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“That was…” she starts, but trails off, and a little unease edges its way in. “Intense,” she finishes. “I always knew there was something about you, that you needed something…more.”
“I just need you, and I’m happy to take you any way you’ll allow me,” I admit, rolling over and staring down at her. “I may fantasise about all the ways I can tie you up, but if it’s not for you then that’s fine. I—”
“Stop,” she says, resting her fingers against my lips. “Stop second-guessing yourself and what I want.”
“I was just worried after everything—”
“Do not say it,” she warns. “That was…whatever that was. This, me and you, is not affected by that. Don’t ever think you can’t be yourself with me or ask me for whatever it is you need.”
Taking her face in my hand, I lower my lips to hers. The kiss is slower than what just happened between us, and I pour everything I feel for her, but am too scared to admit, into it.
Chapter Seventeen
Olivia
“Where are you going?” I ask in a panic as Liam climbs off the bed. My eyes follow the lines of his back and down to his round arse as he starts walking away from me.
“To refill the bath. I think it’s probably cold by now.” He disappears into the en suite and I stretch out my tight muscles. I’ve never been tied up before. My experience prior to Liam was pretty much limited to missionary with the occasional doggystyle thrown in for a change. I’ve always been open to the idea of trying more, and it seems I just needed the right guy to show me the ropes—pun intended!
When he eventually comes back into the room, he makes a beeline for my empty wine glass before heading downstairs for a refill. After what just happened between us, it couldn’t be more welcome. My heart isn’t quite beating steady, and I can definitely still feel him deep inside me.
“Often walk around the house naked, do you?” I ask after watching him walk back into the room with two full glasses of wine before depositing them in the en suite.
“No, I’m pretty sure this is a first. Can’t say the same for BJ, though. I’ve seen his junk more times than I’m willing to admit. I should probably be thankful you moved in, because he’s been much better behaved.”
“Hang on, you’re only thankful I moved in because it means BJ spends more time with clothes on?” I ask, trying to keep a straight face.
“Yeah, that and one or two more things.”
“Oh yeah?”
Pulling me from the bed, his arms come around my waist and he pulls me up against his chest. Staring down at me, his eyes sparkle. “I get to see you naked instead,” he says before lowering his lips to mine and taking my breath away with his all-consuming kiss. It’s romantic and gentle, the complete opposite from the dominant lover he was not so long ago.
With our lips still connected, he walks us into the en suite. He unwraps my arms from him and looks down at my wrists. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Were they too tight?” he asks as he kisses the marks left behind from the rope again.
“No, they were fine.”
“Fine?” A cheeky smile spreads across his lips.
“Okay, they were frustrating as hell, because I couldn’t grab your head and force you to keep going.”
With a laugh, he climbs into the bath full of bubbles and I follow, sighing when the hot water surrounds me.
Resting back against Liam’s chest, I shut my eyes and allow myself to absorb the feeling of his fingers running up and down my arms as my muscles relax.
“Where have you been this week?”
“About.”
“Cryptic much?”
“Okay, I went to my parents’ after I left you with yours. I spent some time with them and a couple of friends. Then, I crashed at a friend’s here all week so I was close for work.”
“Why didn’t you just come home?”
“Because I was too angry. You’ve no idea how it felt, knowing you put yourself in danger like that. He could have fucking killed you, Liv.” I feel his body tense under me and I turn, straddling his lap so I can look at him.
“I’m fine and he’s now where he should be.”
