Page 13 of Begin Again, Part 2

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," he hiccupped. "Come here."

Before Eden knew what hit her, his mouth was on hers. His hand drunkenly grabbed the back of her head as he kissed her with hunger no one had ever shown her before.

Her brain screamed at her to stop and push him away because they were a mangled train wreck waiting to happen. But his tongue, sweet baby Jesus, his tongue in her mouth, doing things to her she never thought were possible, kicked all her common sense out of the window. She pressed into him and flung her arms around his neck as she straddled him, her legs winding loosely around his waist.

He tasted like insanely expensive cognac or maybe bourbon. Whatever it was, he'd drunk enough of it to leave her intoxicated, and she didn't care. At that moment, his hands fumbling with the buttons of her sleep shirt, his hot lips on her neck, Eden finally understood one of life's sad truths—how addicts were born.

No one set out to be an addict. All it took was a single moment of weakness in some dingy alley, a luxurious hotel bathroom, on the table of a dimly lit boardroom, or in her case, in her living room on an overpriced couch she had no business buying when her finances were such a mess.

She sobbed as she kissed him harder, horrified at the realisation that she was addicted to Liam, insanely and completely addicted to him.

"I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you till you can't walk." Liam groaned on her lips, kissing her fiercely, leaving her panties wet with her desire. She had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from screaming when he slipped them aside and slid his fingers inside her slippery warmth.

"You are mine, Princess," Liam kissed her eyelids, mouth, neck, and jaw, while his fingers slowly drove her to the brink of madness.

"Say it!" He urged her, his fingers as relentless as his kisses. "Tell me you're mine."

The ache in her centre intensified, getting stronger with each thrust as he rubbed and stroked her so intimately.

"Say it!" He commanded, pausing his thrusts, and Eden wanted to shriek. She was so close, and she knew that he knew, and he was punishing her for not doing as he asked.

"I'm yours," she whimpered at last, and he rewarded her with another long kiss as he continued to drive her over the edge with his hands.

"Cum for me, Princess!" he ordered her, his breath on her face as hot as her need aching deep in her core while he teased her with his fingers. "Let go."

"Oh, hell!" Eden moaned softly, her world coming undone as she convulsed and shuddered when an intense orgasm thrashed her body.

"Oh, goodness, Liam!" She sagged over his shoulder, tears shimmering in her eyes.

It took her a long time to stop crying and shaking, and even when she had, she didn't want to move away from him, didn't want to leave the safety of his arms.

After what seemed like a long time, when their breathing had returned to normal, the smell of their lovemaking still lingering in the room, Liam set her down on the couch. He nestled behind her and spooned her, his arms wrapping around her possessively.

"Did you touch yourself while I was gone?" he asked, his voice flapping through her hair. "Did you think of me while you touched yourself? Do you like touching yourself?"

She blushed and hid her face in the crook of his arm, ignoring his questions. "Since you're wide awake, you should leave."

"I'm not leaving," he announced, his hands tightening around her. "And stop trying to push me away and answer my questions."

"Me? Push you away?" Eden turned around and glared at him. "You vanished for almost a month. Were you dead?"

"Is that a trick question? Because I don't understand it," Liam mumbled sleepily and kissed her forehead.

"Being dead is the only excuse for not calling or texting!" Eden yelled. "This is not a whorehouse. There are rules. I have rules. You can't come and go as you please. I'm not the woman you come to when you're bored, horny or drunk!"

"I know that." Liam sighed. "Can we sleep now? I came here to get a peaceful night's sleep with you in my arms. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with that?" She shook her head incredulously. "Go home, Liam. And don't come back here."

"I don't have a home."

"What are you talking about?" Eden was fast losing her patience. "Your house in Willow Hills?"

"It's a house, not a home."

"What about the penthouse?"

"You're not there," he said. "It feels empty when you're not there."

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