Chapter 13
A bby
As my infatuation with Liam grew, so did my stress. We were in Vancouver, home of Giselle Vici, last tour’s flame, Goddess of Sex, Bras, and Lingerie. Was I enough to keep Liam from straying? I admitted that a teeny part of me did give him that backstage blow job to show him I could compete, I could be his woman, and he didn’t need a line of groupies out the door to be happy. But most of me did it because I enjoyed it.
And, oh, did I enjoy it.
I’d never done that before in exactly that way—slowly, deliberately, taking my sweet time. To be honest, Samuel always climaxed way too quickly, before I could even begin exploring. Maybe it was my fault…because it didn’t happen often. But doing it with Liam felt different—remarkable, so sexy, and I couldn’t wait to get on with learning more with him.
But for now, there was work to be done.
During our first rehearsal break, my mother called, which surprised me, since she’d told me before I left NYC that she wouldn’t want to bother me and preferred that I call her instead. Either her patience had failed her, or something was up.
“Hi, Mom,” I answered, sneaking out of the rehearsal room into the warm sunshine of the venue’s back parking lot.
“Abby! Have you been following news of the tour?”
“Ma, I’m on the tour. Why would I be following news if I’m experiencing it? What’s up?”
“Look at your texts, for crying out loud. Look at them!” my mother said in that special tone that suggested she was going to bust a gasket if I didn’t stop everything I was doing and attend to her matters at once.
“Okay…hold on. I was rehearsing. Sorry.” I pushed the button to return to the home screen where I could check texts while putting my mom on speaker. Apparently, she had taken a screen shot and sent it, showing a photo of me holding hands with Liam outside his bus. A headline from BuzzNews read: Is Liam Collier Romancing New Mystery Woman?
There wasn’t much news attached to the photo, just a basic summary of Point Break being on the North American leg of their world tour and questions about this mysterious woman he was recently seen with. Man, news really did travel fast. But it wasn’t an incriminating photo or anything.
“Ugh, look at my arms.” They looked like two baby redwood tree trunks.
“That’s what you have to say? About your thick arms?”
“Did I say they were thick, Ma?”
My mother mumbled something under her breath. Then, “Abby, you have Samuel here. You don’t need to be gallivanting with that punk boy.”
“Mom, he’s not a boy. He’s the lead singer of the band and actually very talented. He treats me well, in a way that Samuel never did. Besides, I don’t know how long it will last, but that’s nobody’s business. ”
“It’s everybody’s business now, Abby! Look at that headline. Abby, you need to be discreet. You need to stay focused.” She sighed, regaining control of her emotions. “You have an audition at the end of summer.”
I kicked a concrete parking curb. “Like I need reminding? Ma, I know what I’m doing.”
“Be careful what you do and in front of whom. That’s all I am asking.”
“Yes. I know, but I don’t see the big deal. Especially if I’m having a good time,” I said, to my own surprise. I was having a good time with Liam, was I? Did I mean that in a superficial way, as in I was having a summer fling, or was I developing long-term feelings for Liam? “I have to go now. Stop trolling the Internet, okay? It’ll drive you crazy.”
“You make me crazy, Abby.”
I smiled, spotting Rosemary in the doorway waving at me to let me know the break was over. I gave her a thumbs-up. “That’s my job. I love you. I’ll talk to you again soon.”
“If you gallivant in front of the paparazzi again, wear a different top that doesn’t make your arms look fat, okay, Abby?”
I said nothing. My mother. God love her. I swear.
“Abby?”
Phone in pocket.
I had no idea Vancouver was so beautiful. The sunset view from our L’Hermitage Hotel room overlooking downtown’s West End and Vancouver Harbor was simply amazing. Because we had the night off, Rosemary wanted to stay in and order room service, but I was restless. I thought about trying to find Liam, though he could, conceivably, be anywhere. It was not a night for staying in.
