His arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me in closer.
“You hurt me. Not once, but twice,” he says against my lips.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t disappear again, Alie. No matter what.”
“I won’t.” And I mean it.
No matter what happens between the two of us, I won’t because of Seraphina.
The next kiss is deeper. Hotter, messier. And neither of us stops it.
The distance to the bedroom disappears in a blur of hands and unfinished sentences, the tension between us finally snapping under the weight of everything we’ve been holding back.
When we get into the room, he turns me and presses the front of his body against my back, his hands at my waist. His grip is firm, and he tugs me back into him so I can feel his erection.
“I’m not fucking you tonight.”
I lean my head back against his shoulder, raising my arms and winding them around his neck.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Yeah, we probably shouldn’t.”
He brings his mouth to my neck, trailing kisses from my ear to my jaw. I turn my head, and he traces my lips with the tip of his tongue. I open with a moan, and our tongues tangle. His hands slide up my slides and he cups my breasts over my thin dress. Then he pinches my nipples, which makes me break the kiss with a gasp.
“I’m not fucking you, but I am going to make you come.” He rolls my nub between his fingers. “Happy birthday.”
“Liam … ” I moan when he pulls on my nipple and runs his tongue from my neck to my mouth.
His hands move from my chest to my stomach. “If you don’t want this, just say the word, and I’ll stop right now.”
I shake my head. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He kisses me again, deeper this time, and as he does, I glide my fingers up the back of his head, through his hair, holding him to me. His hands move to the bottom of my short dress, and his fingers skim along the inside of my thighs.
When he reaches my center, he moves the thin strap of my lacy thong to the side.
“Is this all for me?” He slides his middle finger up and down my center.
I haven’t been touched like this since our night together. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t find words, so I just nod.
“Fuck. You’re so wet.”
I should be embarrassed by the obvious sound of my arousal, but I’m not.
Instead, my body feels like it’s on fire. And I don’t want this feeling to end.
Liam’s hand falls. “Turn around.”
So, I do.
He takes hold of the hem of my dress and fists it in his hands. Almost like he’s going to rip it right off of me, but he doesn’t take it off.
My palms smooth over the muscles on his warm chest. Then I make my way to the edge of the waistband of his shorts, noticing he’s not wearing any boxers. Slowly, I reach inside and take hold of his erection.
All rational thought flees my mind as I stroke him.
He swallows and closes his eyes for a minute.
