Page 79 of Aim Assist

"Ah."

Quiet again.

"You know, when we first met in Monterey, I had this weird feeling like I was cheating on my internet boyfriend because I thought you were so hot."

Okay, that wasn't what I was expecting. It sounds promising, though, so I step closer. "Yeah?"

"I had a total crush on you and the way you handle zombies." This time, she steps closer.

We're not that far apart. I could easily yank her into my arms. Kiss her breathless. Devour her.

But I keep my hands down.

"I had one, too. When I realized you were my internet crush, all I wanted to do is tie you down."

Ah, shit. Too real. Need to let that stuff out in small doses.

Flight risk. Gotta remember she's a flight risk.

Amy turns away, contract in hand, heading into the kitchen. I can hear drawers open and shut.

She finally comes back, tossing the contract at my chest. "Signed. Sealed. Delivered. One year, Liam. You have one year to convince me we need to stay together forever."

"One year." I lean in to kiss her, but stop when our lips are a sliver apart. "Can I kiss you, my sweet angel?"

Her laughter is what finally does it, letting relief and joy and terror flow freely, a cocktail of emotions I can't quite decipher.

She said yes.

Like it's nothing. Like this moment isn't life-altering. World-shattering.

My throat is tight. "You sure about this, Amy? Because there's no going back. I don't give up on anything I want."

"You really need to ask?" Her voice is husky, teasing. Green eyes sparkle with mischief and something deeper. Desire. Need.

I cup her face in my hands, thumbs brushing over the delicate lines of her cheekbones. Memorizing every curve and hollow. The smattering of freckles across her nose. The way her lashes flutter against her cheeks as her eyes drift shut.

"I want to be sure," I murmur, lips a hairsbreadth from hers. "I need you to be sure."

"Liam." My name on her tongue sends a shiver down my spine. "Kiss me."

I obey. Like I have any other choice. Like I could ever deny her anything.

Her lips are soft. Pliant. Parting on a sigh as I lick into her mouth. She tastes like tea and honey and something uniquely Amy. Something I could drown in and die happy.

This woman has my life in her hands.

Her fingers curl into my shirt, tugging me closer. I go willingly, molding my body to hers. Chest to chest. Hips to hips. Every inch of us aligned.

Perfect. Like two puzzle pieces finally slotting into place.

She nips at my bottom lip and I groan. My hands slide down her back to palm the sweet curve of her ass. Squeezing. Kneading. Reveling in the feel of her.

Fuck, I've missed this. Missed her. The taste of her. The scent of her. The sounds she makes when I touch her just right.

I walk her backwards, crowding her against the wall, loving that little gasp when her back hits the plaster. The sound shoots straight to my cock.

"Liam." Breathy. Needy. Fuck, I love when she says my name like that. Like a prayer and a curse, all rolled into one.

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