Page 27 of Stronger Than Love

“Liam.” My voice was nothing more than a moan.

His lips and hands set me on fire as they reacquainted themselves with every desperate inch of my skin. How could he be everywhere at once, touching and tasting until the pressure in my stomach felt ready to erupt? He slipped my skirt from me, his intake of breath making my pulse jump.

Red lace panties, just like the first night we were together.

His finger traced the outline of them with a reverent touch, his thumb rubbing over my pelvic bone. “Are you trying to kill me?” he asked in a harsh voice.

“No…” I took a ragged breath. “You said we had one last summer together, so I wanted to return to the one when we were happiest.”

His eyes met mine and locked. “It heralded our end.”

A sad smile touched my lips. “Life changes us in so many ways. Nothing lasts forever, Liam.”

There was nothing left to say about how it ended. I would never find the strength to tell him my biggest secret—that I hadn’t been able to save the one life that mattered most to me. The life of our child.

My fingers unfastened his jeans. “One last summer,” I repeated. “No regrets.”

He dragged his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. “No regrets.”

Ropes of muscles stretched across his chest, his pectoral muscles flexing as he moved. He even possessed the six-pack and special V that men strived to achieve, and women drooled over. His deltoids demonstrated his hours devoted to physical labour. I chewed the inside of my mouth when his jeans dropped to the floor.

So many nights alone in the dark my fantasies had involved this man. I’d touched myself to the memory of him. Now he stood here, staring down at me, his eyes dark and heavy with desire and his cock erect and pointed at me. There was no doubt in my mind that it would fit inside me,it had so many times before, but fear mixed with arousal deep in my stomach, and nervous butterflies beat a tribal beat.

Liam’s fingers lifted my chin to meet his gaze. “Eyes on me.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat I stood to face him in nothing but my red lace panties. His eyes slowly moved over my body, raking over me and leaving tingles in their wake. Hot flames of desire flickered in my core as I almost felt his touch ghosting over me.

Liam reached out and traced his hand from my throat, over my body, until it reached the apex between my thighs. His gaze flicked back up to mine and the shade of blue deepened as he took a step forward, his jaw tightening.

Suddenly everything felt too much. The need to run battled with the desire to lie on the bed, open my legs, and beg him to take me. Without a single word, I turned and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself on my hands and knees to present my ass to him. The image of our first time together haunted me, his eyes boring into mine with their intensity. Intimacy like that tonight would break me.

The bed dipped and the sensation of his flesh covering mine caused a shiver to trickle down my spine. His breath tickled my ear. “I’ve never been with anyone else without a condom.”

I knew what he was telling me and what he was asking. The pill failed us the last time and there were no guarantees this time, but I wanted to feel him the way I had when we were younger.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” I finally managed to grate out.

Holy moly this was really happening, and every nerve of my body was on high alert, the hairs on his legs causing a delicious friction where they touched my smooth skin.

Liam’s hands lightly massaged my shoulders before his palms moved sensually down my back, sweeping round to caress my breasts. My ass arched up and my head tucked into his shoulder.

“You’re every fantasy I’d had come to life,” he muttered, his lips setting fire to my throat as he trailed kisses down to my shoulder.

My entire plan had been that this would be less personal, yet he managed to engulf my senses and send my pulse racing. His erection rubbed between my legs, stimulating that place only he had touched sexually. His right hand slid down the front of my stomach, and my eyes fluttered shut so that I would silence all my senses but touch.

Lower and lower he moved seductively until his fingers slipped inside my panties.

Fuck!

My mouth fell open at the feel of his fingers delicately parting my nether lips to gently massage my clit that seemed to be connected to every neuron in my body. I did a full body jerk as he pinched the tiny bundle of nerves between his finger and thumb and gently rubbed.

Liam growled and bit down on my shoulder, my fingers clutched the sheet.

There hadn’t been a moment of that summer we experimented that I’d forgotten, but now it felt different… More intense… As if my soul had been holding its breath for this moment.

“I can’t control this anymore,” he said against my shoulder.

“Then don’t,” I simply replied.

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