Page 63 of Until We're More
A whimper escaped, and I stuck my lips out in a pout.
He remained unaffected. Well, not completely unaffected. I could feel his hard length against my thigh, and if I could just drop another inch or two down, life would be good again.
His vise grip tightened and he arched an eyebrow.
I wrapped my hands around his wrists and traced the tightly corded muscles and tendons in his arms. “Just so you know, when I said there was one more thing we needed to do to make this the perfect day, torturing me wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“I’m plenty tortured.” His words came out short and clipped, adding proof to his claim.
“All you have to do is let go, and then neither of us has to be.” I twisted a strand of hair around my finger and went overboard on the ditzy eye-batting. “Unless you’re into that. I’m open to experimenting.”
His harsh curse only made the lust overloading my system that much stronger. “Maybe we should wait.”
“No, thank you.”
“Chels, you’re killing me here. I know you’re still sore and—”
I tipped forward and got my lips on his again. The distraction worked. His grip on my hips loosened, and I sank back where I wanted to be, his erection cradled against the nerve endings in my body that were screaming for more of him on more of me. “Don’t tell me I have to resort to taking care of myself again.”
The next instant, I was on my back on the couch, Liam pinning me into the cushions. His hand slid between us, and he stroked me over my panties. “I’ll be the one taking care of you. I never said I wasn’t going to take care of you.”
Witty comebacks got carried away on panted breaths, and I arched into his touch, cursing the layer of fabric between us.
As if he could sense my need—or maybe he could feel how damp my panties were—he moved them aside and brushed his callused fingertips over me. “How many times did you take care of yourself while I was on the other side of the wall?”
I flushed, not wanting to admit to it with his eyes so steady on me, but then he withdrew his fingers.
I placed my hand over his, too desperate for him to finish what he’d started to play it cool. “I’d wait until it was driving me crazy. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. Every few days. Once in the shower…”
Liam dropped his head in the crook of my neck, his harsh exhale stirring my hair. He tugged the collar of his oversize T-shirt off my shoulder, kissed the newly exposed spot, then licked across my collarbone. “I thought about you a lot in the shower. Both when you were in there and when I was in there.” He jerked down my panties and renewed his ministrations to the juncture between my thighs, and I nearly sighed in relief. “Did you think about me while you were touching yourself?”
“Mostly,” I said without thinking.
“Mostly?” he asked, and the growly gruffness sent a shock of awareness up my core. “The secondyoushowed up, I fantasized about you and no one else. In my mind, we’ve done it on every surface of this apartment. Of course, now that I know how lacking my imagination is, we’re going to have to replace those fantasies with the real thing.”
“I…I like that you thought about me. And for the record, I was tryingnotto think about you, because I believed it’d never happen.” Since my confession left a scowl on his face, I reached up and smoothed a hand down the side of it, trying to soothe it away. “But the other person is fictional, so it doesn’t really count.”
I moaned as he dragged his fingers up my center, the extra pressure he applied equally intoxicating and punishing.
“Spill.”
“One time I went with my Thor fantasy, which is basically the same as thinking about you.” I let my hand trail down his chest, flattening it against the hard muscle when I felt thethump, thump, thumpunderneath. “Don’t worry. Your hammer’s bigger.” For a second I worried jokes would ruin the mood, but his low chuckle vibrated down my palm and settled deep in my heart.
“Good answer.” He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside, then did the same to mine. “But it sounds like I better do more to ensure I’m the only guy you think about.” Our lips met in a fevered kiss as he stroked me again, and then he pushed a finger inside. One delicious sensation after another traveled through me, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he added another finger. He curled them inside me, hitting a spot I didn’t know existed, and as he pumped into me, pleasure crested over me in waves. Stronger and stronger. Higher and higher…
Until I free-fell into ecstasy, crying his name on the way down.
Looping my arm around Liam’s neck, I brought him flush on top of me. I kissed him square on the mouth and raked my hand through his hair, and it was a good thing he was pinning me down or I’d float right away. As soon as the bones returned to my limbs, I tugged down his sweats and boxers, and when I could only manage to get them halfway down, I figured it was good enough.
“Which surface should we have sex on first?” I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and stroked, a thrill going through me at the way he bucked against me. “Which one was the best in your fantasies?”
A ragged groan tore from his throat. “Chelsea.” He expelled a breath and then wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pinned it up over my head.
“So the couch?” I reached for him with my free hand, and he grabbed it before I could touch him and secured it against the other one, circling both of my wrists in one of his large hands.
“Actually, it was over the back of the couch. I pictured bending you over it and…Fuck.” He shook his head. “But that can wait.”
I lowered my eyebrows. “Why?”
