Page 103 of Baseball and Shifters

“I’m sorry, ignore him,” Liam says awkwardly. “Obviously he can’t read the room.”

I trace a path down his chest to the v in his hip muscles that leads my hand on a perfect path. When I reach his length, I wrap my fingers around his shaft and squeeze just a little.

“Or maybe he knows exactly what I need,” my voice comes out husky and filled with desire. “Make me forget his touch… Please.”

Liam’s breath catches. For a second he just looks at me like I’ve hung the moon. His hand comes up to cradle my face, his thumb brushing my cheek like he’s photographing the moment in his mind.

“Shadow Girl,” he says, voice gentle and low, “you don’t ever have to beg me to love you.”

Then he kisses me.

It starts slow. The kind of kiss meant to unravel grief thread by thread. But the moment my tongue brushes his, everything sharpens. Heat coils low in my belly and I press myself closer, needing more.

More of his hands, his mouth, his weight pressed against me.

His hands find my hips, gripping them just enough to make me gasp. The sound undoes him. He lifts me with ease, pressing me against the cool tile as he kneels before me, throwing my legs over his shoulders.

“Hang on, Shadow Girl,” he says with a devilish grin before his tongue finds my core.

One of his hands snakes up, finding my nipple, rolling it between two fingers before pinching it slightly, drawing another gasp. His other arm firmly circles my waist, supporting the majority of my weight while he devours me like a starving man. When I'm on the edge of falling apart he pinches my nipple and pulls away from my core, smirking up at me.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh, not yet, Shadow Girl.” His breath fans across my aching clit and I whine as I come down from my almost orgasm.

When my breathing evens out he resumes kneading my breasts in turn and dives back in with his mouth, latching on and sucking my swollen clit into his mouth. My back arches and I return almost instantly to the precipice of that cliff. His expert tongue brings me to the edge and backs off three more times, making me a sweaty, panting, mess. I almost cry when hereleases me. When I’m standing on shaky legs he rises to meet me, claiming my pouting lip with a small nip.

“No pouting, Shadow Girl. I just want to find a better place to sink inside you.” He winks and shuts off the water.

Gathering me in his arms, we exit the shower and cross over to the expanse of counter between sinks right in the center of the mirror on the wall. He sets me on my feet, turning me to face the mirror and places my hands on the counter.

“Bend over just like that, Shadow Girl,” He whispers in my ear making goosebumps erupt across my body. “And watch in the mirror as I make you come undone.”

The wicked glint in his eye only turns me on more as he takes his place behind me. I watch in the mirror as he lines himself up. Maybe it’s the devouring in the shower or maybe it’s the burning need inside me, but he meets no resistance as he sinks fully into me in one smooth thrust.

We both moan. His a low, broken sound that shoots straight through me. I grip the edge of the counter, trying to ground myself, but the sight of us in the mirror is almost too much. His hands on my hips. My lips, kiss swollen, and parted in silent ecstasy. The way he looks at me like I'm everything he’s ever needed.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, thrusting deep and slow, his eyes locked on mine through the mirror. “Taking my dick like a good girl. You’re fucking perfect.”

His pace is measured at first. Controlled. But every movement makes my toes curl. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my spine, then shoulder, then neck, then right behind my ear.

“You’re mine. Ours,” he growls. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to see you like this.”

Goosebumps race down my spine as I whimper his name.

He speeds up, hips snapping forward with a force that knocks a choked cry from my throat. The sound only spurs him on.I brace myself against the counter, meeting each thrust as he pounds into me from behind, filling me over and over. Staking his claim on my body, my heart, my soul.

Our eyes stay locked in the mirror and it’s electric. Watching the way he wrecks me, the way he knows how to make me fall apart for him. When one hand slips down to circle my clit, the combination shatters me.

I come with a cry, my knees buckling slightly, and he catches me. He pulls me upright against his chest as his rhythm grows more frantic. He buries his face in my neck, groaning my name as he finds his release, hips jerking erratically until he’s empty and breathless against me.

We stay like that for a moment, both trembling. Bodies slick with steam and sweat. He kisses my cheek, then my temple before sliding free from me and leading us both back to the shower.

“You okay?” He whispers when we’re back under the warm spray.

I nod, overwhelmed in the best of ways. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For putting me back together.”

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