Page 51 of Love Me

His ass is perky and firm, and my eyes roam upward to the large expanse of his back, strong and fit, straining as he washes his body. As he turns, I know he registers me watching him, but he doesn’t shy away.

“Need something, beauty?”

“A shower,” I reply, my voice shaking slightly with nerves. What the fuck am I doing right now? This is Liam.

He pushes open the glass door, giving me a full-frontal view of his entire naked body if I wanted to check him out. I do my best to keep my eyes locked on his, as tempting as it is to look lower, I just can’t bring myself to do it. His face is a mix of desire and heat as he waits for me to make a decision. There’s no denying anymore that he wants me, and I don’t know what to do with that.

“You can look, beauty. I’m yours.”

“You can’t keep saying things like that. It’s making things confusing.”

“Get in the shower, Hannah.”

“I shouldn’t . . .”

“Please.”

“Bea—”

His reflexes are so goddamn quick, his arm snapping out and grabbing my wrist, pulling me quickly into the shower with my clothes on. I squeal as he turns me to face him, water cascading down his naked body. The hot water hits my tank top, soaking through the material as my nipples harden from the change in temperature. His eyes don’t leave my face though, searching mine for any clue that this is okay.

“Baby. You’re so pretty in the morning. I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“We can’t do this. This is such a bad, bad idea. Last night was a slip of judgement.”

He shakes his head and laughs quietly under his breath. I cross my arms over my breasts, grateful for at least the barrier of my clothes—even though they’re soaked through—clinging to my body. Liam’s hand grazes my hip, gently pushing me backward until I’m flush against the tile wall.

My breath hitches as I watch him, his stormy eyes peering down at me with all the confidence in the world. It’s the confidence of a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to take it. But am I really what Liam wants?

He keeps just enough space between us that our bodies aren’t touching, but with the power of his stare, it feels like every inch of him is against me, filling me, consuming me.

His hand stays on my hip, a barely there touch that I feel as if he was a hot iron branding me with his initials. His head dips slowly, eyes never breaking contact as his lips connect with mine. Our eyes stay locked as his lips move, and when his tongue slides across my seam and I open for him, my eyes flutter closed, the weight of the moment too much. I don’t need to see Liam to understand. I can feel everything through his kiss. Unspoken words of longing, promises, and desire.

His tongue meets mine in the middle, and everything in my head disappears. My hand reaches out, running up his taut waist and over his chest, running my fingers through the light dusting of hair there, loving how it feels threaded through my fingers.

“Fuck, Hannah, you taste so goddamn good,” he rasps, his voice a deep growl as he kisses down my jaw before dragging his tongue down my neck and up again, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

“Aah.”

“Mmm. Let me watch you come again. I won’t touch you. Please, just give me that, beauty.”

Without thinking, I push down my drenched pj shorts, letting them flop heavily to the shower floor. His gaze tracks down my chest until he stops between my legs, but I don’t dare take my eyes off his face.

“Will you spread your legs for me?” I do as he says, placingmy foot on the shower bench, the position spreading me wide and opening me up. Liam drops to his knees and my breathing picks up, nearly hyperventilating at his point. Mother above, I want this man so bad my legs are shaking, and I haven’t done anything yet.

“Use your fingers, baby. Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.”

Dragging my fingers up my thigh, I brush across my sensitive center the way I would if I were alone, teasing myself slightly before dipping my finger inside. I pump a few times before adding in a second, then inching them upward to my clit, rubbing small circles around it with the moisture I collected. It feels so good, my body tight and vibrating with need. Knowing Liam is kneeling in front of me, watching from mere inches away makes the entire thing unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I have no idea what I want, what I like, having to grow up way before I was ready to when I became a mom, I didn’t have time to experiment. And when I was with Levi, I couldn’t count on him to get me off at all. But this? This is doing it for me.

“Just like that, beauty. You like how that feels? Fuck, you have no idea how good you look right now.”

My reply is just a garbled moan and shaking my head in agreement. Liam’s shoulder starts to move just out of my line of sight and without looking, I know what he’s doing. I suck in a quick breath, moaning as I breathe out my next words, wanting to hear the confirmation of what I already know.

“Are you?”

“Jerking off? Yeah, baby. You’re gonna make me come just from watching you, I’m so damn hard, Hannah. It’s killing me nottouching you.”

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