She took his hand and glided it over her hip then in front of her. She pulled up the loose T-shirt she was wearing and slid his hand between her legs.
Fuck, she wasn’t wearing any panties. And …
“Oh, fuck, baby. You’re drenched.”
The slickness glazed his fingertips.
Her hand found his cock and she squeezed it. It pulsed in her grip.
“Oh, God, I need you,” she whimpered.
Then she dragged his tip over her slick folds, glazing him with her slickness.
“Kitten, slow it down. I want to—”
Too late.
She pressed him to her opening and he groaned at the delightful warmth of her surrounding him as she pushed his thick shaft inside her.
She wrapped her leg around his thigh, holding him tight to her body. Then she lay there, staring into his eyes.
“It feels so good.” She sounded like she was near tears, but sweet, poignant tears of pleasure.
They lay there for an eternity, staring into each other’s eyes, their bodies joined.
She squeezed him with internal muscles, filling him with a gut-wrenching ache. Then she did it again and he groaned.
“Fuck, love. This is incredible. Being inside you like this.”
It felt intimate and agonizingly sweet. It was like she’d found his deepest and most powerful longings and fulfilled them with the comfort of her body.
It was like being home.
This was what it felt like to be accepted unconditionally. To be truly loved.
And he saw it in her face.
Her fingertips rested on his cheek and glided slowly over the stubble. Love glowed in her beautiful blue eyes. She squeezed him again and he moaned. His cock throbbed, and he knew that he could easily come any second. One stroke would probably do it.
But he didn’t want this to end.
He tightened his arm around her waist, keeping her tight to him, almost losing it as that small movement pushed his cock a little deeper inside her.
“I’m so close, Liam. Please make me come.”
Oh, fuck, her words slammed straight through him. His cock twitched, needing to move inside her so badly he thought he’d die.
She squeezed him again and …
“Oh, fuck!” His groin tightened and heat blasted through him.
She moaned and contracted tighter around his shaft, her face contorting into that familiar expression of blissful abandon.
“Oh, God, Liam,” she gasped. “I’m … coming.”
He rolled her onto her back and pumped into her as his cock exploded inside her, filling her with his seed. He found her clit and stroked it. Her moans grew louder as she rocketed to another orgasm.
He ground deep into her, pinning her to the bed as he continued to stroke her clit.
She sucked in a breath, then moaned again, finding her third orgasm.
He kept her at the crest for a long, long time, reveling in her sweet moans of pleasure, but finally he relented and let her fade back to earth.
She sucked in air, trying to catch her breath. But when he tried to roll away, she held tight. “Don’t leave me. Not yet.”
Those words bore through him, making his heart ache.
“Never, kitten. I’ll never leave you.”
His mouth found hers and he kissed her passionately. Then he stroked her hair back.
“God, baby, I love you so much.”
Her eyes filled with uncertainty, but then she cupped his face and pulled him into another kiss.
He grasped her hips and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Now she lay on top of him, his cock still deep inside her. Impossibly, it was still hard.
She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly.
This was heaven. Holding her like this. Loving her like this.
Her breathing settled into a steady rhythm, deep and even, and soon he realized she was asleep.
He held her close, not wanting to fall asleep himself. Not wanting to miss a single second of her in his arms like this.
* * *
Abi woke up to find herself draped over Liam, her ear against his heart, the steady sound of his heartbeat soothing.
Last night, when he’d turned out the light and cuddled her close, she’d been surprised. She’d known she should be relieved she could just go to sleep without any worry of disappointing him, but she’d been aroused all evening, her hormones not giving her any peace. Lying in his arms, with his warmth and heady masculine scent surrounding her, she couldn’t fall asleep.
Couldn’t think straight.
After hours of struggling with her conflicting desires, she’d finally turned to face him, needing to see his face. In the soft light of the moon, his face had had an ethereal glow, making him look almost godlike.
She’d stared at those perfect features, unable to tear her gaze away.
Then he’d opened his eyes.
What had followed had been dreamlike. Perfect.
Intensely moving.
Then, when he’d said he loved her, doubt had quivered through her, as it always did. She wanted him to love her so badly. But she knew he didn’t.
He couldn’t.
But for the first time in a very long time she wondered …
Was it possible he actually could?
* * *
Liam awoke as he felt Abi move from his body and slip out of bed. He blinked his eyes open to see her hurrying to the bathroom. He pushed himself to his feet and walked to the door she closed behind herself. Then he heard her retching.
He tapped and walked in, then like yesterday, he pulled back her hair and sat with her through her ordeal. Once she was settled on the chaise, he fetched her a glass of water and gave her a packet of saltines. He sat beside her, his arm around her waist as she nibbled the crackers.
“Thanks,” she murmured.
He smiled and kissed her forehead. “Anytime, baby.”
When she felt well enough to stand up and walk back to the bedroom, he took her hand and walked by her side, but before she sat on the bed, he pulled her into his arms and held her close.
“Last night was incredible,” he murmured against the crown of her head, then kissed her, her hair soft against his lips.
“Liam.” She drew back and gazed up at him. “Last night … when you