Standing at the window, watching the sun go down, I received a text from “unknown.” I knew exactly who it was. He must’ve finally gotten my number from somewhere.
He wrote: Go for a walk, get a bite to eat?
How’d you get my number?
Employee payroll. Yes or no.
I bounced on the edge of the bed like a little girl before a big party.
Rosemary glanced over my shoulder. “What’s that smile for? Is that him?”
“Maybe.” I swiveled to block her and fired back a reply: I only walk and dine with famous rock stars, sorry.
“God, I still can’t believe you’re fucking Liam Collier,” she said, rosining her bow.
I reached across the bed and smacked her leg.
The ellipses indicating a reply came on, making my heart skip. He wrote back: You’re in luck then. Meet you downstairs in ten?
Sure.
“You’re going to dinner with him, aren’t you?” Rosemary clucked her tongue. “Abandoning your best friend for a guy. How typical.”
“Oh, stop,” I said, checking my hair in the mirror. I grabbed my purse and sweater. “I promise I’ll be back soon.”
She gave me a wide-eyed look. “If you come back to this room, I will be sorely disappointed. How am I supposed to live vicariously through you if you’re lame? Go have a good time, damn it.”
I chuckled, smoothing my shirt and pants. “How do I look?” I whirled around to face her. I probably looked ordinary, but the truth was, I hadn’t packed any special dresses or outfits, thinking I wouldn’t be going out that much. Funny how things changed in a matter of a week.
Rosemary, gorgeous in her own right, tilted her head to examine me. A sisterly glow seeped into her melancholy expression. “ Like a woman needing to get away and find love for herself. Good for you, Abby,” she added without any sarcasm whatsoever. She was genuinely happy for me.
But had I found love? Much less the love of my life? How could she tell? How did I know this wasn’t simply lust or short-lived infatuation? I didn’t have enough experience to perceive the difference, but I knew one thing—Liam made me feel special in a way that Samuel never could in a million years.
That alone was worth pursuing.
“Thanks.” I gave Rosemary a short hug then blasted out of the hotel room, headed for the elevator, checking my reflection several times while waiting for it to arrive. It occurred to me then that this would be the first real dinner Liam and I would have together. Though we’d spent the day in Seattle and picked up food at the market, we hadn’t actually sat down to talk much.
My mother would say that was backward, that I should get to know a man thoroughly before ever giving up my “gifts,” but I wasn’t ashamed to say that, after being with Samuel, I first wanted to know how my chemistry was with Liam before proceeding. And so far, the chemistry was superb.
Explosive even.
Organic.
Atomic.
More, please.
Downstairs, he waited for me beside a column, thumbing through his phone, which he put in his pocket as soon as he saw me. “A vision of beauty.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. He wore dark pants, a light blue, button-down shirt unbuttoned at the top, and a dark jacket over it. He was freshly showered, smelled wonderful, and my stomach did backflips, somersaults, and cartwheels.
“Were you looking at our lovely first photo together?” I asked, nodding toward the phone he’d put back in his pocket.
“Ah, yes. Was it that obvious?” He shook his head in amusement. “ It wasn’t too bad a shot, actually. And you looked beautiful for having just climbed out of bed.” He gave me an arm to link mine around as he led us out the back of the hotel and past doormen who nodded and bid us a pleasant evening.
“Aren’t people going to recognize you if we go out?” I asked, noticing a few curious looks from hotel guests lounging in the lobby.
“Maybe, but we’ll walk fast. The restaurant is expecting us. There’s a private room, and Nathan is nearby in case we need him. So let’s go.”
We walked through the twilight-bathed streets of Vancouver. I felt light on my feet, cautious and vigilant of paparazzi, but happy. Our focus was to get there quickly, not so much conversation at this point, but I also felt like I didn’t need to talk constantly. Walking with Liam was like being with someone I’d known forever, a best friend, and that thought made me smile.
“Did you practice your piece today?” he asked.
