Chapter 35 #2
With that, he crashes his lips to mine, and I melt into him, stumbling through the stream of water raining down on us.
Liam walks us backward, our lips still entangled, until I'm sandwiched between the wall and his now-slick body.
He plants his palms against the marble on either side of my head, and like I always do, I feel safe between his arms.
"I missed you," I admit, dragging my hands down the muscles in his back.
This was the first time Liam was away since things changed between us. And the quick texts here and there filling him in on how Ruthie was doing were barely enough to hold me over.
"You have no idea," he says, dropping kisses down my neck. He nips at the line of my jaw, and I arch into him.
"Next time you leave, maybe we can talk—"
"The next time I leave…" He pulls away, and spins me around so that my back is flush against his chest. "You're coming with me."
I look for him over my shoulder, only to find him pumping that same sweet body wash into the palm of his hand.
"I can't," I say, waiting for his touch to return. He rubs his palms together, inhaling deeply as the scent wafts toward him, then runs them down the length of my arms. I lean my back against him, my head falling into the divot between his pecs. "I have a soccer game to win… remember?"
Liam hums, his hands gliding to the front of me, his palms slick as they pass over my ribs and float past my nipples. "That's right," he whispers into my ear. I whimper when he squeezes me in both hands. "Thank you for being so good to my little girl."
I shake my head, pushing my hips back into him, feeling how much this is teasing him too. "She's good to me." His fingers trail past my belly button, dancing just above my clit. "Mmm," I moan. "And so are you."
"I told you," he says. "You deserve the damn world."
He takes my chin in his hand, turning my head so that my mouth meets his. I swallow his growl as he kisses me like he's starving for it.
I know I was.
"Maybe we should tell her," he says suddenly, his lips still pressed to mine.
I suck in a breath, but the reality is, the idea doesn't scare me—not as much as it should. Maybe it's because he's swirling slow circles over my most sensitive spot. Maybe it's because I'm just more comfortable now with the idea of us. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm falling for him.
"You think?" I pant, reaching my arm up to wrap my hand around his neck.
"Maybe…" He slides one finger down my center. "It just sort of feels right."
I nod against him. "I know what you mean."
He stills, his breath warm on my ear. "So, what do you think?" I turn to meet his gaze, and he searches my face. "I know this wasn't necessarily the plan."
I think about what that will mean—that things will really change between us.
A slight panic rushes through me, but I chalk it up to how fast things are going.
I search his face, finding only hope in his expression, and that calms the nerves that were building before.
I tell myself it's normal to be anxious starting something new, and then I tell him the truth.
"I think I trust you," I say, spinning in his arms and linking mine behind his neck. "And if that's what you think is best then… I'm in."
Liam presses his mouth to mine, his teeth brushing my lips as he smiles through the kiss. Reluctantly, I pull back. “But after the game, okay? I don’t want her to think that was why I said yes.”
He runs his knuckles down my cheek, an easy grin tugging at one corner of his mouth. "She's lucky to have you."
The acknowledgement hits me, low and warm, sparking something in me I hadn't realized went dim. He must notice it—recognize it even—because he twitches between us, his expression shifting back to one that causes an ache between my thighs.
"So am I," he says, his hands exploring me again, making their way back to my clit.
I suck in air, savoring the warm water around us as a chill races down my spine. That spark ignites a fire, and I reach down and take him in my palm, stroking the length of him just once. "Then have me."
Tension grows in his jaw, but the breath he expels tells me he wants that too. He walks his fingers down to where my pussy is wet—ready for him like it has been for days.
"After," he grinds out, stroking the opening.
I don't need other words—I know what he means. We stick to our rule until we tell Ruthie.
Slow.
And he's right. We should. We will. But that doesn't mean I don't still want more now. And judging by the way he groans when I brush my thumb past his tip, he still wants just a little more too.
"After," I echo, tightening my grip.
As if my words were permission, Liam plunges two fingers deep inside me.
But he doesn't go slow.
He moves with a relentless rhythm, getting me there faster than I thought was possible. Within minutes—seconds even—my back hits the wall again, and with his hand braced above me, I start to unravel.
My legs give out as my orgasm rips through me, days worth of waiting and wanting, rising to the surface. I don't even try to fight it. When they buckle, I let gravity pull me right to my knees, falling to the tile floor through the rush of water above us.
Then, I'm on him the same way—hungry and greedy. It's fast and reckless, just like falling for him feels, but Liam doesn't falter. He meets my pace, pumping in and out of me without missing a beat. Getting there just as quickly as I did.