Page 79 of Something Forever

His other hand slides up my bare thigh to the tips of my t-shirt, fiddling with the hem. He smirks, his hand slipping under the shirt and caressing my stomach.

“You think I give a fuck? I want the whole neighborhood to hear you screaming my name.”

“Liam,” I whisper as his hand travels upwards, teasing closer and closer to my nipples which have hardened into peaks.

His gaze is unrelenting. “If we do this, it’s not the last time. Tell me right now that you’re not going to run away tomorrow, or we go to sleep right now.”

I frown, indecision swirling in my gut. On one hand, I’m terrified. Abbi was right: I can’t do casual. Even my random one-night stands left me checking my phone for texts, and I can’t imagine a world in which I’d be sleeping with Liam and not losing myself completely in him. On the other hand, I need him. I need him like I’ve never needed anyone before.

“I’m scared,” I admit, closing my eyes, unable to look at his face when I say it.

“Why?” He’s moved closer, his breath hot on the side of my neck.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?” he asks, pressing his lips to the side of my neck, his tongue swirling against my skin.

“No strings attached.”

I open my eyes as he pulls back, studying me.

“But I want to,” I say. “I want to try it with you. Casual. Just sex.”

He blinks, his expression inscrutable. “No running away?”

I nod, my stomach swirling with nerves. “No running away.”

Liam’s mouth descends on mine, his lips meeting me with a familiar intensity. I melt into him, my whole body sagging with the relief of his lips on mine. He tastes just as sweet as I remember, minty and fresh.

His fingers finally find my nipple, caressing me softly. I moan into his mouth, slipping my tongue in between his and reaching for his bare chest, sliding my hands across the inky lines there. He tugs at my t-shirt, pulling it over my head in one swift movement, then attaches his mouth to my nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud as his other hand slips into my panties.

“Already wet for me,” he groans, slipping a finger inside me. “Are you always this wet, Whitney?”

My cheeks redden at his dirty talk. I love it, but there’s something embarrassing about what he brings out in me. The wild abandon that only he seems to activate.

“Answer me,” he whispers, nibbling at my ear.

“Only for you,” I admit as his thumb circles against my clit and my hips buck towards him.

“Take them off. I want to see you.”

I waste no time, sliding my panties off. He presses me backwards and crawls on top of me, pressing my thighs open as he settles his legs in between them.

“So pretty. So ready for me.” He presses soft kisses on my neck, nudging my legs open wider. “Should I get a condom?”

I shake my head, pulling him against me. “Liam. Fuck me. Now.”

He chuckles and rubs his thumb against the inside of my thighs, teasing close to my entrance. He works one, two fingers inside me, and I gasp at the angle.

“So bossy,” he murmurs, watching me with hooded eyes. “Are you in charge now?”

I smirk and push against his chest. “Yes,” I say. “Get on your back.”

He flips us over so I’m on top, my hands resting on his chest. In one swift movement, I line our bodies and lower myself onto him. He stares at the spot where we’re joined together, his eyes wide. Thrusting against him, I lift myself up slightly before dropping down again, settling into a slow, torturous rhythm.

“Fuck,” he moans. “That’s it. Ride me.”

His hands move up to cup my breasts, his thumbs running over the peaks. Sitting up, he takes one in his mouth, meeting my thrusts as he swirls his tongue around my nipple.

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