Page 75 of A Vine Mess
Liam was the one to break the kiss, only so he could rest his forehead against mine and whisper, “You mean it?”
I angled my head so our lips brushed and said, “Always. I love you, Liam Danvers.”
“And I love you, Ella Delatou.”
His hand rose from the water, fingertips tracing my lips, my cheekbone, tucking my hair behind my ear before burying at the nape of my neck. Thumb under my jaw, he pressed against my pulse, and I could feel it thumping against him, fluttering rapidly. Then he dragged his palm along my neck, along my collarbone, until it came to rest over my heart.
“This heart is mine now,” he said. “And I promise I’ll take good care of it.”
“I know you will,” I said. “That’s why I’m trusting you with it.”
“And you get mine in return.” Almost absently, his hand slid lower, the rough pad of his thumb arcing across my nipple in a way that had me gasping and arching into him. “Actually, I think you’ve always had it.”
“Liam?” I breathed.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Kiss me.”
He straightened to look into my eyes, smiling softly before he did as I asked.
The kiss was tender in that I could feel him pouring all of his love and adoration into it, reminding me not only with his words but with his body how deeply he cherished me, and how safe I was with him. I responded in kind, looping my arms around his neck and pressing myself flush against him until there was absolutely no space to be found between us.
“Think we’ll get in trouble if I fuck you right here, Wildflower?” he murmured against my mouth, moving his lips away to press them to my cheek, jaw, throat, pausing at the crook of my neck and scraping his teeth over that sensitive spot just above my collarbone. Like he wanted to be gentle with me but couldn’t help let a little bit of ferality slip through.
“I thinkyou’ll get in trouble if you don’t.”
“My girl,” he breathed. “Fuck, what did I do to deserve you?”
I didn’t answer, and he didn’t seem to expect one as he moved us deeper into the hot spring, walking me backward until he was setting me down on the natural stone ledge on the far side. Brazenly, I leaned back on my hands and spread my legs wide, hooking my heels on the edge, baring myself fully to him.
“Fuck.”
I chuckled, which quickly morphed into a low moan as he reached out and swiped his thumb through my slit.
“Tell me I can have you like this,” he said, his eyes never leaving that exposed apex. “Tell me you don’t give a fuck if someonewalks out here and sees you getting off on my tongue.”
“It’s yours, Liam. All of it. But especially my pussy.”
“Fucking right it is,” he told me, grinning as his eyes flicked up to mine as he drifted closer and sank lower so his face was level with my sex.
Using two fingers to spread me open, he licked from back to front, agonizingly slow, and I canted my head to the side as another moan slipped free. I wanted to pay attention, couldn’t think of anything hotter than watching how much this man enjoyed unraveling me, so I rested my head on my shoulder, eyes heavily-lidded as he dove into his meal.
The only way to describe his expression was pure bliss as he ate me, lapping at my pussy like I was a treat he couldn’t get enough of, passing that pleasure onto me until my limbs were singing with it. I’d never felt like this with another man before, and that simply heightened every sensation until I was acutely aware of each wave of ecstasy zipping through my veins.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he murmured against me, tongue tracing a path around my clit, toying with me. My hand went to his hair, yanking, and he chuckled darkly. “Patience, Wildflower. You want my fingers too?”
“Please.”
He inserted two painstakingly slowly until I was bucking against him, desperate for him to fill me completely.
“My needy fucking girl,” he praised. “Never happy until your cunt is completely full. So be a good girl and come on my tongue so I can give you the cock you so desperately want.”
“You want it too,” I snapped, though the words lacked any heat behind them, especially when they were cut off by the moanhe dragged from me as he pumped his fingers in and out and scraped his teeth at my clit. “Fuck, Liam. I love when you’re rough.”
“You like me unhinged?”
“I fucking need it. Need to know you feel as unglued as me when I remember I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. That every part of you belongs to me.”
