I need to feel him. I lean forward and kiss him. Our tongues tangle and he bites my bottom lip, holding it between his teeth as he pulls back. My God. He’s killing me. His head drops to my breasts as he runs his tongue along the top of one and then repeats on the other side. My fingers grip his hair, and I tug him closer, needing more. For the first time in two days, my body has come to life. Liam latches on, and I cry out, feeling his teeth, tongue, and the warmth of his mouth.
“Liam, I need you inside of me.” I don’t recognize my own voice. It’s thick and heavy with a need only he can fulfill. “Take me, sweetheart. Take me,” I beg.
He responds with a throaty groan and flips me onto my back. He tears my underwear off and stares at me, blinking a few times. I see the moment he realizes this isn’t a dream. Awareness registers and his hand travels down my side. “You’re here.”
I grip his cheeks. “I’m here. I’m yours. Now prove you’re mine.”
Liam settles between my legs, and our eyes stay locked as he slowly enters me. I refuse to break the connection we share as he fills me. I stretch and savor the feeling of being complete.
We stay together as he glides back and forth. Liam brushes my hair, rubs his thumb across my lips, and keeps his gaze trained on me. My hands gently trail his spine, his shoulders, and down his arms. He sucks in a breath when my nails scratch across the tattoo on his ribs.
Liam thrusts me forward, and the sound of our lovemaking echoes in the room. Our tangled bodies and heavy breathing mixed with the smell of sex and sweat fill my mind. I want to bathe in this moment. Drench myself in the happiness and love I feel, because I know all too soon that it will end.
“Don’t,” he commands.
Confusion sweeps over me.
“Don’t go there. Stay here. Stay right here with me, Natalie.”
I crush the thoughts that were chasing me and focus on him. My thoughts only memorize his frame that’s covering me, the connection we share right now, soul to soul and body to body.
My orgasm comes out of nowhere and I fall apart in his arms. “Oh, oh my God.”
Liam stops moving and watches me burst into pure ecstasy. I wriggle and he reaches between us, putting pressure on my clit, drawing out all pleasure from my body. “I can’t,” I say, needing him to stop. It’s too much.
“You can,” his voice is strained.
He milks each ounce of bliss my body holds. It lasts forever. My limbs are limp at my sides when he begins to move again. “I’ll never grow tired of watching you come apart.” He pounds harder and I slide up from the force. “I want you to think of how I make you feel when you’re away from me.” Liam slams into me again, and I claw my nails into his shoulder. “When you move, I want you to feel me right here.” He rears back and the slapping of skin rings loudly through the air. “You belong to me. Not him. Not anyone else.”
I can’t speak as Liam sets a punishing rhythm. He growls as he pushes harder and harder. Each time he hits a little deeper, and I bite my lip to fight from crying out. This is rough, but it’s exactly what I need. We had our sweet lovemaking . . . now we’re fucking. There’s no finesse, no love. Just primal and urgent. The need to sink our bodies so deep that we don’t know where I end and he begins.
“Do you understand?” he asks and pushes so hard I can’t control the cry. I welcome the pain from his body. I’d rather feel him hurt me than all the other forms of agony I’m in.
“Hurt me! Make it stop!” I scream out.
Liam stills and looks down at me as tears build in my eyes. “I’ll never hurt you.” His voice is calm and unlabored, as if all of that minutes ago was nothing. He flips me on top and grips my hips. “I love you,” he says tenderly.
Tears fall from my eyes and splash against his chest. “I love you,” I reply.
He moves me slowly and I rock, allowing his cock to fill me. “Stay tonight,” he requests.
I don’t reply because I can’t. He knows it, but it hurts. Liam forces me to pick up the pace but still stays affectionate. “I’m gonna come, Lee,” he tells me as he begins to pump from below.
I lean down against his ear. “I love you. Fill me.”
He grunts and releases. Liam’s arms wrap around my body, holding me close. I close my eyes and wish I could stay here.
But I can’t.
No matter how much I don’t want to . . . I have to go home.
Ugh. My fucking head is throbbing. I feel like shit. I roll over and fight the spinning.
That was one hell of a dream. I scratch my head and look at the bed in disarray. I must have really gotten into that one. I haven’t had a wet dream since I was twelve.
I get up and head to the bathroom, reliving each moment. She felt so real. I could touch her, taste her, and feel her body beneath me, but there’s no way it was her. Natalie’s with her fucking husband.
Once I’d gotten myself out of the rope the bastard tied me in, I passed out in bed. I let the alcohol-induced coma take me over. Quinn was right, I need to pull myself together and man the fuck up. So she’s gone . . . I have a deployment coming and a team of men who need me to be present. Not some lovesick puppy licking my wounds.
I rub my neck and notice the nail marks on my shoulder. What the fuck?