Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Jenna
Why was it taking him so long to let Thor out? I’d already refilled Thor’s water, brushed my teeth, freshened up, straightened up, and now I was just pacing, watching the door, waiting for it to open. Was he having doubts? Did he think this was still about Brian? It wasn’t.
Fooling around on the Ferris wheel may have started as something impulsive, stupid even, because of Brian, but when Liam touched me.
..it felt so good. Within seconds, I was only thinking about him and how he made me feel.
If there was another thought about Brian, it was only happiness that I wasn’t thinking about him.
The way Liam had been so gentle, so controlled, the muscles and veins in his forearm dancing under his skin…he’d made me feel things I never felt before.
I didn’t feel trapped in his arms. I felt protected. Even with the bulge in his pants pressed right up against me, I never had a moment of apprehension. Well, maybe in the very beginning, in anticipation of feeling afraid, but then when I felt it, felt Liam, it only made me want more.
After the Ferris wheel, we had fun with our friends, went on more rides, played more games, and he even won me a prize like I’d asked—a giant stuffed ring-tailed lemur—but all that paled in comparison to the electricity sizzling between us.
It was still buzzing inside me. I’d never wanted like this before.
I knew he wanted me too. I saw it in his eyes, felt it in his touch.
So why wasn’t he back yet? Why wasn’t he insane with need and urgency like I was? Why was he allowing time for my nerves to creep back in?
Finally, the door opened, and Thor ran in followed by Liam, so big and handsome haloed by the hallway light. His eyes darkened, intense and needy as they fixed on me. This was a man on a mission, not a single sign of doubt in him. Thank God.
“Sorry I took so long. We went for a jog. I wanted him go to the bathroom and get all his energy out so he won’t have to go out again tonight.”
Of course, he’d been doing the most thoughtful thing ever. How could I have doubted him? “Good idea. Thank you for taking care of him.”
He shut the door and stalked to me, his eyes heavy on mine. “That’s for if I stay or if I go, so you don’t need to take him out.”
“I want you to stay,” I said firmly.
He took my hand, his thumb teasing a circle on my palm, his voice gentle. “I know, but I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’m happy to be here, but that doesn’t mean anything has to happen, and you can change your mind at any time.”
I stepped into his space, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I tugged his head down and rose onto my toes, getting as close to eye level as I could with this stubborn, too-caring-for-his-own-good, giant.
“I want to have sex with you, Liam, and I won’t change my mind. I don’t want to be afraid anymore.”
His eyes flared, then softened. “That’s not how fear works, Firefly.”
I grabbed his hair and held tight, my gaze locked on his, desperate for him to see the truth in my words.
“I’m not afraid of being with you. I know it’ll be amazing.
I’ve been afraid of how I’ll react. Me, not you.
But I know that even if I have a bad moment, it will still be okay.
We’ll deal with it together, and together, I can handle whatever thoughts or flashbacks or feelings I have, so there’s no reason to be afraid of them. ”
A smile spread across his face, so pure and happy and beautiful and so freakin’ sexy.
“Damn right we’ll handle it together.” He grabbed my shoulders, and my heart raced at the urgency in his grip.
Finally, he was losing some of that iron control.
“Just don’t hide it from me. If something feels bad, you need to let me know. ”
“I will. Let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and tried to pull him to my bedroom, but he didn’t budge.
“Want to watch TV and relax a bit first?”
Jeez! “No! I’m ready, Liam. I want to make love to you right now.”
His chest rose with a quick gasp before he froze, the darkening of his eyes and flare of his nostrils the only signs he heard me. “Bed or couch?”
Thank God. “Bed.”
“What do you need to do to lock up for the night?”
Damn practical fool.
“Because,” he added with a smirk, “You’re going to be far too blissed out and replete to even think about it afterward."
“Well, okay then.” I told him, and we hurried to do it all, clumsy in our eagerness. Well, I was. Liam was never clumsy.
“Ready?” he asked.
I kissed Thor and told him to stay. “Ready.” I was. I was so ready, but there was suddenly a tiny niggle in the back of my mind questioning if this was the right time. The right way for it to happen given how it started. I knew it didn’t matter, but what if he thought… “No, wait.”
His brows furrowed, and he took my hands in his. “What is it?”
“I want to say this before we go in, then I don’t want to think about it again.