I loved the fact that he cared this much about my audition. “Yes. Many times. It’s getting much smoother. It’s not an easy composition. Quite complex, but I made it that way on purpose. Needs to be.”
“There is nothing simple about you, and your piece should match that enigmatic, unpredictable style that is you.”
Swoon. Flattery would get him everywhere.
“Oh, yes, unpredictable, that’s me.” I often wished I could act more spontaneously instead of sticking to my tried and true ways.
We turned the corner and paused before a storefront that had a barrel tile awning. Liam looked up to make sure we had stopped at the right place. “Here we are.”
“Good evening, Mr. Collier. Happy to meet you, sir.” The ma?tre d’ of the upscale Cuban restaurant La Cocina Cubana ushered us to a semiprivate room upstairs in the back, away from gawkers but close enough so we could still enjoy a view of the dining room, not completely blocked off.
“Abby, trust me, you’re complex. Straitlaced but passionate, practical but artistic. That’s key to creativity. Nobody can pin you down. I like that about you.”
“I never considered that. You’re the same way.” I noted the crinkle in his eyes that seemed to appear only when he was with me.
“Two peas in a pod.” Liam worked my chair back and in again as I sat.
Our waiter, Hector, handed us menus and told us about the specials. The Bistec de Palomilla sounded delicious. Paired with platanos maduros and white rice, I probably wouldn’t eat it all, but I loved that I’d get to try it, that he’d chosen such a unique place. All around were pieces of art on the walls depicting scenes of Havana and potted palm trees. Romantic and enigmatic, like Liam.
“Listen…” He took my hand. It was hard not to feel like I was in some fairy-tale dream. “You’re more spontaneous than you give yourself credit for.” He leaned forward to whisper, “And that blow job you gave me last night? Second to none.”
“Stop, you’re lying.” I looked down, knew I was blushing.
“Abby, I swear to God . It was beautiful. I didn’t expect it. That just goes to show that you can be impulsive if you feel like it.”
“Must have been something in the air, Liam, because I’m not usually like that. You make me feel that way,” I said, goose bumps creeping up my arms and neck. I couldn’t believe the things I was doing and telling this man. Putting myself so out there for him to analyze. And possibly destroy. So dangerous.
“I’m glad that I do that for you. What’s it normally like for you then?”
“Normally?” I exhaled slowly, considering the question. “Normally, I just practice cello, perform, cook, maybe hang out with Rosemary. Nothing much, really. ”
“So maybe you were ready to try on a new skin.”
“I am. I mean, I was, and I’m glad I did with you, Liam, honestly. I’m just…” I couldn’t tell him everything. From all I’d seen in movies and read in novels, once you divulged every last feeling, that’s when someone betrayed you.
“What?” he asked.
Something in Liam’s eyes told me it was okay to talk, though. He was just a person, and I was just a person, and there was nothing to be scared about. There was that word again. “Scared. If I seem at times like I’m not sure how to proceed, not sure of what I want, I hope you’ll have patience with me. I just came out of a relationship,” I said to silent eyes regarding me with admiration. “It scared the hell out of me.”
“What was so scary about it? He wanted to get married and you didn’t?”
I shook my head. “No way, I couldn’t even think about marriage with him. My mom never married. My father left her while she was pregnant. I was the reason she had to quit the New York Philharmonic.”
His eyes grew wide in surprise. “Your mother played, too?”
Smiling, thinking of Mom, I nodded. “The best cello player around. Better than I am.”
“Damn, then I should have hired your momma,” Liam said, winking.
“She wouldn’t have come.” I smirked. “When I was born, she pretty much stopped thinking of herself. Because my dad left, she had to throw it all away to raise a baby. It never would’ve happened had my father cared for her, provided for her. She might be Principal Cello now. She might be playing to audiences every other night. Like you.” I smiled.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
I shrugged. “He was already married. My mother began seeing him without knowing he had another family. It’s a long story. I won’t bore you with it, but he’s one of the reasons why I can’t allow myself to be too impulsive, because I know it’ll lead to heartbreak. It did for my mom. I can’t let the same happen to me.”
