Page 134 of Not That Impossible

“Yeah?” he said.

“Yeah. Yes.Yes.Oh, please. Do that again. It feels so good. Uhn. Uhn. Oh. Oh, Liam. Ohhhhh. F-f-fuuuuck. Yeah. Yeah. Right there.”

He muffled my outpouring with a kiss as he worked his hips.

“Hhhhhn,” I said into his mouth, and tore away to pant up at the ceiling.

He went for my neck instead, biting and kissing as he sped up.

“Ah,” I said. “Ah. Ah. Ah. Uhn.”

He was shaking against me and for a moment I thought he was coming already, but then it hit me: he was laughing.

“I know I’m loud. Oh! Oh! Oh my god. I know, I can’t—oh, Liam. Please fuck me. Please, I need—”

He stopped kissing my neck to push up onto his forearms. He sped up again. The bed was creaking. The headboard started a fast, rapid bang against the wall.

My legs had been wrapped high around his waist. I let them drop, and pushed up into his thrusts. His eyes flared and his smile turned feral. I reached both arms over my head to brace against the headboard and push back hard against him.

“Yeah,” he growled, and ducked down to quickly lick then bite at my mouth. “Fuck, you’re strong. I love it.”

I locked eyes with him and used my body to goad him on.

Liam’s eyes were blazing. The tender, cherishing touches and smooth, rocking thrusts had given way to a fierce battle as we tussled our way toward orgasm.

Euphoria billowed inside me. I tipped my head back, gasping, and moaned as he went for my exposed throat, sucking hard and scraping his teeth over my skin.

“Liam,” I said, running a hand up his back, feeling the power in the rolling muscles of his shoulders. I gripped his hair. “Liam.”

“What? What do you want, what do you need? I’ll give you—”

“Oh.” I stuttered and my muscles locked as I started to come. I blinked up, startled, into his harsh face. “I love you.”

He slowed his hips to a gentle pump and worked me through the orgasm, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. I relaxed into a shimmering heap of satisfaction beneath him, and smiled up at him.

He returned my smile, his expression wide open. “I love you,” he said roughly, slid his knees wider, powered into me three more times, and came.

I held him through it, and I fell asleep even as he was gathering me in his arms and rolling us to the side.

30

Icracked my eyes open and stared blankly ahead. My room was softly lit by dim morning light. I had a fairly reliable body clock, and tended to wake up around six even without a phone alarm.

Which was a good thing, since my phone was downstairs in the kitchen where I’d left it before Liam had arrived. Nothing had existed for the last ten hours beyond my room, my bed, and my…boyfriend?

Liam.

He was spooning me.

The man had me in a full-body lock that I was going to have to do some serious work to squirm out of.

I was a cuddler, but Liam was next level. He was an octopus.

I got up once in the night to go to the loo. Within seconds of me staggering back to bed, he’d dragged me over the mattress, tucked me under him, grunted with satisfaction, and that was it.

I’d been quivering with excitement, more than ready for round two.

He, I’d realised when I prodded him after a good thirty seconds of nothing but heavy breathing ruffling my short hair, had been fast asleep.

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