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“It’s a damn shame I can’t take my time with you the way I want to right now.” He leans over me until his chest presses against my back as he lines himself up with my entrance, his lips brushing my ear as he says, “You sure about this?”

The words feel heavier than every time he’s asked me before, but I know without a doubt that my answer would be the same, no matter which meaning I chose.

“Yes,” I gasp.

He pushes inside slowly, inch by inch, and it steals what little air was left in my lungs. He presses his forehead to the center of my back with a muffled groan as he holds on to the seat above my head for balance with one hand, the other winding around my hips to rub my clit.

I whimper as he gradually picks up his pace, his thrusts slow and deep. I’ve never taken him like this before and didn’t realize howdifferentit would feel.

“You doing okay?” he whispers.

“Much…much better…than okay,” I manage between gulps of air.

I canfeelhis smile as he kisses the back of my neck, then my cheek.

“You feel better than I remembered. If that’s even possible.”

His fingers keep the same pace, but he drives into me harder, faster, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my nails probably leaving behind marks in his seats as I helplessly careen toward the edge.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about making you come again?” he murmurs.

I duck my head between my shoulders, desperately needing to move more, but there’s no room, so my hands scramble against the seats. Liam’s hand falls on top of mine, holding it there.

“Have you touched yourself since you’ve been gone?” he rasps.

Every breath in my lungs is like fire, each growing shorter and faster.

“Have you?” he demands.

“Yes.”

“And what did you think about while you did?”

He thrusts into me harder, deeper, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.

“You,” I all but whimper.

He grabs my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, turning my face to meet his. His eyes burn into mine. “Only tell me that if it’s the truth.”

“It is.”

His mouth lands on mine as every last muscle in my body coils to its breaking point, and he swallows every sound I make as I fall apart in his arms. I feel it the moment he finishes too, his body slackening against mine, and for a moment, only our ragged breaths fill the car.

He doesn’t move, not at first. He just brushes my hair over my shoulder and gently kisses the back of my neck. My eyes fall shut, and I revel in the warmth of his chest pressed against my back, never wanting to break the contact.

But then all too soon, he sits back, pulls my skirt down, and grabs my tights from the floor. “Maybe we should talk now?”

I chuckle and take the tights from him. “Yeah. I guess so.”

Chapter Fifty-One

GRACIE

I’ve always loved the beach during the colder months. It’s quieter, sure, but there’s something so peaceful about listening to the waves crash against the shore while you’re bundled up in layers, the cold air against your face making you feel fresh, awake, and alive.

No one seems to mind—or seems surprised—when we head out together while they’re watching the game. We end up in the same spot we had our first official date, and Liam pulls a blanket out of his truck to throw around our shoulders. We sit with my legs across his lap, our intertwined hands sitting on top as I lean against his chest and watch the ocean ebb and flow. His heart beats steadily beneath my ear, and I feel like I could melt into it. His fingers trace along the back of my hand, then thread through mine, then dance along my palm before he starts all over again, and it sends shivers down my spine.

“So I’ve been thinking about this a lot since you left,” he says quietly. “And if Philly is where you want to be right now, then that’s where I need to be too.”

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