Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Athena
I took off my clothes but couldn’t bring myself to drop my bra or panties. It’s not because I’m ashamed of my body. I bought new lingerie months ago but decided to save it for a special occasion.
When I dug the white lace bra and panties out of my dresser drawer this morning, I smiled. I hadn’t remembered that the bra had pink stitching or that it was so soft.
I put it on and twirled in a circle in front of my bathroom mirror. I liked how I looked from every angle. I know Liam will like it too.
I settle in on top of the covers. My back is pressed against the headboard. My legs are crossed at the ankles, and my stomach is doing double flips inside of me.
I want this. There’s no question about that.
Nervous energy is coursing through me in anticipation. The last time I was in bed with Liam, I came apart from sheer pleasure. I don’t know what’s going to happen once he’s inside me.
I feel like this is my first time all over again.
“Hey.”
I look up to find Liam at the doorway to his bedroom. The light from the hallway is illuminating him from behind.
He’s tall and broad and without any doubt, he’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.
He tugs the T-shirt he’s wearing over his head as he steps closer to me.
With his gaze pinned to me, he drops his jeans. I wait for the boxer briefs to follow, but he keeps them on.
Standing next to the bed, he rakes me over. His voice comes out low and filled with need. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I feel it. He makes me feel it.
The mattress dips when he drops a knee to it. I’m tempted to scoot over to give him room, but I don’t. I stay in place, anticipation ripping a path through me.
I’m already wet and needy.
His hand moves slowly over the blanket until it slides onto my knee. I shiver under the touch. His hand is warm. There’s comfort in the way he circles his index finger over my skin.
I close my eyes when his hand glides up my thigh.
“I need to make you come,” he rasps. “I haven’t stopped thinking about the last time you were here. Those sounds you made. The way you looked. Jesus, it was everything, lilac.”
Without another word, he slides off the bed and drops to his knees. His hands circle my calves. “Move here. I need you closer.”
I shuffle on the bed, trying not to let out a moan. I know what’s coming. I know I’ll be coming.
He takes over my movements, sliding me to the edge of the bed. With his hands on my thighs, he parts my legs.
When he drops his head and licks a long path over my panties, I shudder.
A scream catches in my throat the moment he tugs the lace aside, and his tongue glides along my cleft.
“You taste so good,” he growls. “So damn good.”
His words fall victim to the pounding desire inside of me. With my hands wrapped in the strands of his hair, I push myself against his mouth and ride his tongue to a climax that feels like it breaks me in two.
A word doesn’t exist to describe what I’m feeling right now.
Liam licked me until I settled after I came. With soft kisses on my inner thighs, he pulled my panties down my legs.
His breath tickled my already swollen wetness, and when I thought he was about to push back to stand, he speared his tongue into me.
I yelped before a moan escaped me in a sound that was so twisted with need that he told me he was about to come.
He’s on his feet now, his boxer briefs on the floor, and his beautiful cock in his hand.
He’s sheathing it with a condom he yanked out of the nightstand drawer.
I can’t take my eyes off of him.
It’s not just his impressive body. It’s him.
He’s gentle in a way I never knew existed, but there’s more there. I felt it when he slid a finger into me just as I came a second time. His touch was demanding.
He fucked me slowly with his finger, sliding in a second and then another to ready me for what’s to come.
“Don’t judge me based on tonight.” He huffs out a laugh. “I’m not a minute man, but I swear to fuck that I’m not going to last.”
Crawling onto the bed, a smile takes over his mouth. “You’re gorgeous. If I drop dead tonight, I will have lived a happier life than most men.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “You’re not going to die, Liam. I might. Look at that thing.”
Cupping his cock in his palm, he raises a brow. “This thing?”
Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra. “You’ll go slowly, won’t you?”
“She asks me that right before she flashes the most beautiful set of tits in the world.”
I settle back on the bed. “You’ve made tonight special for me.”
He crawls over me until his hands bracket either side of my head. “It’s just as special for me.”
I give in to it then, to the overwhelming need to be with this man.
His lips find mine as he notches the tip of his cock against my opening. When he pushes in, pain bursts through me, but I breathe. I take slow breaths as he slides in and then out, each time a little deeper.
His thrusts are smooth and measured as I adjust. His lips never leave mine. Our uttered sounds and unspoken words mix together as we find our rhythm.
“I need more,” he says through clenched teeth. “I need more.”
I twist my hands in his hair. “Give me more.”
He does. He fucks me hard with a hand on my hip and my name falling from his lips.
Writhing beneath him, I claw at his shoulders, unrecognizable words pour out from me between my lips. I race over the edge and into an orgasm that blurs everything but him.
With a roll of his fingers over my clit, he chases his release, and when he comes he roars my name.