your legs for me?” He sank one knee on either side of my hips, cracking open a foil packet.
I didn’t even know where or when he’d gotten it. “I meant having one-night stands.”
His fingers froze.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He concentrated on the condom, unrolling it over his hard length.
“I’m not in heat. In case . . . you know . . . you wanted to do it skin-to-skin.”
“My ex wasn’t in heat either, and yet I managed to get her pregnant.”
Oh.
He grabbed my rib cage, hoisting me higher on the bed, and then he picked up one of my legs and slid my boot off.
When he seized my other foot, my heart pitched into my throat, and I tried to wriggle free. “Wait, Liam . . .” Too late. The moment the suede slipped off and revealed my scar, I winced.
The small groove between his eyebrows appeared.
“Please don’t look. It’s going to kill your erection.”
He studied the mangled flesh, then ran his thumb down the waxy span of scarred skin and lowered his mouth, kissing it from top to bottom. And although he was probably just showing my knee kindness to put me at ease, tears pooled behind my lids.
Gently, he set my leg down and dropped one palm on either side of my face. If he caught the shimmer of tears, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he brought his mouth down to mine, kissing me with the same gentleness he’d shown my scar, and aligned his tip with my wet heat.
You’re so fucking sexy.His compliment warmed my heart and limbs, made them soften once again.Everywhere.
He nosed the column of my neck, inhaled deeply, and sheathed himself into me, tearing the air from my lungs. I gasped for breath and then I gasped out his name. He covered my mouth and kissed me hard, almost as hard as he fucked.
I wasn’t sure if it was his way of showing me that he didn’t consider me fragile, or if it was just the way he made love, but I valued his brutal rhythm, because it made me feel normal. And desired.
Chapter 27
We lay in a heap of sweaty limbs and panting mouths as Liam softened inside of me.
I ran my hand down his carved chest, tracing the dips and swells of each defined ab, and then that dime-sized depression. “What happened here?”
“Silver bullet.”
I whipped my gaze up to his. “Can’t believe you survived a silver bullet.”
“Doc got it out of me fast.”
I returned my fingers to parts of his body not loaded with bad memories. “Thank you, by the way.”
He twitched between my legs. “For what?”
“For tonight.”
He rolled on top of me, freeing himself from me in the process, then rose to his knees to pull off the condom. “I still haven’t managed to make you come through sex.” After he tied a knot and tossed it on the floor, he lowered his body until his sticky lower half was flush against mine and his forearms framed my face. “Which really bothers me.”
I searched the brown depths of his eyes. “Was it still okay for you?”
He rubbed his stubbled jaw over my sweat-slickened cheek. “It was a lot more than okay. Your body was made for fucking.”
