Chapter 60 Anna
Anna
The moment we cross the threshold of Liam’s apartment, he hauls me into his arms and marches us to his bedroom. My back hits the mattress with a light bounce and I giggle as he rips his shirt overhead, tossing it aside, followed closely by his trousers and briefs.
I shimmy out of my jeans and underwear before peeling off my jumper, practically drooling at the sight of his nakedness.
His lids lower as he climbs on top of me, his cock hard, thick and ready.
“I missed you,” I say. “I know I said I wanted space, but these last few weeks have been torture.”
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “I know, love. But you were right. We needed to sort ourselves out before we came together.”
“I was awful,” I whisper.
“You were hurting,” he says, a tiny tilt curving his lips.
I think of the way he’s been hurting too, and shame ripples through me. Liam needed someone, needed me, and I pushed him away. I didn’t try to understand how he was feeling when Roger grabbed me. From the information he’s divulged, I can only imagine. And it breaks my heart.
I think back to my conversation with Max, Gemma, and April. I was so foolish to have ever let fear get the better of me—all this glorious man has ever done is prove his loyalty, repeatedly.
I reach up to stroke his cheek. “Are you okay?”
He can see it’s a loaded question. I’m not asking whether he’s happy, but whether he’s coping. I’m asking him about seeking help.
He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Yeah, baby. I’m okay.” Then he dips his head to capture my mouth.
He threads a hand between us, running his fingers through my pussy. Slowly, he guides himself inside me. He hisses as I release a breathy moan, pausing when he’s fully sheathed in my warmth.
“Shit, Anna. This is going to be fast,” he says between clenched teeth.
The tip of his nose presses to mine and finally he starts moving, pumping his hips back and forth.
God, I’ve missed that burn. That stretch. I’ve missed his taste, his skin, his smell. The heat of his skin against mine. I’m aching for him. I can feel every vein, curve, and ripple of his cock but I want more.
I clap a leg around his hips, dragging him closer with my heel. Tipping my pelvis, I move in tandem with him, helping him hit the spot that has my toes curling.
He groans, biting my lip. “Fuck, Anna. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
“Yes! Liam, please don’t stop!”
And he doesn’t. He gives it to me over and over. I rock into him as he picks up speed, my head lolling. He trails kisses along my jawline, murmuring my name as I whimper and buck beneath him, and when his fingers find my clit and start strumming, I see stars.
He grunts, pumping a few more times as I claw at the mattress, jerking my hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. I’m climbing higher and higher.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, just as he shouts, “Anna! Fuck!”
I want this feeling forever. I want to be loved by this man every day. My lower spine begins to tingle as my orgasm rips through me. My pussy tightens around his cock as stars explode in my vision. He buries his face in my neck, his thrusts turning frantic as he chases his own release.
He pumps once. Twice more. “Fuuuuuck.” His movements falter as he swells and jerks inside me, emptying himself.
He stills, skating his lips down my neck as we float down. Then he lifts up to look in my eyes. “I love you, Anna. So fucking much.”
I loop my arms around his neck. “I love you too.”
I love you so bloody much it hurts.
I feel it all the way down to the marrow of my bones.
I want you forever.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come back sooner,” I whisper.
He drops his forehead to mine. “Oh, baby. You still don’t get it, do you?”
My brows narrow. “Get what?”
“I would have waited forever for you.”
A lump rises and falls in his throat as salt streams down my cheeks.
I watch as he quickly releases me and reaches over the bed to his discarded trousers, pulling something from the pocket.
Returning, he worries his lip between his teeth before opening his palm to reveal a small, navy-blue jewelry box.
My eyes widen in alarm, and a deep chuckle rumbles out of him.
“Don’t panic, it’s not what you think it is. ”
My lungs empty as I press my hand to my chest. “Okay,” I say, laughing warmly.
“Open it, baby,” he whispers.
I push the lid back and my eyes fly up to meet his when I see the beautiful necklace.
“For you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “The shamrock. It’s a symbol of Ireland.”
It glimmers softly against a cushion of dark velvet, a delicate white-gold chain.
At its center hangs a small shamrock pendant; a fine stem of silver meets three heart-shaped emeralds to form the clover’s shimmery leaves.
The emeralds shift between a deep forest green and a rich jade. It’s simple and elegant.
He clears his throat before speaking. “I saw it and I just… it was beautiful. Like you.”
“It’s perfect, Liam. Thank you,” I say quietly, running my finger over the precious stones. “Would you help me put it on?”
“Of course. Turn around, love.”
I swivel around, gathering my hair over one shoulder.
Liam’s fingers trail lightly across my bare skin, sending a shiver through me.
A soft rustle follows before his warm lips brush the curve of my neck.
Then, carefully, he fastens the necklace.
I toy with the pendant as it settles against the dip of my throat.
Turning my head, my mouth finds his, and I find solace in his nearness and taste.
And I know, without a doubt, that he is mine and I am his.