“You’re the only man who’s ever done this to me.”
“The only man who ever will,” he sounds back, sucking harder.
My hips want to lift, but his grip on my thighs keeps me pinned. The longer he draws it out, the more my words shrink, until there’s only one.
Please.
The third time he hears it, he pulls off, kisses down my thigh.
“Liam,” I pant.
But he only sits up and flicks his dark eyes to me. His chest is heaving. We watch each other, at a standoff, each of us holding a piece of the other’s want.
His hands move up me, lifting my skin with goose bumps that flare out like rippling waves. Over my chest. Down my arms.He leans in, arches over me, hair in his face, his cheeks pink with bloodlust.
“Kiss you?” he asks.
I palm the back of his neck and pull him down to me.
His big frame resettles, positioned where we both know it needs to be. Liam kisses me, and my reaction is to reach beneath his waistline and feel for him, which makes him groan, and me sigh, and both of us jerk forward microscopically.
Against my lips, in a voice lower than I’ve maybe ever heard, he whispers, “Let me home.”
We’re quiet after that, speaking with our bodies. His quick discard of his boxers, my thighs up, pinning his hips between me. I rub at the sides of his face as he kisses me so tenderly, lining up our bodies for the rest of it.
“I love you,” I murmur.
“Promise me, Paige. Promise me this is the start of forever.”
“I promise.”
“Only me,” he whispers. “Always me.”
“You, Liam. For me, from the very first day. It was you.”
He sinks into me, and my body splinters, fracturing into thousands before I come back to myself newly made. Liam’s forehead goes to my shoulder. A noise of pain, or maybe ecstasy, is lost against my skin.
We get our bearings for a few seconds, our labored, low breaths the only telltale sign of what we’ve done.
Where we’ve gone.
“I never thought I’d feel you like this again,” he moans miserably. A slow, upward roll of his hips has my spine curving. “I never thought it could be this good ever again.”
“Iknewit wouldn’t be, if it wasn’t you,” I reply.
Liam starts to move, rolling his body over mine in a sensual, tense rhythm. “I hated denying you, Paige. I want to give you everything.”
“You have. You will.”
“Yeah, I will.”
My hands coast over his back, moving with him as he closes in, retreats. Sweat is dampening his skin, making him gleam like a Greek god.
He turns up his force in half ticks, building the pace he wants as slow as he can without ever letting up. Liam moves in a manner that focuses on me, rubbing me on every pass just the way I need.
“You’re the love of my life,” he bites out, hips starting to snap. “You’re perfect, Paige. My perfect little soulmate.”
The bud of all my nerves is at its peak, ready to flood me again. He sweeps a hand into my hair, and lowers toward me, still moving.
