Page 50 of The Wing
Well, shit. That’s not how I wanted to tell Liam how I feel, but the jet lag and zero sleep over the past thirty-ish hours must be getting to me. I huff an embarrassed laugh and run a hand through my hair. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…say it like that so quickly.” He just looks so delicious and warm, all ruffled from bed, his hair flatter on one side than the other. He’s wearing fuzzy mismatch socks and a jumper he’s practically drowning in. I want to wrap my arms around him.
Liam blinks at me, his mouth wide open, but doesn’t say anything.
“Liam?” I ask cautiously. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown up on his doorstep and texted him asking if he wanted me here. “I can find a hotel for the night if?—”
“No! No,” he repeats softly. “Come in.” Fingers clutch my hoodie and drag me inside, and I shudder at the warmth. I sigh and drop my backpack to the floor. “I love you, too.”
I freeze, taking my shoes off and stare at him. “What?” I whisper. I wasn’t expecting a reply, or for him to feel the same way, but I wanted him to know.
Liam closes the door and the click echoes in the hall. He stares at me. “I love you. I was waiting until you were in Auckland before suggesting I visit you or you come here.” He shrugs. “I was gonna ask in the morning.”
I can barely focus on what he’s saying, too busy basking in the glow spreading through my veins at his words.He loves me.
I grin and launch myself at him. I barely manage to slip a hand behind his head so he doesn’t crack it against the door before I’m kissing him. Deep, drugging kisses that make me dizzy and warm all over, heating me from the cold. I stood outside longer than I should have, second-guessing if I should be here. But Liamloves me.
I brush my tongue against his, moan into his mouth, and wrap my arms around his waist, tugging him until I can feel all of him. My hips rock against him, and I break away to kiss down his throat, to suck at his jaw, and soak in the tiny moans and whines he lets out. When I bite gently where his shoulder meets his neck, he makes an intoxicating moan-cry sound, and I find his lips again. His plush, soft, swollen lips turned red from me to match the flush on his cheeks from arousal and my stubble. I reach for his pyjama pants, dragging a hand down the cosy jumper and palm him. He’s hard and throbbing.
Heat runs through my limbs, and my hips roll uncontrollably, searching for him, and I scrape my teeth over his lip.
“Wait,” Liam pants.
I pull away immediately, and my hand falls to my side. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, but I’d rather do this in bed,” he says. His eyes are blown wide, and his hair’s even messier than when he opened the door.
I nod. While I have enough brain cells left to take off my other shoe, I don’t care that I’m leaving my stuff everywhere. I’ll clean it later. After I’ve held Liam in my arms and slept in our bed.
Our bed.
At that thought, I drag Liam down the hall, miraculously not getting distracted by kissing him, and when we’re in the room, I nudge him onto the bed and cover him. I attach myself to him and sip at his lips and alternate between deep, filthy kisses and short sweet ones with scrapes of my teeth. I should have waited though, because lying on top of him makes undressing him extremely difficult.
I put space between us reluctantly and yank his jumper off to reveal pale skin and a softness to him, expected from sitting at a desk writing all day. I shuck my hoodie and shirt and lie on him again, careful to keep some of my weight on my elbows, but I let enough drop on him so he can feel me. Our skin presses together, and it’s like coming home. I let out a shuddering sigh and stare into his eyes.
“You have no idea how much I missed this while I was away.” I shift hair off his forehead and rock my hips gently. I missed having his skin on mine, the calm in my chest being near him, the warmth of the bed with us in it, and the dark blue of his eyes when he’s aroused.
Liam skims his fingers down my sides, and I shiver. “I have some idea. Every time I walk into my office, I see you. I see you everywhere. Everything felt…empty without you. Like something was missing.” Liam shakes his head with a quiet laugh. “I kept expecting to enter the kitchen and find you there.”
“I’m not leaving again. Not unless you make me,” I swear and swoop in to capture his lips.
I don’t like the way he’s avoiding my eyes, so I force him to look at me. His hands tighten on my hips and slip under my briefs to palm the bare skin of my ass, squeezing and massaging, and my hips flex.
I put more of my weight on him, pressing him into the bed and grind. Our cocks brush together, and we both groan.
Liam’s fingers creep closer to my hole. My hips stutter, and I break away from his lips to gasp. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already quivering in his arms, on the edge.
“Do you want to?” he asks cautiously.
We didn’t do this while I was here, but we have spoken about it. We both go either way. I don’t have much of a preference, but Liam’s had bad experiences with exes and needs a lot of prep so he doesn’t like doing it often.
I can think of nothing better than having Liam in me. I nod vigorously and roll off Liam, who laughs and props himself up on his elbow. “Eager, are we?”
“To have you inside me, to feel you tomorrow when I cook us breakfast and know it’s us together? Fuck yes, I’m eager,” I say without embarrassment. Avoiding discussing our feelings and issues led us nowhere good. I want to be open with him to make sure this works. Because Liam’s it for me. I turn my head to watch him.
“Us together? I like the sound of that.” Liam brushes his hand down my chest to palm my throbbing erection. I thrust up.
“Good, because I’m never letting you go. You’ll fly to Auckland. I’ll fly here. We’ll tell the media when we’re ready and hide here away from it all.” I blow out a slow breath, trying to control myself when he rubs me.
“You aren’t worried about the media? I thought that’s why you didn’t want a relationship?” He keeps a slow tug as he talks.
