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“No,” I whispered before leaning up for another kiss.

His tongue swept against my bottom lip, asking for access, and I opened it, letting him deepen it. Along with it, he thrust himself back in, filling me once more. That time around, instead of that lingering pain, it felt like a soothing stroke, more pleasurable than not.

It only heightened when his thumb pressed against my clit, making me moan loud. He was good with his hands; I had known way before our first time, but feeling it combined with him inside me was a completely different feeling. So full and complete.

His movements were slow and circular at first, gradually speeding up. I moved to meet his hips. Consequently, I was writhing underneath him, arching my back and widening my legs to give him more access. So good.

“Liam,” I called for him, needing more but not knowing what.

“That’s it, my love,” he cooed, before burying his face in my neck.

“More,” I groaned, scratching his back. He abided, changing the angle and hitting slightly deeper and forcing a foreign garbling sound out of me.

He chuckled. “Like this?”

“Yes! Oh my—” I couldn’t even form words.

A strong tug on my lower stomach kept creeping down while my spine tingled. We were both slick with sweat, our torsos completely glued to each other, not knowing where one finished and the other started. But it felt right.

It felt like it was meant to be.

“Come for me, baby,” he begged, grabbing my jaw with one hand, and forcing me to look at him.

With his piercing cerulean eyes staring straight through me, right into my soul, I shattered into a million pieces. He jumped over the edge and took me right along with him.

We clung onto each other as the climax took over, momentarily bringing us into a new dimension. It was only after a few minutes that we came down from the high, still panting, only to confess at the same time, “I love you.”

“Willow?” Nana’s voice rings through my ears, bringing me back from my memories.

I look around, only to find Dylan and Nana looking at me with confused expressions. “Yeah?”

“Back from la-la-land?” she asks, a teasing tone clinging to her.

Stealing a glance at Liam only makes it worse. He’s sporting the smuggest smirk, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Could he know?

No. I shake my head, getting rid of the ridiculous idea.He couldn’t.

Still, it’s embarrassing enough for me to be thinking about sex in front of my grandmother and son.

However, it’s also the first time I can think of it without…freaking out.

“Sorry.” I smile shyly. “I got distracted for a bit.”

“Oh, we saw it,” Liam comments, shamelessly wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up, will you?” I snark back, standing up to clean the empty dishes.

Hopefully, if I keep busy, he won’t have the chance to tease me, or try to figure out which moment I was absorbed in. Imagine how appalling it would be to confess I was thinking of our first time. Terrible.

“Can we watch a movie, Mummy?” Dylan chimes in. “Pretty please!”

Yes.Anything to get out of this predicament.

“Of course, but be aware that Liam may not be able to stay until the end,” I warn. “He might have to go home soon.” It’s important to manage his expectations. Liam still has a life and is not expected to change all his plans for us.

“I’ve got nowhere to be,” he admits.

Oh.

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