Page 44 of Impossible

“Do you want me to spend the night with you?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want you to.”

This man. What is he doing to me? What happened to taking things slow? The truth is, I couldn't take it slow if I wanted to. I am completely drawn to him. To the comfort of his presence. To who I am when I'm around him. I want it all.

“Yeah, I can spend the night.”

He reaches his hand out and starts to lead me upstairs. I follow behind him as we walk up the stairs together, hand in hand. We reach the entrance to his bedroom and I stop in my tracks. Suddenly, I'm hit with a wave of guilt as I look at his bed that he shared with Becca. The room is still decorated exactly how she wanted it, those sheets are the sheets that they slept in together. I feel like an intruder.

“What’s wrong?” he says as he turns to me.

“I don’t know. I guess I just feel like this is Becca’s territory. It feels...wrongto sleep in here with you.”

“Do you want to sleep in the guest bedroom?” he suggests.

“You wouldn’t mind?” I ask him.

“Not at all. I understand why it’s hard for you. To be honest, I didn’t think it through. I just knew I wanted to sleep next to you. You looked so cute drooling on my couch.”

That definitely changes the mood. “I donotdrool!” I slap his stomach.

“How would you know if you drooled or not?” He wraps his arm around my neck after he grabs the baby monitor and leads me towards the guest bedroom.

“Because,” I begin to say as we pull down the white covers of the duvet. “If I did, I would have drool on my chin and pillow when I wake up.”

“Fair enough, you don’t drool. If you did, I would still think you were a pretty cute sleeper though.”

He lifts his arm behind his head pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion. When he loses his jeans and is down to just his boxer briefs, I realize I have never gotten a good look at him without any clothes. He catches my stare and winks at me.

“Your turn, sweetheart. Get those clothes off.” Liam gets into bed, leaning on one elbow as he waits for me.

I undress down to just my pink lace bra and panties and join him under the covers. He reaches over his shoulder to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. When he turns to face me, we are both on our sides looking at each other. I can see his face from the moonlight sneaking in through the window.

“I'm going to miss you around here, to not having you waiting for me when I get off work. Thanks for everything you've done for Harper and for me.”

He reaches up to caress my cheek with the back of his fingers before cupping my face. I try to fight back the emotions that are screaming to come up.

“Let’s not talk about that right now. I don’t want to cry,” I whisper.

“Come over after work on Tuesday?” he asks.

I nod my head up and down. “Okay, yeah. I would love that.”

“Good,” he says. "Now, get on your back and put your hands above your head. You move your hands, I stop. Understood?"

I nod my head up and down. I never want him to stop the things he does to me, so he doesn't have to worry about that. But when he starts to work his way down my body and his tongue takes a swipe of my clit, my hands fall to my sides as I gasp. He stops and gives me a look of disappointment.

"What did I tell you? Keep those hands above your head. I don't have my cuffs on me, but I'm not afraid to bring them home and use them."

He picks up where he left off and starts taking slow licks. He puts a palm on my pubic bone, spreading my lips with his thumb and pointer finger, before he begins to flick his tongue up and down repetitively. The pleasure is building up around my clit fast. It takes a lot of effort of my part to remember to keep my hands in place.

"Fuck! I will never get enough of your taste. Do you like it when I lick your pussy?"

I nod my head up and down quickly. Do I like it? It's my new favorite activity! He begins to suck on my clit and I go off instantly. He crawls up my body for my lips and I don't hesitate for a second. My lips are on his before he can finish the words. This kiss is different. There seems to have been a shift in our relationship. It feels like we are expressing words that are probably too scary to say out loud right now. We cling to each other as the pace picks up and we are pulling at each other’s underwear until we are completed naked.

“Fuck, I can't seem to get enough of you,” Liam says as he takes both of my hands and places them above my head, leaving one hand wrapped around both of my wrists.

He trails kisses down my neck and reaches between my legs with his free hand. When he feels the wetness already gathered down there, he groans and reaches for his dick. The first push inside of me is slow and precise as he bottoms out in me, instantly hitting the perfect spot. I try to silence my moan, so I don’t go waking Harper up and ruining everything.

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