Page 75 of Love Me

“I’m gonna let you two talk through that bomb. Definitely going to need a new nickname now. But I’ll work on it. Don’t worry, little brother, I got you. It’ll be a good one.”

Ignoring the idiot retreating from the room, I focus on my girl standing shocked in front of me. Her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes squinting into slits.

“Beauty. How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough. Was all of that you acting in front of him?” she whispers, looking behind her to make sure no one is there. “Or was that . . . do you feel that way?”

Fuck. My momentary pause to think for a second immediately backfires.

“Well, the look on your face just answered me before your words did. Was this just some elaborate way for you to get me to fall for you?” Her face contorts, eyebrows pinched, lips pursed as she looks at me.

“Fuck, no, Han. God, no. You needed help. I would do anything for you.”

“But you’re also in love with me. And sounds like you have been for some time.”

Taking several steps in her direction, I grab her little wrist and pull her into the bathroom down the hallway, closing the door behind us and flicking the lock. I move quickly, my hand grabbing her hip, pressing her back against the wall, my other hand cupping her cheek. I rest my forehead against hers, sharing air as I speak my next words, our lips brushing against one another.

“Yeah,wife. I’m in love with you. What are you going to do about it?”

“You duped me, Liam!” She tries to push against my chest, but I don’t budge. Her face flushes, eyes moving frantically across my face. “You tricked me into marrying you! All of this has been real for you while I’ve been faking it!”

Her words piss me off. There’s nothing fake about anything between us. Instead of talking this through like we should, I remind her, connecting with her the way she likes to be shown. Holding her head in my palm, the other keeping her firmly pinned between my body and the wall, I kiss her, pressing my lips hard against hers, my thumb rubbing back and forth across her cheek. I kiss her like I always do, with every bit of love that I feel for her behind it. Her body softens, melting into mine just the way it always does, and my heart settles slightly in my chest. When I break away, I meet her eyes.

“Baby, does this feel fake to you?”

For the first time in over twenty years, I can’t read her expression. Her blonde eyelashes flutter closed momentarily, and I hold my breath. She sighs, her silence so resolute, and I feel the moment my heart starts to fracture. Even if she can’t love me the way I love her in return, I know I’m giving hereverything she needs, and even if it kills me, I won’t walk away because I would do anything for her.

She suddenly opens her eyes and there’s a fucking inferno swirling in them. Her hands grip around my neck, yanking me to her mouth, my hat falling to the floor. I don’t hesitate to respond, grabbing her ass in my palms and lifting her, shoving her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist, not giving a single shit where we are right now.

She grinds her pussy against my stomach, tightening her legs around me as I devour her mouth, our tongues clashing and caressing. My fingers dig into the meaty flesh of her ass, guiding her to ride me any way that she needs to.

“That’s it, baby, work that pussy on me. Make yourself come.”

She pushes harder against me as I pull her mouth back to meet mine, sucking on her tongue, not able to get close enough, my dick rock hard against the zipper of my pants, wanting to feel her tight pussy around me. She pulls away from my mouth, burying her face into my shoulder as I rock her back and forth, her nails digging into my back as she hangs on.

Her legs start to shake, body tightening around me, and I know she’s close.

“That’s it. Come for me. Right now, Hannah, come for your husband.”

She combusts, her orgasm rolling through her as she shakes involuntarily in my arms, her moans muffled as she keeps her face buried into my neck.

“Liam!”

“Fuck, my wife looks so pretty when she comes. I love you like this. I’ll never get enough, baby.”

She comes down from her high, and like a light switch going off, she pushes me back, scrambling out of my arms. I release her legs so that her feet touch the groundbefore allowing her to put space between us, which is the last damn thing I want. I run my hands through my hair and look at her, my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach.

She’s flushed from her orgasm, her hair falling out of the pretty braid, but her eyes shine with unshed tears that pool at the bottom. I reach for her face with my hands, wanting to pull her back in close, to keep her with me, but she bats them away just as fast. My heart fractures, a weight I’ve never felt before settling on my chest.

“Holy shit. I am such a desperate idiot. What an absolute fool I’ve been,” she mutters under her breath while I stand there frozen, at a loss for what to do or how to fix it, panic consuming me and pulling me under. The dam finally breaks, tears flowing down her gorgeous face. A face that I’ve looked at and loved for my entire life. The first time I saw Hannah, I made her cry over a fucking stuffed bear, and I never wanted to ever be the one to make her cry again. And here the fuck we are. I try to suck in air but it’s no use. I don’t register my own tears at the sight of hers.

“You’re getting in my head! What are you doing to me? I can’t think with you around, you’re muddling my thoughts, and you use your touch to fucking blind me! Fuck! What have I done?”

Her words crush me, fear gripping me stronger than I’ve ever felt before, terrified that I’ve ruined everything and I’m going to lose her and Charlie.

“Baby.”

“No. Fuck this. I need some space. I need space from you and to get you out of my head so that I can think clearly. I can’t believeyouwould do this. Of all the people in the world, I can’t believe . . . I need to go home. Please take me home. After, you should . . . I don’t know what you should do but I need a beat to process everything. Away from you, bear.”

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