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Finally, it gets too much to resist, and I take her hands again, guiding her up and inside. I slide the door shut behind us, draw the curtain, and then she pushes me back against the wall, her hands as greedy as I feel.

“How long,” she mumbles between kisses. “How long have you wanted this?”

“Days,” I whisper back.

“Really?”

“Of course,” I scoff, gasping as her lips brush over my throat. I find myself wishing I had shaved. “You’re beautiful, Emma.”

“Now you’re just being nice,” she says as she unbuttons the top few buttons of my shirt, her lips drifting down to my collarbones, my chest, each one blazing like a burn.

I reach out to touch her face, my breath ragged. “I wouldn’t lie. Not about this.”

With that, she rips the rest of my buttons open, brushing her fingers over my abs. She must be able to see the way I’m aching for her by now, by the relentless path traced out by her mouth. But she doesn’t stop. Instead, she sinks lower and lower, over my belly and further. My heart almost stops as her knees touch the floor.

“Let me see you,” she says, a breath away from where I want her to be.

“Please,” I groan.

That’s all it takes for her to wrestle with the button on my pants and release me.

I can’t help but moan as her lips reach their target, her mouth warm and gentle on me. I want her more than ever right now. I can hardly believe this is real.

Emma is here, making me see the stars.

I need to touch her. That is suddenly the only thought in my mind, the need to feel her skin under my hands. Carefully, I push her away and crouch down to kiss her, tasting my own salt on her lips. “I need to taste you,” I growl. “I need to take you.”

“I’m all yours.”

With that, I pull at her sweater and together we rip it off and throw it to the floor. I waste no time unclasping her bra, freeing her breasts. All I can do is stare for a moment, cataloging the beauty of her body, and then she launches herself forward at me, tangling up in my arms.

Laughing, we wrestle each other to the bed, tumbling over each other until we’re lying twined in each other’s arms, our clothes hanging off, our legs twisted around so we can barely tell where either of us begins or ends. As if possessed, my hips start to move and Emma moans, clutching me tightly.

“I need you,” she whispers.

“Let me get a condom,” I whisper, but she clings to me.

“I’m on birth control. You’re clean, yes?”

“Yes.”

“So fuck me then. Please. Now.”

How can I refuse a request like that?

Carefully, I line myself up and lose myself to the ecstasy of Emma’s body against mine. She moves like she was designed to fit against me, and when we roll around so she can be on top, I lose all sense of time and place.

Every part of her body is perfect. Each inch is an inch I have to kiss, to touch. Every breath she takes, every sound she makes — I want to catch them all and store them for eternity.

We spend what feels like forever in each other’s arms, tender and passionate, kissing and making sweet love. The kind of love I’ve been waiting years to make.

The kind of love I never want to lose.

CHAPTER 20

EMMA

Ibreathe deeply, taking in the smell of sweat and sex and the faintest hint of ocean salt. I bury myself a little deeper into Liam’s chest, pressing my face against him. His hand traces up and down over my shoulder, his fingertips sliding over my skin in a way that seems to leave a trail of sparks behind him.

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