This has nothing to do with him. I need you to know that.
I know the Ferris wheel started to prove a point, but not this.
He’s so not on my mind, he doesn’t even exist. Not here.
Not now. It’s only about you. Now that I got a taste of being with you, I’m craving more. I want it all with you, Liam.”
Liam brushed his lips against mine, his kiss sweet at first before it ignited, our tongues teasing at what was to come. “I know, Firefly, and I want it all with you too,” he murmured against my lips.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, every inch of me pressed against every inch of him—including his rock-hard cock. Liam held me tight. “I love you, Firefly. Thank you for trusting me.” His voice was raw and gravelly and needy.
“I do. I trust you, and I love you too.” I squirmed against him. This was sweet, but my body throbbed, begging for more.
Finally, Liam took my hand and led me into the bedroom.
He sat on the edge of my bed, pulling me between his legs, and kissed me, slow and deep until I could barely stand.
His hands slid under my shirt, touching me everywhere as he pulled it off, my bra right behind it.
He rained kisses across my chest, his tongue teasing circles around my nipple before he sucked it, the hard jolt shooting straight to my core. “Liam!”
He switched sides, licking and sucking and caressing, the scruff of his beard the most delicious contrast to his touch. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, my hands going to his pecs, teasing his nipples and tracing the ridges of his muscles, desperate to feel him too.
“Take your skirt off,” he said, his breath wafting across my heated skin.
“You do it.”
With his eyes on mine, so intense and adoring, he pushed my skirt and leggings off, leaving my underwear on, his hands igniting a trail of fire down my legs.
“So beautiful, Firefly.” He gripped my hips and pushed me back, shifting his leg between mine, and then he pulled me in, dragging my throbbing core along the rough fabric of his jeans.
Oh God! I grabbed him, holding on for dear life as he slid me back and forth, my underwear barely a barrier against his thick, denim-clad thigh. Heat pooled, need built, and I felt wet down there. I’d never…not like this. “Liam?”
He held me still, tilting me back just enough to meet his eyes. “You good, Firefly?”
“I—yes. It feels good. I just…”
“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”
I nodded, unable to form words.
“You want more of this?”
I nodded again.
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
His lips captured mine, and with one hand on my hip, he dragged me against him, his other hand holding me close. I grabbed his neck, pulling myself even closer, grinding right up to the erection trying to break free from his jeans. “Liam,” I moaned into his mouth. “More.”
His fingertips dug into my hips and he rocked me against his leg.
“No.”
He froze.
“Make love to me.”
“Firefly,” Liam breathed. He set me on my feet, then dropped to his knees in front of me, dragging my underwear down, kissing my stomach.
Oh God, and lower. Every muscle in my body tightened in excitement, my heart pounded, and my…
pussy…pulsed. He stood, and with his eyes locked on mine, he pulled a foil packet and a little tube out of his pocket and tossed them on the bed, then unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his boxers to the floor.
We were naked. His cock was huge. The biggest one I’d ever seen.
Not that I had much to compare it to. Not that I was comparing it at all.
No, there was no room in my mind for anything else with Liam like this, like a piece of erotic art on display just for me, a beauty meant to be fully appreciated…
his muscles, that V cutting a path to his cock, its smooth mushroom head jutting toward me…
Liam speared his hands into my hair and tilted my face up, but I was too distracted by what was going on down there. “Look at me.” He waited until I dragged my eyes up to meet his. Oh, his eyes were beautiful like this too. So alive and sparkling. “You good?”
“Yes. I–please.”
He chuckled softly. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Firefly.” He sat on the bed and scooted back until he was sitting against the headboard, then beckoned me to him. “C’mere.”
I climbed on the bed and crawled over. He took my hand and pulled me onto his lap, straddling his thighs, he cock between us. The first trickle of apprehension came over me. Everything was going so well, but this…I didn’t want it to ruin it.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Firefly.”
“I’m good. Can we just…keep going? Where’s the condom?”
The fire in his eyes dimmed, concern taking over. “If you’re not comfortable…we’re not rushing through this.”
“I’m not rushing, not in a bad way,” I assured him. I wasn’t, but I did want to get past this part. I spotted the condom and lube on the bed and grabbed them, but the rigid edge of the tube distracted me, sending a weird thought into my head. “Have you been carrying this around with you?”