Chapter Eight
Kinsley
A yawn cracks my jaw as I watch Liam move around his kitchen with efficiency as he prepares breakfast. I never realized what a turn on it was to see a man being so competent when it comes to cooking, and I definitely don't mind being catered to like he has been to me. It has been a long time since anyone has taken care of me like he has been.
"How do you like your coffee? Sweet like you?" One corner of his mouth tips up in the slightest. It is the closest thing to a smile I have seen come from him.
"Yes please, and a little milk too."
He nods his head before doctoring the dark blue ceramic mug he filled with coffee. Handing it off to me, he crooks an eyebrow waiting.
I take a sip and smile at how close he got it. "Perfect, thank you."
He kisses the top of my head before going back to the stove where he is scrambling eggs and frying bacon. "Would you like toast?"
Pursing my lips, I think a moment. "What kind of bread and jam do you have?"
"I have multigrain bread and homemade blackberry jam."
My eyebrows shoot up. "You make blackberry jam?"
He chuckles. "No, I don't make jam, but my buddy, Lucas's wife, Cora, does. She always gives me some because she knows it is my favorite and the woman is as sweet as you are. In fact, I can see you two hitting it off."
I feel a pang of longing to meet this woman who knows Liam so well, but my time here is short and getting shorter by the minute. I really should be pushing to get back to the interview and get pictures of Liam in action, but I am too content and loopy from all the mind blowing sex to push at the moment.
In fact, I'm pretty sure the man is ruining all other men for me with all the care, attention and orgasms he has been bestowing upon me. For a grumpy, surly guy, he sure knows how to pull out all the stops and make a woman feel cherished.
"So toast?" He asks, pulling me from my wayward thoughts.
I nod my head, "I better try some of this jam, that is your favorite."
We eat breakfast, which is really not even brunch but lunch by the time we finish. I help Liam with the dishes and straightening the kitchen. After we somehow end up back on the couch cuddled together.
I don't mean to fall asleep, but we kept each other up for most of the night, expending a significant amount of energy in the process. Being wrapped up in his warm embrace, my back to his front, on his extremely comfy couch, has me out like a light before I know what's happening.
When I come awake, I am so warm and cozy it takes me several minutes to pull myself completely from the deep sleep I was in. I have that groggy, headachy feeling you get when you take too long of a nap in the afternoon.
Liam nuzzles into the back of my neck, and I moan when it sends tingles down my spine. When he presses his groin into my ass, there is no missing the hard on he is sporting. My nipples tighten in response. It is unbelievable how responsive my body is to him. It takes very little effort and I, too, am raring to go.
His fingers flip open the few buttons that are holding together his shirt I am still wearing. They come to pluck at my nipples while he noses the shirt from my shoulder, laying a trail of open mouth kisses from there to my neck. When I whimper as he sucks my pulse point, his hand skims down my skin, leaving a wake of chills. He lifts my leg up to rest on his behind me.
A groan falls from him as he delves his fingers into my folds. "So fucking wet for me." His breath whispers across my skin.
Thick fingers spear into me, pumping in and out as his thumb rubs back and forth over my distended clit. My hips move without thought, increasing the friction. His other hand comes up to cuff my neck as my body trembles.
"Such a good girl, taking what you want. Come on my hand before I stuff you full and you come again on my cock." He follows the demand with a bite to my shoulder.
My walls clamp down on his fingers as I wail out my release, soaring into space. I'm still floating when his thick cock quickly replaces his fingers. There is no easing into it as he slams into me and begins to piston his hips from behind.
The orgasm that was waning comes back in full force. I ride wave after wave like I never have before. My arm hooks around his, nails digging into his arm in an attempt to keep from flying away. Nonsensical sounds come from me filling the air.
His fingers work my clit and he growls into my ear, "Fucking soak my balls."
I don't know how he can make my body respond to his words, but it does, a gush of juices coating us both. Screaming as blood roars in my head, I go stiff, my toes curling. I forget to breathe, blacking out for a moment. When I come to, I can just hear Liam's roar over the ringing in my ears as he holds tight against me.
Laying there with the room spinning, I wonder if it is actually possible to die from an orgasm.