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Her brows flickered, her gaze shifting between his eyes.
He stepped closer, his front pressing against hers. “I lost my mom when I was a teenager and have trusted very few people since. My team became my family, but it took me a while to even trust inthem. I need to work on that. Iwantto work on that. And I will. Every day. Because I love you too.”
Her breathing faltered. “Love?”
“Yeah, Ny. I love you. It feels both exciting and scary, kind of like falling over the edge of a cliff and relying on the other person to catch you. Today, I didn’t catch you. And I’m sorry. Next time, I swear to you, I will.”
Her eyes continued to shift between his, searching. And the silence felt heavy.
He lowered his head, lips hovering over hers. “Tell me you forgive me, Ny. Tell me we can move past this.”
* * *
He loved her.This man, who she’d fallen for so quickly and with so little hesitation, loved her.
Today had hurt. Had cracked her chest wide open. But now, standing in a room with the man she loved, hearing that he loved her back, that he wanted to be a better man for her, for them…
“I forgive you,” she whispered. Then she shrugged. “If we’re going to love each other, we’re both gonna screw up every so often. Today it was you. Tomorrow, it’ll probably be me.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before he swooped, his head dropping and his arms wrapping around her as he lifted her off her feet and kissed her.
Being held by this man, having his lips on her…God, it was everything. It made the moments of fear and pain over the last few weeks feel like distant echoes of the past. Just stepping stones necessary to get here, to Liam.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into him. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tangled it with hers, her heart thudded, beating to a faster, desperate rhythm.
She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging. Desperate to hold him just that bit closer.
When her robe fell open, she wasn’t sure if he’d moved it or if it had separated on its own. She didn’t care. Because immediately his hand slid over her skin, grazing up her side, fingers spanning over her rib cage. When he spun and pressed her to the wall, his hand shifted the final inch to cup her breast.
A wild, uninhibited cry tore from her chest. She arched, pressing herself farther into him as he palmed her.
The dull throb in her lower belly intensified, her skin burning wherever he touched.
When his mouth moved to her cheek, then her neck, she turned her head, giving him more access. Wanting everything he could give. He sucked and nipped at her, tormenting her, before moving his mouth down her chest.
Her breath caught, and when he took one pebbled nipple between his teeth, she threw her head back. His tongue swirled around the bud, his teeth grazing her flesh.
She squirmed in his hold, her heart racing so fast she swore it was beating right out of her body. The blood roaring between her ears was all she could hear. Liam’s hands and mouth on her all she could feel. Her world narrowed to just those sensations.
When he switched to her other breast, she grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. It was an overload of pleasure. It consumed her. Tortured and teased.
His hand slipped to the apex of her thighs, and his finger ran over her clit. Her entire body shuddered. He did it again and again, exploring her. Causing her body to tremble in his hold. When his finger touched her entrance, her breath stalled. Then he pushed inside.
She couldn’t have stopped her whimper if she tried. The way her core ground against him, begging for more. His mouth never stopped teasing her breast, his finger moving rhythmically inside her as his thumb worked her clit.
“Liam,” she gasped, the word barely tearing from her chest. “I need you.”
His head lifted and he started to step back, but she gripped his shoulders tighter. “Here,” she whispered.
A growl, so low and guttural it sounded painful, fell from his lips. He slipped his finger out of her and fought with his jeans before lowering them just enough to release his cock from his briefs.
He opened a drawer beside them and tugged out a foil, quickly slipping it on before lifting her higher. Nylah’s legs automatically wrapped around his waist, and when she felt him between her thighs, so large and hot, her entire body tingled.
He didn’t slide straight in, instead pausing at her entrance and looking so deeply into her eyes, she swore he saw every little crevice of her soul.
“I love you, Ny. And I’m gonna tell you that every single day.”
Those words shredded her. Cut her into pieces shaped just for him. “I love you too, Liam.”
