When he finishes, I open my eyes to find him watching me again, his gaze soft but intense, as if he’s memorizing me just as much as I am him. I reach for the hem of his shirt, my fingers brushing his damp skin as I help undress him. He lets me, silent, eyes never leaving mine.
I run my hands over his chest slowly, exploring the firm lines of muscle, the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. He’s solid and steady, and yet somehow trembling under my touch. When I look up again, he’s already stepping closer, pulling me gently under the spray of water with him.
The heat hits me instantly, a soothing, enveloping rush that sinks into my bones. I lean against him, chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart.
We don’t say anything. There’s no need. His arms wrap around me, anchoring me to him. His chin rests on the top of my head, and I close my eyes, letting the moment wash over me. I’ve never felt safer. I’ve never felt more wanted.
If this is love—and I’m starting to believe it is—then it’s nothing like I expected.
It’s deeper.
Quieter.
Stronger.
It’s Liam.
And he’s already in my heart, whether either of us is ready to say the words out loud or not.
“I adore you,” Liam whispers as he roams his hands over my soaked body.
I blink up at him. “I adore you too.”
He leans in, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is tender at first, like we’re exploring each other for the first time, but then grows more urgent. Like he can’t get enough of me.
I definitely can’t get enough of him. That’s for sure.
In an instant my body grows needy.
He smiles down at me after breaking the kiss. “You’re so damn perfect.”
He keeps calling me this, but I can’t help but remember him saying that there’s so much more out there for me. Does he not believe in what we’re building here?
“So are you.” I want him to know that what he’s feeling isn’t one-sided. That I want this as much as he does. Possibly more. “You’re perfect too,” I reiterate.
He trails kisses down my neck, his hands squeezing my hips. “I need inside you.”
I lean my head back, wanting him more and more as every second ticks by. “Yes,” I moan out.
He reaches between our bodies, his fingers landing on my most sensitive spot, and he toys with my clit as he continues trailing kisses down my body. He clamps his mouth over one breast, and then the other. His tongue plays with my nipple, and he gently bites down.
“Oh, please. Daddy, I need you.”
He spins me around. “Palms on the tile. Legs spread.” I do as he says, and he grabs a handful of my left ass cheek. “Fuck, you’re going to feel so good from this position.”
He glides his hand through my wetness, and my body instantly comes alive from his touch. He leans me forward, my cheek pressing against the cool tile as he nudges the head of his dick inside me.
I arch my back, loving the way he feels when he pushes inside me. “Ah, Daddy,” I moan out, feeling a little sore, but nothing I can’t handle. “Go slow, please.”
He runs a hand down my back. “Are you okay?”
I nod, or at least try to. “I’m fine. I just need you to start off slowly. I need to get used to you again.”
He runs his mouth over my shoulder, his large body hovering so closely to mine. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know, Daddy.” It makes me smile that every time I call him ‘daddy’ his dick jerks a little inside me. Like calling him that turns him on so much. “Daddy,” I say once more for good measure.
He bites into my shoulder. “You’re killing me, little girl.”