Page 49 of Montana Silence

Everything was stronger and more sensitive. One single touch of his lips on my skin and I had goose bumps everywhere.

I reached between us, getting my bra off and letting it fall to the floor. Liam skimmed his hands over my ribs and across my stomach. Every moment was the most I’d ever been touched. I felt drunk on the sensation, and we’d barely started.

Leaning back against him, I gave him my weight. Liam never ceased to amaze me in the way he understood my silence. He lifted me off the floor and took me to the bed, stretching us both out on top of the covers and holding me tight to his chest. I was exposed, and yet I didn’t feel it.

“I promise I won’t talk you to death,” he said with a smile, stroking his hand down my spine. “But I have a couple more things to ask.”

My fingers tapped twice lightly on his arm.

“You said ‘show me.’ What am I showing you tonight?”

I tilted my head to the side and met his gaze. He understood the question.

“Sex is more than just sex. And I would be happy to show you all of it. But I don’t want to overdo it either.”

He was holding me the way he had before. So familiar I could nearly forget we were half naked.

Nearly.

“What do you want to show me?” I asked softly.

“Fuck, Mara.” Liam moved, rolling me beneath him. “I want to show you everything. Absolutely everything.” He pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “But tonight, if you’ll let me, I want to show you what it’s like to have someone touch you. Help you find pleasure, to help make it easier for you. And after that…”

“Yes,” I whispered. Nothing he said scared me. I only wanted all of it with him.

Liam kissed me, holding back. He was always holding back, though he would never admit it. As much as I needed him to, I wanted to be in a place where he didn’t have to, and this was the first step.

Removing his weight and sitting up beside me, he looked at me for the first time. My need to hide was instinctual, but I resisted. A flush rose beneath my skin, and he touched me. Softly at first, just brushing his fingers over my stomach and shoulders.

But it wasn’t enough, and we both knew it.

I reached for him and pulled his face down to mine. My heart pounded in my ears. “Liam,” I breathed his name, swallowing the need to stay quiet. This wasLiam. “I’m a virgin, not broken. You don’t need to be so careful with me.”

He blew out a breath, shifting his weight over me once more, straddling my hips. The way his body pressed me down was comforting—like a living weighted blanket. I laughed, not imagining Liam would enjoy the comparison. He didn’t ask, just smiled. “If you need to stop, tap me and keep tapping.”

That I could do.

Every ounce of tension between us evaporated, and Liam dropped his mouth to my skin. Underneath my jaw and down my neck to the hollow of my throat. Gentle kisses across my skin. I never knew places like that could feel so good.

“I—” For once in my life, my voice was pressing against my lips, trying to break free, and I had no idea what to say.

Liam touched my breasts, covering them with his hands. My body responded like it had a mind of its own, arching and leaning into the touch. I was already feeling so much, all the sensations new and trying to draw my attention. But Ilikedit.

Lips pressed just below my neck—a kiss brushing and moving downward. Until his mouth was directly between my breasts, and somehow it wasn’t strange.

“I want to learn everything you like,” he whispered into my skin. “What makes your breath catch and what makes you moan.”

He closed his mouth over my nipple, and he got his wish. I gasped, my nipple hardening under his tongue and how it moved. Liam smiled despite the way he was kissing my skin.

It felt incredible. I ran my hands over the buzz of his hair, holding him to me because I didn’t want him to stop. Ever.

“Just like that,” he said, lifting his eyes to mine and running a finger over the taut skin. Flickers and sparks flowed from his touch downward before he sealed his mouth over my other nipple and repeated the process.

He never stopped moving his hands either, sliding them over my ribs and up over my shoulders. Liam was drowning me in touch, and at the moment, I was regretting all the time I’d spent without it.

Lower. His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of fluttering kisses over my stomach. My nipples tightened further in the absence of his mouth, the coolness of air on wet skin. And my heart definitely,definitelyskipped a beat, because he was at the waistband of my jeans.

One look up at me to make sure I was still with him, and he undid my belt. He was right—I was glad we’d ditched our shoes before all this started. I did not have the patience to wait for him to do it now. I was barely breathing, eager for him to strip the rest of my clothes off me.

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