Page 54 of Aim Assist

When his hand finally slides a little lower, resting firmly on my ass as we head further away from the water, my breath hitches.

Liam's hand moves then, to my hip, guiding me until I'm walking ahead of him. The heat of his body radiates against my back, sending a shiver down my spine despite the lack of contact between us. His fingers slide to the front as my steps slow, massaging into the crease of my thighs with deliberate pressure.

I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips at his touch, my body responding instantly.

"So," Liam murmurs, his chest bumping against my back and his breath hot against my ear, "have you figured it out yet? My username?"

Username? My mind scrambles, trying to recall our conversation. But it's impossible to think straight with his hands on me like this, his touch igniting a fire in my veins.

"I..." My voice comes out breathless, trembling. "I don't..."

Liam chuckles, a low, wicked sound that vibrates through me. "You don't remember?" His fingers inch lower, teasing over the fabric of my skirt. "I'm hurt, Amy. And here I thought I had your full attention."

Full attention? He has no idea. Every nerve ending in my body is attuned to him. Every part of me wants to grab onto him and beg him for more.

I swallow hard, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. "I forgot what we were talking about." The admission falls from my lips, laced with a needy whine, as his fingers skim right over the apex of my thighs. If my clothes were out of the way, he'd be so damn close to where I want his fingers.

"Mmm, I can see that." Liam's voice is a low rumble, filled with masculine satisfaction. "Seems like I'm distracting you." One finger rubs a slow, deliberate circle over my clothed clit, making my hips jerk. "Maybe I should stop..."

Thank fuck there's no one in front of us. I'm sure we look suspicious as hell the way we're walking, especially now that we've slowed to a fucking snail's pace, but—God.

"No!" The word bursts out of me, desperate and pleading. I plant my feet against the ground, leaving space for his hand to dive between my legs.

The man is going to kill me by doing these sinful things when people can see us, but I'm loving every goddamn second of it.

"Don't stop. Please."

I can feel his smile against my temple, his lips grazing my skin. "Since you asked so nicely..." He increases the pressure, rubbing harder, and I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder.

Nothing else matters except his touch, the way he's making me feel. The beach, the people around us, our entire conversation... It all fades away, narrowing down to this one perfect, agonizing moment, the frustration only increasing the pleasure I feel as he hits the perfect angle, sending pulses of need straight through me with every stroke.

"Liam," I breathe, my voice a needy rasp. "I need..."

"Shh. There are children here. We can't corrupt the children."

His hand disappears, and I want to throttle him for ditching me when I was so fucking close. "Liam, I swear to fucking God I'm going to murder you."

"God would be devastated to hear such words, Amy. Are you a sinner? Do we need to go to confession?"

The image of him playing with me in the middle of a church sends a wave of lust so strong, I'm positive my panties are dripping.

Holy shit. I've never been a church kind of girl, but—I'm about two seconds from begging him to break into a church and fuck me on the altar. Or in a confessional.

"Maybe next time," he murmurs into my ear, and I whine with the frustration of arousal so strong that I can almost come from the sound of his voice alone.

Almost. But not quite.

He nudges me forward. "So, about that username…"

Amy

"Username?" I ask in confusion.

My thighs are a little slick, rubbing together as I walk. Just enough friction to drive me insane when paired with the warmth of his body at my back, but not enough to help me get to any level of relief I need.

He's steering us to a few tables behind the hotel, with large umbrellas providing shade from the sun. The crowd at the beach is packing up, and the tables are empty.

My heart races as Liam guides me to a secluded chaise behind the tables. It's not entirely private, but the corner location offers some seclusion from passersby.

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