He watched me for a long time, until our plates arrived, then he snapped out of his trance. Maybe he was thinking how depressing that was, what a pathetic girlfriend I would make, but at least now he knew.
There was something else bothering me, though, something on my mind, and I needed to know before I proceeded with him. “What about you? You must have some skeletons in your closet, Ghosts of Liam Past.” I chuckled from the nerves more than anything.
“Me? Nah. What you see is pretty much what you get.”
“That’s not what I heard.” I gave him the Arched Eyebrow of Disbelief. “Is it true you’re just a drama geek?”
He poured black beans onto his rice and mixed the two around. “You’re not going to make me go there, are you?” He laughed.
“Hey, I went to what scares me! Don’t you have anything that scares you, Liam Collier? Keeps you from showing your real feelings sometimes?” I asked, propping my chin on one hand, wanting him to confide in me about the something in his past he’d mentioned the other day. “Surely you must have some ex-girlfriends or heartbreak in your past.”
I didn’t want to come right out and mention the supermodel I’d heard people talking about, but it appeared I didn’t have to.
“You want me to talk about Giselle. Is that it?” He didn’t seem too happy to discuss it.
Maybe this wasn’t the best time for it, but I needed to know what I was up against. “Well, weren’t you two involved last year, and she lives here in Vancouver?” I asked. “I have to admit, it makes me nervous. I mean, I saw…” I hesitated to mention the tribal thorned tattoo on his back. “A design that might’ve been about her.”
“You talking about my ink?” He pointed to his back. “ Because if you are, you don’t have to worry. It’s not about Giselle. Giselle was a distraction. She was fun to hang around with last year when I was just doing my thing, living life to the fullest, the craziest. She was good for press. She made me the front man everyone wants to see, but she’s not who I need in my life.”
“Okay. Because I saw Veni, Vidi, Vici at the bottom and figured it was about Giselle because of her last name.”
His eyes narrowed a moment as he thought. Then he smiled and shook his head. “Oh…God, no. That means I came, I saw, I conquered in Latin,” he said.
I knew what the phrase meant, but I’d thought it might also be a double entendre.
“It’s there because of my high school girlfriend,” he went on. “She told me to live life to the fullest. She’s the one who made me come out of my shell, taught me that if I wanted to be someone else, someone bigger, I needed to visualize and become that person. Become the change you want to see.”
Ah, so the tattoo wasn’t about Giselle, but it was still about a woman from his past. A woman who’d given him confidence. Enriched his life. “Gandhi.”
“Exactly.” He nodded. “And then I broke her heart by breaking up with her.” He set down his fork. For a moment, he looked lost in the past. He swallowed softly.
“Why, if she was so special to you? If you don’t mind my asking,” I said.
His eyes focused on me again. “Point Break had just taken off, Ab. I felt that being on tour all the time would be a challenge for her and me. I wanted to live the rock ’n’ roll lifestyle, make it big. A girlfriend didn’t fit into that picture.”
Ouch. So he’d let her go. “You didn’t want a ball and chain.”
He shook his head, seemingly angry at himself. “I hate that phrase, too. No, that’s not it. I didn’t want to hurt her when I knew I most likely would. ”
“Is that why you got into a fight with Tucker when he called me that?” I cocked my head.
“In part, yeah. But also…” He shook his head. “I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I feel I’ve known you a long time, so what the hell.” He took a sip of water and set it down again. “I carry around a lot of guilt, Ab. Just a part of me, I guess.”
“About what?”
“About letting her go.”
“Your high school girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“But why? It’s not like you meant to hurt her.”
