Page 60 of Booked for the Holidays
His fingers curl, slow and deep, and I clench around them.
“You’re perfect like this. So fucking tight. So ready.”
I whimper, a sound I try to swallow.
Maybe this was a bad idea. I’ve never been touched by Liam like this before. I’m not sure I can keep quiet.
Every nerve in my body feels lit from within.
It’s slow and deliberate. Devastating. Like he’s savoring every second.
Meanwhile, I’m trembling. On the verge of falling apart.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispers. “Letting me take care of you like this. Just let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
I want to look at him, but I know if I do, if I meet those heated eyes and see what I already feel—how much he wants me, how much he cares—I’ll come undone too fast.
But then he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “Let go, Firefly. Come for me.”
And I do.
Right there. With his fingers coaxing me through it, his hand braced on the wall beside my head, and his lips brushing the shell of my ear. It’s too much and not enough. It’s everything.
I stifle my moan in his shoulder as my body clenches around his fingers, heat and light rippling through me in waves.
When it’s over, I melt against him, breathless and stunned, clinging to the fabric of his sweater.
He doesn’t say anything at first. Just holds me. Lets me come back to earth.
And that’s almost worse—because when Liam touches me like this, sees me like this, I stop being a woman trying to protect her heart. I become the girl who’s always wanted him to keep it.
NINETEEN
LIAM
Juniper falling apartin my arms is becoming a regular occurrence. And I love it.
I want this woman in every way possible, and in this moment, it feels like a reality where she’s mine is becoming even more inevitable.
She’s trembling, tucked against my chest like she’s trying to disappear into me. Her breath catches, and I kiss her temple, hoping she can feel how hard I’m trying not to fall to my knees and beg her to be mine in every damn way.
I keep my hand on her lower back, holding her steady as I slowly ease my fingers out of her and right her clothing. I’d be an idiot not to lick her off my fingers—to taste how sweet she is—so that’s exactly what I do.
She pulls back, smoothing her hair, while her eyes are still stormy from what we just did. Finally, she looks up at me with a cautious smile. “Try not to look so smug.”
I lean forward, dropping my voice low. “I’m the man who just felt exactly how wet your sweet little cunt gets for me. I’m going to be the smuggest bastard you’ve ever known.”
She huffs, but there’s a flicker of heat in her gaze that she doesn’t hide fast enough.
And I can’t stop watching her. Not as she straightens her shoulders. Not as she wraps herself back up in calm sarcasm, pretending like I don’t already know how she tastes, how she sounds when she comes on my hand.
I hold the curtain open for her, and she moves past me into the hallway. Seeing all the doctors and nurses moving around, the patients being admitted, makes it even more real how wrapped up in each other we’d been a moment ago.
At the checkout desk we run into Jasper.
If he’s shocked to see Juniper, he doesn’t show it. He gives her a hug, then leans in and squeezes me on the shoulder.
“How’s the forehead?” He nods toward my bandage.
