Page 80 of Holiday Friend Zones
He moves with a steady rhythm, whispering filthy praise against my skin—so good, so perfect, mine—and the words blur into a haze around me.My eyes sting, tears pricking at the corners as the pressure builds to an almost unbearable level.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
“I’ll never stop.Ever.You never have to worry.”
Liam’s gaze drop to where our bodies are joined, to where his perfect length is filling me, stretching me with every slow thrust.My eyes follow, helplessly captivated, mesmerized by the sight of him sliding in and out of me.
“We’re perfect, aren’t we?”
His words wreck me, pulling at something deep and raw inside my chest.Tears sting my eyes even as heat coils tighter and tighter low in my belly.“Yes,” I sob, clutching at his shoulders like I’ll drown without him.“God, yes, Liam.It’s never felt like this.”
A dark, guttural sound rips from him at my answer.“Say it again.Tell me you’re mine, Ava.”
“Yours, Liam.I’m yours.”My voice breaks on a cry as his thumb finds my clit, circling in ruthless, devastating patterns while he keeps pounding into me.The combination pushes me to the edge so fast it’s almost violent, my vision fracturing as my body shatters.
“Liam!”I scream his name, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave.My entire body seizes, muscles fluttering around him as the world goes white.
“Fuck, Ava—” he curses harshly, his thrusts turning erratic as my release drags him over the edge with me.He slams in deep one last time, burying himself completely, his entire body going rigid.The sound he makes is guttural and raw, his breath hot and broken against my throat as he spills into me, shaking with the force of it.
The room is nothing but the sound of our harsh breathing and the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.My body trembles beneath him, utterly spent, while he stays pressed to me, still buried inside me like he can’t stand to let go.
Slowly, he lowers himself over me, his weight delicious and grounding.His mouth finds mine in a soft, lingering kiss that feels entirely different than everything that came before.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.His turquoise eyes are hazy but full of something steady and sure.“I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me, you know that right?”
I swallow hard, my pulse hammering under my skin.
Because I’m positive I feel the same way.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his blue eyes stripping me bare.“I need you to understand, Ave.”His thumb sweeps over my bottom lip, a slow and deliberate caress.“How serious I am.”
A shiver ripples over my skin.“Liam?—”
His hand cups the side of my face.“This isn’t just tonight.It’s not the holidays or Christmas or whatever story you tell yourself when you’re second guessing how I feel about you in the morning.You’re it for me, Ava.There’s no going back.I won’t let you go.”
His mouth finds mine in a slow, reverent kiss, sealing the promise between us.
And I know, with certainty that Liam Carter is never letting me go.
ChapterFifteen
AVA
Iwake to the soft glow of morning light filtering through Liam’s curtains, the weight of his arm across my back cocooning us in warmth.For a moment, I lie perfectly still, my cheek pressed against the solid muscle of his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear.
Christmas morning.
The realization sends a flutter through me, and for half a second, I wonder if the last two days were a dream.But they weren’t.Ever since that first night together after the dance, we’ve barely come up for air.We haven’t left the house, haven’t wanted to.It’s been nothing but stolen kisses in every corner, tangled limbs between the sheets and our hands learning each other, over and over.Every hour since that night, we’ve been wrapped up in each other like the world outside doesn’t exist.
Liam shifts, his arm tightening around my waist, pulling me closer with a sleepy groan that rumbles deep in his chest.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, deliciously rough with sleep.
I tip my head back to look at him.His hair is a complete mess, sticking up in every direction, and his turquoise eyes are heavy-lidded but bright, crinkling at the corners when he catches me staring.
“You’re staring, Reynolds,” he teases, his lips curving.
“Can you blame me?”I whisper, tracing a lazy circle over his bare chest.“This view is better than any present under the tree.”