“I know, but she was there for me, and then right when she needed me, I bailed on her. The band was starting to get serious attention. Girls were coming out of the fucking woodwork, and I knew—knew…it was a matter of time before I’d succumb to the partying, the playing, the exploring women. I didn’t want to cheat on her, Abby. I didn’t.” His face fell. “And then—ugh.”
There was more. I took one of his hands in mine. “What?”
I thought maybe he would pull into his shell and refuse to talk, but he took a deep breath and went on. “I found her. On my bathroom floor at my parents’ house. She overdosed on sleeping pills. This was after our big fight.” He released my hand and pushed it through his hair. “She survived, but…” Liam shook the memory from his head. “She never talked to me again after that. I lost a friend. I caused her to hurt herself.”
Ahhh , so that was it.
“Liam, I’m so sorry,” I said, taking his hand again. “That sucks. But that was not your fault. You did the right thing by letting her know ahead of time, by breaking up with her before you had the chance to cheat on her. Instead of betraying her, you told her you weren’t ready. That was well done, Liam. More than my own father did with my mom.”
Now I was the one to drop my head and almost lose it. I hadn’t thought about my father much over the years. It was something I’d just accepted, so I’d moved on and focused on the things I could control about my life, but sitting here talking to Liam about it, I guess I hadn’t realized just how angry I was. Tears stung my eyes, and I couldn’t finish my food.
If I had any reservations left about Liam, they disappeared at that moment. I knew if ever I was in the same situation with him, he’d give me fair warning, and that was huge peace of mind to me.
Soft fingers lifted my chin to look at him. “Then you have to realize that your mom not getting that cello position wasn’t your fault.” He peered into my pathetic face, shaking my chin like he was talking to a child. “Okay? Say okay.”
A burst of sad laughter escaped me. “Okay.”
“Geez, what a downer of a dinner date I am, huh?” He grinned, scooped up a forkful of his rice and beans, and extended it across the small table toward my mouth. I opened up despite my big smile, and he fed me his dinner. “Good girl.”
I could laugh and cry hysterically at the same time. Maybe it was the way he said my name, or the way he took care of me, drove me around, made sure I’d practiced my song, given up a forkful of his own meal… Maybe, just maybe, I’d been holding in more than I realized, and all it took was one conversation with Liam to suck it out of me. I had officially crossed that line—I was in deep. If he hurt me now, I might never recover.
“You know what we need?” He slapped his cloth napkin on the table dramatically. “After flan and espresso, of course.”
“What?”
“A relaxing night. No show, no hurrying, no janitors nearby ready to intrude on us in public rooms.” He snickered. What a beautiful smile he had, the way it lit up the darkness of our little corner. “I say we go back to my room, take a long bath, and I give you a fantastic full-body massage.”
A massage. Suddenly, all the dreams and fantasies I’d created involving me massaging him invaded my brain. And my body. “ Hmm, that doesn’t sound opportunistic at all…” I pursed my lips at him.
He folded his hands in front of him like a well-behaved schoolboy. “You don’t have to return the favor if you don’t want. I just want you happy and relaxed. Shit. I can’t have my solo cello player fucking up during our song, breaking a string, crying, blaming me for it. Next thing you know, we lose the next record deal, the band breaks up, fans the world over want their money back… Complete anarchy.” He made a big show of waving his hands and doing a bunch of fake scoffs.
I laughed out loud, throwing my head back. Rarely had I laughed this way with Samuel. “I knew you had an ulterior motive, mister.”
He leaned up and out of his seat, just to kiss me. His delicious scent filled my nostrils. “Only to make you happy, Abby. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Rosemary would be proud of me.
I texted her, letting her know I wouldn’t be coming back to our hotel room at the end of the night. I signed on for the full pampering session in Liam’s suite, which looked more like an opulent apartment for a family of five. The bath was as sweet and innocent as two naked adults sitting in a tub could get. Except for the part when he sucked on my toes. That was something no one had ever done to me before, and it made me wetter than I already was sitting in that warm, sudsy water.
