Chapter 47 Anna
Anna
My whole body buzzes with need. I scramble up on the mattress, pulling my jumper off overhead and lying back, spreading my legs for him. Liam towers over me, his eyes heavy-lidded as he climbs onto the bed. He crawls up my body until his weight pins me down, his heat and scent surrounding me.
I love it when he’s on top. When his skin is against mine. His touch is firm as he skirts one hand up my leg to the dip in my waist. His callouses scrape me just right.
“I like you spread out for me,” he rasps, burying his face in my neck and peppering wet kisses up my jawline, over my temple and ear.
“Only for you,” I whisper, and it’s the truth. No one else has made me feel like this, like I’d burn alive if he doesn’t touch me. “Liam, please. If you don’t fuck me right now, I might actually die.”
He laughs into my neck, his warm breath fanning my skin. Then—bloody finally—he moves. His hips rock as he runs his dick through my wet seam, coating himself with my juices.
His chest rumbles as he lines himself up. “Hold on to me, baby. I’m not going to be gentle.”
And then he drives himself home. My strangled cry splits the room and he’s quick to swallow it with his mouth, rubbing his tongue against mine, nipping my skin as he waits for me to adjust to his girth.
Tears prick at my eyes, but not from the burn, from the intensity of being worshipped by him, realizing with every thrust, that I’ve totally fallen for this man.
“Oh God,” I gasp, clawing at his broad shoulders. “You’re so big.”
He pulls out before shoving in deeper this time, his thick cock pulsing inside me.
He continues his ministrations, pulling out almost to the tip before slamming back in, pulling a silent cry from my throat. My body adjusts to his size, growing wetter with every pass, and every thrust sends sparks skittering through me.
“What have you done to me, Anna?” he grits out, a hand flying to my hair as he crashes his lips down on mine. I spread my thighs wider to take him, each stroke punching another breathless sound from my lungs. “I’m a mess for you. I can’t get enough. I’m crazy about you.”
“I’m crazy about you too,” I breathe.
Our bodies move together in a dirty, filthy, sweaty rhythm and he snarls something incoherent against my mouth.
My body jerks as I try to keep my noises down. Unable to control myself, tears gather in my eyes as lava courses through my veins, lighting me up on the inside.
When he notices the tears, he pauses momentarily, pulling his head back to search my face.
“Baby.” His voice cracks. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
My mouth opens but no sound comes out. I slam it shut, screwing my eyes closed and stifling the sob that rises in my throat.
“Anna,” he croaks, shifting his weight to one arm as the other leaves my hair, stroking my cheekbone with tenderness.
I take a deep breath as my eyes flutter open to meet his. “I love you.”
The words hang suspended between us and, for a heartbeat, he just stares, his chest heaving, cock still buried deep, thumb brushing my cheek.
“Say it again,” he whispers, his voice breaking.
“I love you,” I breathe, more tears escaping at the admission.
A low, guttural sound tears from him. He fists my hair again, dropping his forehead to mine. “I love you too. I love you so much, baby.”
My world splits open and rebuilds itself with those words. The buried sob escapes me, and his lips find mine. He starts to move again, slowly at first, dragging a moan from my throat as my body trembles under the weight of his.
His hand leaves my hair, slipping between our bodies to circle my clit.
I’m so swollen and wet and needy that I rock my hips, pressing my core into him, chasing my release. Chasing the feel of him pouring out inside me.
“I want to come inside you so badly,” he grunts.
My orgasm builds fast, and I rip my mouth away from his as I clench tight around him.
“I’m n-nearly there,” I breathe.
His fingers continue to circle my nub as his hips snap back and forth, all while we lose ourselves in each other, locking in a sweaty, filthy, perfect rhythm.
His eyes are dark and wild as he pulls back enough to look at me. “I’ve got you.” My lungs strain with every breath. He dips his head, his mouth at my ear as he growls, “I’ve got you, angel. You can let go.”
And I do. Fireworks explode behind my eyes and my whole body ignites. I hold my cries in, panting and trembling as bolts of electricity race through me. I cling to him, and he follows me right into the eye of the storm. My name is torn from him like devotion as he shoots his load inside me.
The last tremors ripple through me and I’m still gripping him as he pumps one final time. He stays buried inside me, trembling just as hard as I am.
“Christ,” he whispers, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head. He eases out and rolls us to the side, pulling me with him so I’m sprawled across his hard chest. His cum trickles out of me and onto him, but he doesn’t say anything.
His arms wrap around me tightly as his giant palm runs soothing circles over my back. I melt into him, my cheek pressed against his heartbeat. My legs hurt from being splayed open for so long, but the pain is delicious. I can’t believe we just said that.
His hand stills on my back for a moment. “Do you regret it?”
Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud? Crap.
I lift my head to look at him. “No,” I rush. “Not for a second. Do you?”
“No,” he says, cupping my face. “I was just worried it was too soon. But I feel it. It’s real.”
“It’s real for me too.” I press a kiss to his palm and settle back against him. “We’re going to have to figure out what to do with my job, and Finn. And . . .” I don’t want to mention Tash’s name.
“Hey.” He squeezes me closer. “We’ll work it out. Together.”
The way he says “together” sends heat coursing through me.
“Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he says, his voice sounding unusually nervous. “We’re playing Sheffield next Saturday night.” His fingers map patterns on my shoulder. “I want you to come.”
I bite my lip. “Are you sure?”
His brows knit together. “Of course I’m sure. Roman, Zoey, and the kids will be there.”
My heart leaps with nerves and excitement. I really liked Roman and Zoey. “I’d love to… but what about Finn?”
“We can tell him that you’re coming as a friend, like last time. We don’t need to tell him anything else until the moment’s right.”
I chew the corner of my bottom lip. “I hate sneaking around.”
“Me too, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to my knuckles.
I consider his words carefully. In a few months, I won’t be Finn’s teacher anymore, so there’s no need to rush into anything public.
The more time we take, the more certain we’ll be.
Especially with everything else Finn will have to process between now and then—Tash’s pregnancy, becoming a big brother.
Adding a new relationship to the mix would be overwhelming.
Telling him that we’re just friends is best for now.
Besides, at the last game, no one paid any attention to me in the stands. The media focused on the players and their high-profile relationships.
“Anna,” Liam says, pulling me from my thoughts. “We don’t have to decide everything right now. We’ll tell Finn when it feels comfortable for each of us.”
I meet his eyes, full of patience. “You’re okay with taking things slow?”
“I’d rather take our time and do this right than mess it up,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Finn’s had so many changes to adjust to. When we tell him about us, I want him to feel secure and excited, not confused. I can’t ask him to keep a secret.”
I couldn’t agree more.
He pulls my face to his, claiming me in a slow, heated kiss. “But when we’re ready—when Finn’s ready—I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”