Page 107 of Just Between Us

“Liam,” I beg, my voice close to a whine.

“Something you need, girlfriend?” he asks, green eyes dancing.

“You,” I say with a frustrated growl.

Liam’s fingers dig into the fabric at my hip. I hear a rip, then cool air on bare flesh, and he’s notching himself at my entrance. I’m desperate for him to push all the way in, to fill me, to know what sounds those piercings can elicit. But Liam’s in the mood for games. He slides the tip through my wetness until I’m a writhing mess, back arching off the mattress. How am I already so close when he isn’t even inside of me yet?

He pushes in inch by glorious inch, then eases back, letting me adjust. Each little bar of metal brings a roll of pleasure sparking up my spine. He’s not even halfway in, and I’m already panting nonsensical words, needing all of him. As Liam slowly works himself deeper, his eyes slam shut.

“Christ, you’re perfect, baby. So tight and wet. You want more of me, angel?”

I’m barely tethered to my own body but I must nod, because with a snap of his hips Liam buries himself to the hilt, and I dig my nails into his deltoids at the sheer size of him. He hasn’t even started moving yet and I already feel like I’m teetering on the edge of losing myself.

“You okay?” Liam asks.

I nod again.

“Words. I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m—” Liam starts to move, a slow pace, and I momentarily forget how to speak. “Yes,” I manage on a breath. “I’m okay.”

In a quick movement, Liam backs onto his haunches, winds his hands around my thighs, and takes control. He pumps into me with such force, I cry out, my pleasure building to an impossible height. His chest now glistens with a sheen of sweat, hair has fallen across his forehead, jaw clenched. Everything about this view is so fucking sexy. The high of watching Liam move above me is better than anything I’ve ever known.

My hips move in time with his as that spark of pleasure coils tighter and tighter until I’m barely able to breathe.

“Liam,” I cry out, just as blinding pleasure cascades over mein a wave so strong I see stars behind my eyes. My orgasm is relentless, leaving me shaking, gasp after gasp falling from my lips. This man is turning me inside out, reassembling me into something totally new.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Liam grits out, through clenched teeth.

Just when I think it’s over, he grips my hips and slams into me over and over, the headboard behind us thwacking against the wall with the force. His piercings hit a spot that has me winding up again right as Liam throws his head back with a triumphant groan so loud it echoes off the walls. A second orgasm wracks through me, and together we’re nothing but gasps as his movements slow, turning lazy. Slowly he lowers, bracing on his forearms, our faces inches apart.

With a satiated grin he presses such a tender kiss to my lips, so soft compared to what we just did.

“Have I told you how perfect you are today?” he asks, brushing hair from my sweat-dampened cheek to tuck it behind my ear.

I bite back a grin. “Once or twice, but feel free to say it again.”

“You make me want to be a better man. In every possible way.”

Leaning up, I return his kiss with equal tenderness. “You’re exactly the man I want.”

Liam’s eyes search mine, like he’s looking for the truth behind my statement and I hold his gaze. “Wait right here,” he whispers. The loss of his warmth is a shock to my system and I immediately want it back. He returns seconds later with a warm washcloth and kneels to clean me with such thorough care, a lump lodges in my throat. I’m continually in awe of this man, who one moment rips orgasms from my body and the next makes me feel precious and cherished.

“Gotta go let Mutt back in, but I’ll be right back.” He pressesone more kiss to my forehead before he rises. My body feels limp from pleasure, but I drag myself to use the bathroom and return to his bed. He’s back a minute or two later and climbs in next to me, both of us still completely naked.

Mutt curls at our feet and I snuggle into Liam like a satisfied kitten. Within minutes I’m fast asleep.

“Casssssiieee.”Liam drags out my name with a groan and stretch. “Why did we agree to this?”

“Because we love Josie and she’s impossible to say no to,” I grumble, yawning into the pillow.

Liam hooks an arm around my waist, dragging my back to his front. It’s not even that early, barely nine a.m., but a dull ache between my legs reminds me why we’re both this exhausted. I was roused from sleep around three a.m. with Liam’s cock nudging at my entrance and we didn’t stop until the light of dawn peeked through the blinds. I had no idea so many orgasms could be had in one night but Liam delivered, all while whispering praises in the form of sonnets.

We promised Josie we’d be at her house at half past ten for brunch to see them off before their honeymoon. In a moment of insanity, I even offered to help straighten her house since I’m sure it’s a mess after yesterday. When this conversation happened, I had no idea I’d be spending the night in Liam’s bed.

Liam’s thumb grazes my nipple, his stubbled chin rubbing against my shoulder. “We could be quick.”

“We”—I place heavy emphasis on the word—“need a shower. We smell like sex. Your entire bedroom does.”