The massage was delightful. True to his word, Liam didn’t take advantage of my bare body, although it was probably torturing him since I kept catching glimpses of his hardness as he worked his hands into my stressed-out muscles.
Good God.
But the night could not have ended on a better note. “Care to sit on the balcony?” Liam asked, wicked grin sparkling on his face.
“What do you mean? Oh—you mean…”
Standing next to the enormous California king-size bed, vein-roped arm outstretched so I could take his hand, Liam Collier was the most beautiful specimen I had ever laid eyes on. He seriously got better and more gorgeous-looking every time I saw him. I didn’t have to have a million sex partners before to know he was something special. It was in the delicate way he asked me to join him. He was all about pleasing me.
And please me he did.
With the lights off and me giggling like an idiot, we ventured out onto the hotel balcony. “Won’t someone see us?” I asked, hoping I wouldn’t chicken out.
“Maybe. But the lights are out, we have this blanket and…” He held up both the swiped bed comforter and a condom packet for me to see. “You can’t worry too much about what will happen, and who will see us, and who will talk about us. You have to just live your life.”
I could have argued with him, brought up points about indecent exposure, but I didn’t. It wasn’t the time. Liam sat in a comfy outdoor sofa, pulling me down with him. I landed happily in his lap, which made him groan, slide both his hands underneath my hair, and kiss me deeply.
God, I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone. The raw passion, the slow, carefully executed kisses, the way his hands kneaded my waist, my thighs, and my backside.
“You have the best ass,” he whispered against my cheek.
Wow, definitely not words I had ever heard directed at me before, and maybe he didn’t even mean them, but I couldn’t let my self-esteem get in the way of enjoying him right now, so I kissed him deeper to let him know I appreciated it. When I broke away, it was only to confess what a great ass I thought he had and how I’d imagined myself massaging said ass—his entire, glorious body—from the moment we’d met. I promised him that soon I’d return the favor of the massage he’d given me, showing him in explicit detail all I’d done to him in my mind. He groaned, and we kissed for what seemed like hours. I loved it.
I was so ramped up, I could’ve just orgasmed right then, squeezing my thighs together while Liam’s hands roamed all over my body. “What do you want, Abby?” he asked, sliding down to reach my breasts, squeezing them softly and gently sucking on my nipples.
“I don’t know,” I said. It was true. There were a thousand ways I could have enjoyed him right then, and not one way made its preference known. I was hot, wet, and aching for him. His fingers slid down between my legs, dipping into me and pulling out to rub my clit in circles. “Oh, God,” I mumbled. It would be perfectly fine if he wanted to make me come just like that.
“Oh, God, what?” he asked.
“Oh, God, that feels amazing.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you want.” He laid his head against my chest, seeming to listen to my heartbeat as he pushed his fingers deeper into me.
“I want you,” I sighed.
“Where do you want me? How? Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“Between my legs.”
“My body or my face? Tell me what you want, baby.”
Crap, this was hard for me, but I didn’t care anymore. I’d already decided that Liam was the man who would hear me talk this way, the only man. I didn’t have to feel embarrassed, because he wanted it, relished it. “I want you to…”
“To what?” He moved his body lower, looking up at me with those amazing honey eyes. Whatever he did, he wouldn’t have to do it for long, because I was ready to come just from hearing him talk to me. Just from feeling his fingers inside of me. “Say it, Abby.”
I reached up and took hold of his shoulders, kissing his defined chest and stomach. I pushed him down, and he followed my wordless request by kneeling in front of me.
“Say, ‘Liam, I want you to…’”
“Liam, I want you to…lick me.” There, I said it. At least I thought it was my voice, asking for something I’d never had before.
“That’s my good girl. Say please.” His smile was wide and mischievous now.
“Please lick me, Liam.”
“As you wish.” Pushing my legs up and back, making my bottom lift off the sofa seat, he kissed my inner thighs. I braced for first contact, anticipation making me quiver. And then his tongue slid from the very bottom of my hot, wet pussy up to where my pulsing clit was dying for his touch.
