Page 28 of The Proximity Effect

“You feel so good.” My hands found their way into her hair, guiding her movements. “So fucking good.”

She hummed in response, the sound making my hips buck. I was getting closer, the tension tightening to a breaking point. But I didn’t want to come like this, not yet.

With a groan, I pulled her off me, inhaling sharply. She looked up at me, her lips swollen and her eyes filled with desire. I guided her up, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss.

My hands slid down her body, slipping inside her pants. She gasped as my fingers found her already slick and ready. I stroked her gently, my fingers exploring her folds, finding the spot that made her moan.

“Liam, please.” Her hips rolled against my waiting fingers as she pressed closer, desperate for more contact.

“So perfect,” I murmured against her ear, savoring how she trembled at my touch. Her body drew me in deeper, making my head spin with need. The soft sounds escaping her throat only intensified my desire to draw out her pleasure.

Her body arched into my touch, every curve pressing against me like she was trying to fuse us together. She trembled beneath my fingers, her hips rolling in time with my movements, urging me on. My fingers moved faster, deeper, exploring every inch of her, reveling in the way she clenched around me, so tight, so ready.

“This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?” I wanted her to know exactly what she did to me, how she made me lose every shred of control. “So fucking perfect.”

Her response was a moan, low and throaty, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulled me closer. Her eyes met mine, dark and filled with need, and I saw the truth in them—she wanted this as much as I did. The air between us was electric, charged with a tension that had been building since the moment I first laid eyes on her. And now, with her body writhing against me, I knew I was done for. She was everything I never knew I needed, and I was going to make damn sure she felt it too.

“Come for me, Tessa. Let me feel how you’re going to come around my cock when I fuck you.” My thumb pressed harder against her clit. “Let go.”

She cried out, her release soaking my fingers. I continued to stroke her, riding out her orgasm, my own desire growing to a fever pitch.

As she began to relax, I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth. I sucked them clean, my eyes locked onto hers, watching as her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.

The way she looked in that moment, flushed and satisfied, sent a fresh wave of need coursing through me. My body ached for release, but I forced myself to stay still, to memorize every detail of her expression.

I’d never seen anything more intoxicating than Tessa coming undone. For the first time in years, I felt truly present, anchored by nothing more than the sight of her drunk from pleasure.

Chapter 11

Sometimes a Girl Wants Cake and Ice Cream

Tessa

Ifumbled with the zipper of Liam’s jacket, my fingers still trembling from the orgasm that had ripped through me. He mirrored my actions, his hands steadier than mine as he slid my jacket off my shoulders. The cold air nipped at me, but the heat between us was more than enough to keep me warm.

“Wait.” I suddenly remembered the condom I’d stashed in my pocket earlier. I dug it out, holding it up like a prize. “I brought this. Just in case. You know, because I’m a responsible adult who plans for all contingencies. Even ones that involve... this.” I gestured between us, my cheeks flushing.

Liam raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Always prepared, aren’t you?” He took the condom from me, tearing open the wrapper. “Put it on me, Tessa.”

I hesitated, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts running through my head. This was a bad idea. A really bad idea. I didn’t do things like this. I was not the kind of woman who had steamyencounters in the middle of nowhere. Yet here I was, about to become one of them.

I looked around, half-expecting someone to jump out from behind the trees, catching us in the act. Liam must have sensed my hesitation because he paused, his hands cupping my face. “We can stop if this isn’t what you want.”

“No.” My voice was steady despite the storm inside me. “I want this. I do, but what if someone sees?”

He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. “Then let them watch.”

A shiver ran down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement. I took the condom from him, my fingers shaking slightly as I rolled it onto his length. He groaned softly, his hips bucking beneath my touch.

I not-so-eloquently wiggled free of my pants and underwear before I straddled him, my hands resting on his chest as I lowered myself onto him. He gripped my hips, guiding me, and his eyes locked onto mine. The sensation of him filling me was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fullness that had me gasping.

“Fuck, Tessa,” he groaned, his head falling back.

I began to move, my hips rocking against his, my body adjusting to the feel of him inside me. His fingers gripped my ass, pulling me closer and pushing me away, controlling my movements.

“You’re so fucking tight. So wet. So perfect.” His praise made my skin tingle, stoking the fire inside me. I captured his mouth with mine, savoring the taste of him as our tongues tangled together. His strong hands gripped me tighter, guiding my movements into a more urgent rhythm that had me gasping into our kiss.

Suddenly, he snapped. With a growl, he flipped me over, my hands and knees sinking into the couch beneath us. He enteredme from behind, his hips slamming against mine, and his cock filling me deeper than before.

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