Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
RUBY
When my alarm sounds, I reach over with a groan to slide my finger across the screen and turn it off. My groan isn’t just because I’m tired, though. My groan is because I’m sore.
Really sore.
I feel like I spent at least two hours working out without stopping yesterday… and maybe that’s exactly what I did because after we had sex last night, we showered, then started again, and wound up in bed for round two.
Eventually, I passed out mid-conversation. I don’t even remember what we were whispering about, but I do know that I loved it—every single moment of it. Being with him, being close to him, and whispering while he kept his arms wrapped around me was something I’d never experienced before.
“What the hell time is it?” Liam grumbles behind me.
A laugh bubbles up from my throat as I turn in his arms and try to look into his eyes. His eyelids are pinched tightly closed, and he shifts closer to me, his nose running alongside my own.
“It’s early,” I whisper. “I have to get to the bakery and start on today’s case and my orders.”
He hums, flexing his hips. Feeling his hard length against my belly, I whimper, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I try to think of a reason why I can’t stay in bed for a few moments longer.
I’m sore, but his fingers start to gently slide over my naked body—down my arm, my side, my hip, my ass—and then back up my spine before they shift around the front of my throat and make their way to my breast. His fingers make a small circle around my nipple, then he curls them and grips my breast.
My back arches instantly, instinctually.
Lifting my leg, I curl it around his thigh and shift my hips closer to his.
I want to feel his body against mine. I wish that I could crawl beneath his skin.
I can feel his hard length against my aching center, and I know that it’s going to hurt, but at the same time, feel so good.
Liam lowers his head, his nose sliding alongside my own right before he adjusts himself and sinks inside me. He rolls his hips, his pelvis grinding against my clit. It sends electric shocks throughout my entire body.
Lifting my hand, I grip his shoulder as I hold on to him. He moves inside me. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back slightly, and that’s when I feel his lips against the center of my throat. He kisses me there, his lips parted, and then his tongue swirls.
I’m going to come.
I’m so sensitive, so ready, so primed.
My entire body trembles, but he doesn’t stop, not that I would want him to. I don’t. He groans against my throat. The vibration slides throughout my entire body. Then he speaks, and when he does, I come.
It flows through me like warm honey. I gasp, my fingernails digging into his shoulder even harder, no doubt scoring him there. He doesn’t stop moving, his hips continuing to grind against my clit, and then he stills inside me.
His dick pulses before he comes. He stills, twitching inside me, and I wonder how this is even real. I want to pinch myself to wake up from this dream. Because that’s what it must be, a dream.
Liam nips my throat, then shifts his face backward, and that’s when I straighten my head, my eyes finding his. My lips curve up into a lazy smile. I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to. It consumes me because I feel deliciously sore and satisfied.
We stare at one another for a long moment in silence. I don’t know what to say, but a million things that I shouldn’t say fly around in my head. Like I love you, I want you, please come back, let me keep you, and never leave me—all of which I cannot say.