He settled in, licking me with strong leisurely strokes for what seemed like hours. I arched my back, turned my head, and closed my eyes, barely stifling a moan when he closed his lips around my clit and sucked it into his mouth. At the same time, he slid his fingers inside me. Then out. Then in. I bucked my hips, forcing his fingers deeper. The hot wet feel of his tongue against me, licking and flicking—coupled with the strong pressure of his fingers—had my release building so suddenly I wanted to weep. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to feel his face between my thighs, his mouth on me, forever. But my body betrayed me.
I bit my lip as my orgasm hit and shudders wracked my body. Liam kept his fingers inside me and I rode them through my release. The whole time, I just barely managed to stop myself from screaming, and that effort as well as the strength of my orgasm left me panting and trembling in Liam’s arms. When I finally managed to open my eyes, it was to see him staring at me intently.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You’re just so beautiful,” he said. “Gorgeous. Your expression when I pleasure you…it makes me feel like the most powerful ma n alive.” His voice was deep and gravelly like he couldn’t get enough breath in to smooth it out.
“I want to feel your power. Come here,” I whispered, urging him up until he was straddling me, his erection resting against my breasts. I stroked it slowly, letting my thumb glide across the pearl of moisture at the tip. Liam moaned and closed his eyes. I stroked him harder. Faster. Spurred on by his moans, which only got longer and deeper. Finally, he grabbed my hands and kissed them. “I—I need to be inside you, Abby. Please.”
I nodded, and he quickly twisted to the side to grab the condom packet. He used his teeth to tear open the wrapper, tossed that aside, then rolled the condom on.
I trembled with anticipation, wanting to feel him inside me so bad. He pulled my legs up around his waist, then took my face in his hands and kissed me, letting his tongue languidly lick every part of the inside of my mouth. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my opening, and then he was inside, pushing steadily deeper. When he was only about half-way in, he kissed his way down my throat and chest, then took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. He licked and softly bit that nipple, then moved to my other breast to do the same. Finally, he pulled back, stared into my eyes, and pushed the rest of the way inside me.
I cried out softly and Liam moaned.
He slowly withdrew then immediately slammed back in. He did it again. Then again, keeping his pace steady. Determined to drag out the pleasure.
I couldn’t stand it. I felt out of control. I wanted to see him the same way. I reached around him, squeezing the tight muscles of his butt and pushing down while at the same time arching my hips up to meet his. He gasped and moved faster, then reached down to pull my legs over his shoulders. The position left me exposed and allowed him to penetrate me even deeper.
I loved it.
I writhed and mewed .
Liam moved faster. Plunged harder. Our bodies slapped together and tiny beads of sweat dotted his forehead and upper lip. I felt him grow and swell inside me. He was close. So was I. A fireball sparked in the pit of my stomach and within minutes grew into a raging inferno that could no longer be contained. I buried my face against his shoulder as I came again, and before I knew what I was doing, I bit him. He bucked and groaned, but instead of finishing, he pulled out and flipped me around so I was on my knees, my hands braced against the back of the sofa.
He slid into me from behind, feeling harder and thicker than he ever had. Big hands on my hips, he pulled me in to meet every one of his heavy, pounding thrusts. I could actually hear the slap of our flesh, the wet suction of my body clinging to his shaft, and my inner muscles squeezed him tight. His hips jerked, losing their steady rhythm just before he buried himself deep then froze. His every muscle taut, he didn’t make a sound, but as he came, I felt the strong, hot jets that burst from him through the condom.
He curled around me, his harsh breaths in my ear, and I rested my forehead against my forearms, trying to get my bearings. Trying to keep just a small part of myself safe from everything he made me feel.
Then he did something that made guarding any part of me impossible.
He whispered my name.
And for the first time in my life, I felt not only loved by a man…but adored.