“Liam—”
Too much. Not enough.
Please.
He slowly withdrew until it was almost unbearable, then sank into me again, moaning deep and soft against my ear.
A tipping feeling.
My hips lifted and tensed. Everything tensed—taut, poised. Waiting.
My back arched. I couldn’t—
“Don’t—oh, don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
Then I was shuddering, shaking, everything tightening and releasing at the same time, like it was out of my control.
I pulled him down onto me, my hands clawing at his back, his hips. He moved more slowly now as I shook under him, jagged breaths against his neck.
And then I couldn’t move anymore. He stayed on top of me, as if he knew I needed the weight. The world slowly found its way back in, the sound of his breathing against my neck, his warm body heavy against me, anchoring me back into reality.
For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the faint light leaking through the curtains, my heart still racing like I’d run up too many stairs. Something inside me felt different. Not just the loose, humming warmth in my limbs or the steady weight of Liam over me, but the strange, quiet aftershock still rippling through my body.
I’d had sex before. Plenty of times, technically. But that—what had just happened—had never happened. Not like that. Not the sudden, uncontrollable rush that had taken over my whole body and left me clutching him like the bed might tip sideways without him there. A small, almost disbelieving laugh bubbled up in my chest. Twenty-six years old, and apparently,I’d been doing it wrong the entire time. And of course the first man who’d ever managed it was the one I’d met five hours ago in a broken lift.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Chapter 6
Liam
Andrea slept curledinto my chest, one leg slung over mine. Her hair smelled faintly of apples.Sweet.Just like her.
How long had we been here like this? An hour? Longer? I had no idea what time it was.
I dropped my hand onto her waist and let it glide over the swell of her hips.
Christ. Her body was just… sensational. All curves and soft skin. No wonder I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
She was breathing softly. Every so often, she inhaled a bit more deeply, like she might be about to snore.
My phone, on the floor, had been buzzing quietly off and on for the past forty-five minutes. I should probably try to extract an arm to check it, but I couldn’t bring myself to break the contact.
Bonnie would be melting down by now. Had she heard about the lift? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ignored her for this long.
Oh well. She’d have to handle it.
A screeching sounded, harsh and unpleasant, like it was coming through the floorboards.
Andrea snorted.
“Oh no, it’s the thing.” Her words came out in a mumble.
The screeching organized itself into a tune I recognized—“Greensleeves.”
“Sorry,” she said, her words sleepy. “My neighbor.”
