Shock slams into me and I look over at him in surprise. His eyes are focused on the rocks on the ground.
“At first I was angry, so fucking angry but I was never…hurt. When I separated myself from the situation, I recognized that I never loved her the way a man is supposed to love the woman he’s about to marry. I know this is going to sound screwed up but it’s the truth. I never felt for her even a tenth of what I felt when I first met you or what I feel right now.”
I look over at him and this time he’s staring at me with that same intensity he’s looked at me with before. My breath catches in my throat.
“I’m sorry she did that to you.”
“I’m not. There were signs early on in our relationship that hinted at the kind of person she is, but I ignored them. I couldn’t ignore the cheating.”
I swallow thickly. “Sometimes the way I feel about you scares the crap out of me.” I blurt out.
“Why do you say that?”
Deciding to lay it all out there. “Because…how can I feel so strongly about somebody I just met? It’s crazy but I can’t help it.”
“I thought the same thing initially, but I love you.”
My breath catches. “You-you love me?”
He looks at me intensely “Yes, I’m pretty sure it happened the moment I laid eyes on you standing across my bar.”
I don’t hesitate. “I love you too.”
He’s up off the swing pulling me into his arms before I’ve even finished the sentence. The kiss he lays on my lips is sweet and gentle. The emotions swirling around inside of me are so intense it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My fingernails dig into his shoulders to keep myself upright.
When we pull apart, I whisper, “Take me home.”
Without another word he takes my hand and leads me back to the passenger’s side of his car. I get in and then we ‘re zooming off towards what I guess is his apartment.
He parks in a garage. We bypass the doorman and get into the elevator. He puts in a code and as the doors slide closed he backs me up against the elevator wall.
My breath hitches in my throat as he kisses my forehead, my nose and my freckles. My fingers clutch his hard biceps, fingernails digging in.
“I love these fucking freckles; it was one of the first things I noticed the night we met.”
“I thought the first thing you noticed was my ass,” I breathe.
He pauses his eyes alight with heat and humor. “That too.”
The elevator door opens, and his hands go to said ass squeezing and lifting me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he begins walking.
My lips find his and I nip at his lower lip until he opens. I suck his tongue into my mouth until he groans his grip on my ass tightening.
He bends down and I slid from his arms onto the bed. He strips me out of my dress and heels.
His stare feels like a caress as he takes me in from my face to my toes, his eyes darkening even more.
“You’re so beautiful.” And the way in which he says it makes me believe him.
He begins yanking off his tie and I sit up on the bed wanting to touch him. Needing it like I need my next breath.
“Let me,” I say.
I begin stripping off his shirt, noting the feel off his muscles shifting underneath my hands.
Once his shirt is gone, he makes quick work of getting rid of his pants. I lean back and take him in.
His muscles bulge, the six pack abs and the tattoos are a sight to behold.
His hands find my ankles dragging me to the edge of the bed before he kneels.
My breath hitches when he drags my panties down and throws them behind him.
“You don…you don’t have to do this.”
His eyes meet mine from between my legs as he wedges one and then the other shoulder between them stretching me wide.
“I want to, and you will too in a minute. Trust me.”
I’ve never felt so exposed in all my life, but I do trust him. More than I’ve ever trusted anybody in my life.
He leans down breathing deeply. His eyes close a look of what I can only describe as rapture crossing his face.
“Fuck you smell good.”
“Liam…” I murmur, desire unfurling inside me swiftly.
His tongue comes out to lick me in one swipe. Pleasure arcs through me sending my back up off the bed.
He holds my hips in place to keep me from moving around as he goes to work.
His tongue winds up one side and down the other, never touching where I need him to the most. I whimper wanting him, no needing him to relieve the pressure building up inside of me at an alarming rate.
He groans “You taste so fucking good.”
His tongue took another long lick of my lips before wrapping around my clit and sucking hard. A scream tears from my throat the pleasure so intense that it sends me over the edge. I come hard screaming his name in the process.
I lay spent trying to catch my breath. I feel the bed shifting and then I feel his breath on my face. My eyes flutter open to find his face a few inches from my own. His eyes have darkened to a mossy green.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he presses his body into mine. I feel his dick hardened against my stomach and just like that I’m wet again.
I moan as I wrap my arms and legs around him wiggling to get closer to him.
