“Every time,” I sigh out.
“Then turn over, Paige.”
I do as he says, my body feeling like softened butter as I roll onto my back, then up against his chest. Liam’s swollen lips find mine, and he kisses me hungrily, his hand palming my hip.
Tongue, teeth, sound, feel. A push-pull with better symmetry than a perfect circle. His mouth saysI remember, and mine finishes the thought witheverything, I remember every vast little thing.
“How was your day yesterday?” he asks casually, before moving his mouth to the hollow of my throat.
“Not enough of you in it.”
“Sorry about that.”
“S’okay.”
His teeth are on my ear when he hikes his leg up over my waist, locking me halfway beneath him, curling over my body like a bomb shield. “Fuck, I missed you.”
I nod in agreement, the bobbing of my head rubbing his damp lips across my ear, and I know he doesn’t meanI missed you yesterday.
He meansI missed your body underneath mine.
And already, after only this much, I understand why Liam had to abstain from it until now. When he touches me, everything about myself becomes blurrier, formable to his whim. I’ve never felt so willingly lost to my senses—to mypersonhood—as I do when he’s on me this way.
Liam pushes on my shoulder, and I go flat on my back, my hips arching skyward as he forces them back down with his own, settling over me. I feel him between my legs and want to cry, to jerk upward, but he’s heavy and focused elsewhere.
“You know I love you so much, right, Paige?” His hand fists into my hair, mouth open and panting against my lips.
I whimper at that because it’snew. Not a part of the sex weused to have. We said pretty much everything else to each other, but never that.
Liam is propped on an elbow and looking into my eyes now, taming his hunger to show me his sincerity.
“You love me,” I repeat.
“I do.”
“You want second base,” I say, lips curving.
His eyes drop to my breasts, which are heaving in sync with my heartbeat. “I—Yeah.” It comes out a growl.
My head does the tiniest dip, and Liam’s eyes hold mine, his expression scorching, as his hand moves up my rib cage. His eyes drop, but I keep watching him. As he covers my breasts. As his lips press against each other. He thumbs me, eyes dilating, and my spine arches even more. There’s a main line from his pinching fingers to my center, and my eyes drop closed at the pressure of it.
“I’m so ready, Paige. Are you wet?”
The talking. He’s the only one I’ve ever been with who’s like this.
“You don’t get to know yet.”
With a flash of warning in his eyes, he pulls down the fabric and sucks on my nipple, and I make a noise of rapture, hands skimming into his soft hair. He goes back and forth, rubbing and licking and playing with me.
My breasts are highly sensitive. Liam knows this. He’ll stop if he wants me to hold it at bay.
He’ll keep going if he doesn’t.
“You deserve it,” he rumbles, reading my mind. “You’ve been so good, so patient, so understanding. You get this. Today is yours.”
He goes back to torturing me, and I come undone moments later, pulling his head back up to my mouth for a bruising, thankful kiss.
We linger like that for a while, but then his hand claws softly down my stomach, and this time, he doesn’t phrase it as a question. “Third.”
