Page 62 of Until We're More
He set George on the counter and moved closer to study the black, beyond-crisp bacon. “I, uh, see that.”
I smacked his bare chest with the back of my hand, and he caught my wrist and spun me to face him. His gaze dipped, and that was all it took for my nipples to harden. Judging from the heat in his eyes, he’d definitely noticed. I licked my lips. “I borrowed your T-shirt.”
“I see that, too” he said, his voice husky. He slipped his hand up, under his shirt, and thumbed my nipple as he lowered his mouth to mine. The spatula hit the ground, but I didn’t bother worrying about that. I gripped the sides of his waist and threw myself into kissing him back.
He rested his forehead against mine. “Morning.”
“Morning. Admittedly, I worried you might shut down, or things might be weird or strained.”
“Let’s not do weird or strained. Ever.”
“I can get onboard with that.”
“Although, you making breakfast is kinda weird.”
“Hey, I’m trying to pay you back for so thoroughly taking care of me.” I turned to check on the pancake, but Liam’s lips hit my neck, and I momentarily forgot what I was doing.
“Are you sore?” he asked against my skin, the deep vibrations of his voice traveling down to my very center and tethering me to him.
“A little bit. It’s a good sore, though. Like when you work out at the gym and your muscles have to get used to it, but you know that it’s going to be easier and better each time.”
I felt him harden against my butt. “Just ignore him. I’m good with waiting, but he needs some time to get the message.”
I bent to pick up the spatula, and Liam groaned. I shot him a smile over my shoulder, then flipped the pancake onto the plate and frowned at the blackened underside. “That one’s your fault. You distracted me.”
“How much would I have to distract you to convince you to go out for breakfast?”
“I think dates are supposed to comebeforethe sex.”
“Damn. I always get the order all messed up.” He wound his arms around my waist as he tucked his chin on my shoulder. “Let me take you out for breakfast.”
I surveyed the ruined food, and despite being practically starving, my stomach couldn’t even work up a growl. “You win. Let me go put on some clothes.”
“If you really think it’s necessary,” he said, sighing like it was a shame, and I laughed.
“I’m afraid that going out means pants. But don’t worry…” I twisted my head so I could kiss his cheek, and then added an exaggerated eyebrow waggle. “Eventually we’ll be back in.”
…
Liam and I had one of those magical days that was just ours. We went to breakfast and walked along the beach, watched a movie, ordered dinner in, and then changed into pajamas—I opted for his T-shirt again—and cuddled as we watched TV. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, I shot it a disgruntled glare through the patio doors, as if it would care. I knew the day had to end, but that didn’t prevent me from wanting to stop it somehow.
As soon as tomorrow came along, life would crowd in, other things would get in the way, and then our carefree day would turn into a distant memory. A pleasant one I’d never forget, but still.
Guess I better make the best of every single minute, then.
I shifted positions, moving to straddle Liam’s lap and seek out his mouth with mine.
His hands came up on my sides, his fingers digging into my hips, and he groaned as I sank farther onto his lap.
“I figured there’s one more thing we need to do to make sure this is the perfect day,” I whispered.
Liam drove his fingers into my hair and used his grip to tilt back my head. He pressed his lips to the spot on my neck where my pulse beat like crazy. As he licked and sucked, my pulse skyrocketed to whatever the step past crazy was. Erratic. Hypnotic. Addictive. All of the above.
I rocked against him, glad for the thin fabric of his sweats as opposed to the jeans he had been wearing earlier, and he grazed his teeth across my sensitive flesh.
But just as quickly as our make-out session started, he was suddenly pulling away, the strong hands on my hips holding me a few inches from where I wanted to be.
Where Ineededto be.
