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“We’re not done, beautiful.” He reached into the drawer of his nightstand, pulled out a strip of condoms and tossed them on the bed. “Hands and knees. I want to see that beautiful ass bounce while I fuck you from behind.”
A slap to my thigh elicited a giggle from me.
While he rolled the condom onto his hard, thick shaft, I situated myself onto my hands and knees in front of him. Before I spoke, he entered me swiftly causing us to both moan. He stilled until I lost patience and pushed back against him so he would move.
“Damn, you feel so fucking good. So, tight. So warm.”
The scent of our sex, moans, and grunts of pleasure filled his gigantic master bedroom. His firm hands gripped my hips while he rhythmically thrust in and out of me. The pleasure and pain of his fingers digging into my flesh sent a warm sensation straight to my pussy.
Clouded by a feeling of completeness I’d never experienced with anyone else, my mind was in a daze. Someone I should have nothing to do with had my mind, body, and heart feeling things I never had with another man before—safety and love.
His hand tangled in my locks and my body bent to his will.
“Camilla, you are mine,” he said, continuing his slow, deep strokes. “This pussy is mine. This beautiful ass is mine.” He slapped me on my ass. “Your heart is mine. All of you is fucking mine!” He roared when my pussy clenched around his cock, causing his body to stiffen after one final hard thrust. “Goddamn it!”
My body spiraled, again, at his direction. “Yes, Liam!” I screamed.
The spasming of my walls drained every bit of what he had to give.
Once both of our bodies came down from our orgasmic highs, I fell against his cool, black sheets. He removed the condom, tossed in the trash can beside his bed, and then lay beside me, gathering me into his arms. In companionable silence, we basked in the afterglow of our intense sexual connection.
His hold tightened on my body, and I snuggled as close as I could to him.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you in your father’s office. I’ve dreamed about you, about us, more than I care to admit. Everything I said, Camilla, I meant. This right here changes everything. You know, that right?”
His heavy words settled in the pit of my stomach. This moment would change my life forever, but I wasn’t sure if it was for the better or worse. My life from this point forward would be so much different with him in it. Liam Daugherty was dangerous. I sensed the danger around him, but my attraction to him, even with the danger, remained strong.
As the steady rise and fall of his chest lulled me to sleep, I responded, “I know.”
His soft lips against my forehead sent a wave of peace over my body and mind. For the first time in a long time, my mind cleared of the grief caused by my mother’s death. The fear of Frankie vanished the longer I lay in Liam’s arms. Whatever was going on between Liam’s boss and my father, I pushed to the back of my mind. The only thing that mattered was here and now. If I could help it, Liam Daugherty wasn’t going anywhere.
With that thought, with my mind at peace for the first time in forever, sleep finally took over.
Chapter 7
Liam
The strength I should’ve had to push her away melted as soon as she kissed me. It had taken all I had in me not to bend her over and fuck her against my kitchen island.
If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t want to fight it anymore. The longer we were together, the more I wanted her.
The smell of her hair when she’d cried against my chest after I arrived at my grandmother’s drove my desire even more. Her natural scent invaded my very being. The feel of her body next to mine brought me some peace when she ran into my arms—peace I wouldn’t have had if she hadn’t been there. From the description she gave me over the phone, my grandmother couldn’t have survived whatever happened to her. And when she stood up to me when she thought I’d called her stupid, right then and there, I didn’t just want her. I needed her.
Regardless of how all this played out, she was my other half.
She was mine.
There was a time where my grandmother had warned me about women like her. She’d sworn one day a woman would come into my life when I least expected it and turn my shit upside down. She claimed after that happened, I’d never be the same, and she’d bethe one. The one woman I couldn’t live without, couldn’t breathe without. The woman who could bring me to my knees just at the sound of her voice.
It was something I’d scoffed at, but I now completely understood what she meant. When Camilla was around, thoughts of what my life could be like with her in it bombarded me.
There was no doubt; Camilla Jennings wasthe one.
She invaded my entire life. During the night, my dreams consisted of nothing other than her. During the day, my thoughts strayed to her. Even though it would be hell for us to be together, I’d weather whatever storm to have her in my life, if she’d have me.
Seeing her today at my grandmother’s had shaken me. We never know what day may be our last, so I decided I’d do everything in my power to make her a part of my life.
Throughout the day after our first time together, I woke her up over and over again to indulge in her luscious body or taste her sweet pussy. I couldn’t get enough of her moans or her pleas for me to go deeper, faster, harder. It was hard to explain what it was about Camilla that drew me to her. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was caring and funny.
