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“Liam,” I whispered. The combination of his scruff against my thighs as his soft lips and tongue sent wave after wave of bliss over me made my toes literally curl. “I’m so close. Whatever you’re doing is amazing—keep doing that.”
The tightly coiled tension burst, flooding my body with a euphoric, floating sensation. I got lost in the intoxicating abyss for a moment or two before Liam slowly, carefully brought me back down. Then my anchor stood up, still wearing way too many clothes.
He opened his mouth, and I said, “If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m going to go insane.”
He huffed a laugh. “Man, you tell a girl to be assertive one time, and then you don’t even get a chance to talk.”
I raised an eyebrow, daring him to tell me I was wrong.
“Fine. You know me too well.”
“I do.” I sat up on my elbows and brazenly stared at the bulge behind his zipper. “Now, take off your pants before I come over there and do it for you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Liam
God, she was beautiful, her skin flushed, her red hair down around her shoulders, contrasting her pale skin. She looked completely sated, too, which made me feel a hundred feet tall.
“Didn’t we talk about your threats?” I asked. “They’re supposed to be scary, not motivational.”
She sat up, gripped the waistband of my pants, and pulled me to her. I was about to help her, but then I decided to just enjoy the show. With my pants a lot tighter than usual, it took her a couple tries to get the button undone, and I groaned in relief when she lowered the zipper and I sprang free of the tight fabric.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she cupped me, and I arched into her touch, a slave to her now. A slave to her always, honestly.
“Whoa,” she said when she tugged down my boxer briefs. “Like, I knew you’d be big, because everything about you is huge, but…whoa.” She wrinkled her nose. “Is that weird to say? Am I just supposed to admire it in silence?”
“Admire away,” I joked, then she wrapped her hand around my shaft and I forgot what I was saying, what my name was—basically everything but who she was.
“If I’m doing something wrong, just let me know.”
I groaned in reply, and she grinned, her confidence buoying back up and radiating through her. She stroked me until sparks danced across my vision, and I quickly gripped her wrist so the fun wouldn’t end sooner than either of us wanted it to.
“If we’re… We should…” Not that words usually came easy, but I’d completely lost the ability to form sentences, so instead I leaned over and kissed her, soaking in the skin-on-skin sensation for several long moments.
Chelsea scraped her fingernails down my back and rolled her tongue over mine. Then she arched against me, her damp heat gliding across my erection and annihilating every other thought or emotion besides the need to bury myself between her thighs and take her in every possible way.
I exhaled what little air I could summon and reminded myself that I couldn’t forget to take it slow and easy. I could still hardly believe she was a virgin, or that I was the one who got to be her first, and I’d be damned if I screwed that up.
I reached over her, opened the nightstand drawer, and retrieved a condom.
Her eyes lit up as she watched me roll it on, and seriously, how did I get so lucky to have her in my life?
I cupped her cheek and smoothed my thumb over her soft skin. “Okay, you need to talk to me now more than ever. Understand?”
Her chest rose and fell with a big breath, and then she nodded. “I…” Her eyes implored mine, and I paused, ready to abort if she changed her mind, as agonizing as it’d be. It’d be far worse knowing I hurt her in any way. “I’m glad it’s you. That’s all. I just wanted you to know that.”
“I’m glad it’s me, too,” I said, before realizing that sounded totally self-centered. “I mean, I’m glad you trust me, and you know I care about you, right?”
A beautiful smile spread across her face, and I swore I caught a flicker of relief. “I know.”
“Good.”
She ran her hands up my arms and settled them on my shoulders. “I’m ready.”
I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, grunting at how wet she was. Torturously slowly, I eased inside her, just a few inches, and then I gave her body a second to adjust.
“I’m okay,” she said. “Keep going.”
