Page 101 of Because of Liam

“I’m on the pill.”

His stare is so intense I have to look away. My teeth nibble on my bottom lip, but it’s too late to take the words back. What if he doesn’t want me like that? Bare? What if the idea disgusts him because of what happened before. What if—

He shuts down the train wreck of thoughts in my mind with a kiss so fierce it bruises my lips. A second later he’s sliding inside of me. No hesitation, no pause, no holding back. He fills me up completely and shudders. Our lips part and his forehead touches mine, then drops to my shoulder.

“Oh, God . . .” he moans into my neck.

“I have . . .”

Thrust.

“Never . . .”

Thrust.

“Ever . . .”

Thrust

“Been . . .”

Thrust.

“Bare with anyone else before.”

He stills inside of me this time. His hold on me tightens. He’s trembling, his skin covered in shivers. I hold Liam to me, wrapping myself around him, arms, legs and soul.

“So good, so good, so good, babe.”

His lips find mine, gentle, commanding, giving. He moves again—ripples of pleasure take over me, sail over my skin, roll under my spine, awaken a hunger in my body that demands satisfaction. I move with him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own. I lace my fingers into his hair, tugging him to me closer still.

Our bodies move, find a tempo, building, building, building until I’m ready to explode.

Crescendo.

When the orgasm hits us—his and mine in synchronicity —it rips through us both, hot, blissful, a high like no other. It comes at me like a tsunami on a loop. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples over my body. I’m overtaken by a pleasure so intense, it hurts. It hurts in the best of ways. My lungs are robbed of air. My body convulses in sweet agony. It lasts seconds, minutes, days. All of eternity, contained in a moment of pure bliss.

Liam’s body, still thrumming with rapid breaths, takes an extra minute to relax into mine. My own breath is shallow and rapid. As each heartbeat slows to normal, the weight of satisfaction settles over me like a warm blanket and I can feel myself drifting to sleep.

I wake up hours later in my own bed with Liam curled around me. Big spoon and little spoon style. The memory of him moving inside of me bare sends tingles over my skin. I don’t remember getting to my own bed. Liam must have carried me. I can’t believe I slept through it, and it feels like he cleaned me up too. A tinge of embarrassment mingles with a latent desire. Knowing he carried me and cleaned me up touches something inside of me, makes me feel more than loved, makes me feel cherished.

Liam’s arm tightens around my waist, and he pulls me even closer to him.

“Hey,” he murmurs into my hair. “You passed out on me. Scared me a little.”

I turn just enough so I can look at him, the extra inch of space between our bodies already making me miss the touch of his bare skin on mine.

“Knocked out by orgasms.” I giggle.

The smile that takes over his face is so full of pride and self-satisfaction, it makes me laugh louder.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m a corpsman and well trained in CPR and mouth-to-mouth.”

“Yeah, want to show me some of that technique?”

He does. Again.

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