Page 53 of Aim Assist

"I don't regret a single fucking second with you, Amy." His voice is low and rough, laced with a passion that threatens to buckle my knees. "Not the night we had together, not the way you make me feel. None of it."

I swallow hard, my heart stuttering in my chest. The sincerity radiating from him is almost too much to bear. I want to look away but I'm pinned in place by his piercing gaze, hardly breathing.

"You're not just some way to recapture my youth or whatever other bullshit you might be thinking." Liam reaches out to cup my face with one large, calloused hand.

"This, between us? It's real, Amy."

Shit. I was trying to avoid heavy conversation. This should have been lighthearted flirting, and now he's coming out of nowhere with an ambush of feelings.

Avoiding Liam's intense scrutiny, I turn to keep walking.

It's obvious by now that I'm not going to engage in any meaningful conversation. My panic meter is rising. I can't do feelings. I'm not a feelings kind of girl. I'm more of a take each day as it comes kind of girl.

Remember, I'm an expert at sweeping shit under a rug.

I can't handle the raw emotion in his eyes, the weight of his words.

Liam's hand clasps mine, his fingers interlacing with my own as he tugs me close to his side. The heat of his body seeps into me where our thighs brush with each step along the shore. Sand shifts beneath my feet, the damp grains clinging to my toes.

"It's okay, Amy." His deep voice washes over me like the waves lapping at the beach. "I can wait. They say patience comes with age."

I risk a glance at him, my lips quirking in gratitude as he lets yet another topic slip by. "Are you saying you're an old man?"

"Compared to you? Absolutely ancient." Liam grins, the laugh lines at the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose there have to be some perks to your advanced years." I bump my shoulder against his playfully. "Aside from the senior citizen discount at Denny's, of course."

"Ouch!" He clutches his chest with his free hand in mock affront. "You really know how to wound a guy's ego, you know that?"

"It's a special skill."

Liam's hand glides down my back, leaving a trail of sparks in the ghostly impression of his touch. It comes to rest right above the curve of my ass, and I can't help sucking in a sharp breath.

My pussy throbs at that simple touch, my skin tingling where his fingers splay possessively.

Liam has no problem starting something with eyes on us, and the idea that he might as we walk on the crowded beach has me clenching my thighs together as I walk.

Fuck. It's been so long already as I've tried to ignore his presence. Tried not to think about the mind-blowing fuck we'd managed after so much teasing foreplay.

But he doesn't make any other moves, just keeps staring straight ahead as we continue our leisurely stroll along the beach.

The anticipation builds, his hand a heavy weight that promises pleasure. I bite my lip, waiting for him to grab a handful of my ass or slip his fingers lower...

"So, your handle is AmYDeadYet?"

His sudden question jolts me out of my lust-fogged daze. I blink up at him, struggling to switch mental gears.

"Um, yeah." I clear my throat, trying to act nonchalant as my brain focuses on his fingers, wishing he'd slide them lower and slip them under my skirt. "Why?"

Liam shrugs, the movement jostling me slightly since we're pressed so close together. "Figured you might want to know mine, since I found out yours today."

He's building to something, and it isn't to finger-fuck me on the beach in front of hundreds of strangers. Hauling my brain out of the gutter, I let him guide me further up the beach, away from the water. The tide's rolling in. "What's your username, Liam?"

"It's one you should recognize."

"Oh?"

He's doing what I'm doing; looking around. Figuring out how close people are. What they're doing. How much they notice around them.

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