As we walk over to meet the rest of The Mighty Storm, I can’t take my eyes off Liam.
I feel like I’m seeing him through new eyes tonight.
Of course I knew he was great. He’s wonderful and charming and funny and smart and fucking amazing in bed.
But this—his charity and what he does to help these kids who don’t have much in life—I guess it’s making me see just how special Liam really is.
And I’m starting to see just how special he is to me.
What he’s starting to mean to me.
This is the exact moment, as I walk over to meet the band whose music I’ve been listening to since I was a teenager, that I realize I have feelings for Liam.
Real, actual feelings that move beyond the realm of just sex.
I can’t tell if these feelings are that of friendship.
Or something more.
Either way, I have feelings for him.
And that knowledge scares the hell out of me.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, waking to find Liam’s head between my legs and his tongue licking me with gusto.
At the sound of my voice, Liam’s eyes lift to mine. “Good morning,” he rumbles. His chin rubs on my clit, the scratch of his morning stubble feeling strangely erotic.
“It certainly is.” I smile, biting my bottom lip.
“Well, I did tell you if I stayed awake in bed next to you, I’d end up waking you up for sex.”
“I’m glad you did—wake me up, that is.”
He tips his head back down and runs his nose over my clit, making me shiver.
Then, he puts his mouth back on me and sucks on my clit, sliding two fingers inside me, making my hips jerk upward.
He presses his free hand on my hip, holding me in place, as he drives me crazy with his skilled tongue.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my fingers pulling at his hair, and I’m coming against his mouth seconds later.
I’m lax in the bed, my heart still beating hard and my breaths are coming fast.
Liam climbs up my body. “Hi.”
He brushes his mouth against mine. I can taste myself on his lips.
“Hi yourself.” I grin.
I part my legs wider, letting him know what I want—him inside me.
Liam smiles against my mouth, kissing me again, as he pushes himself inside me.
“Liam,” I moan between kisses.
“Jesus, Taylor.” He presses his forehead to mine and starts moving in and out of me in long, measured strokes.
Liam rarely says my name, but when he does, it’s when he’s inside me or angry with me, as I learned last night. But I like hearing him say my name, especially when he’s moaning it in sexual pleasure.
The slow sex doesn’t last long, and very quickly, he’s fucking me fast and hard. His hand goes under my ass, tilting it up, so he reaches deeper. His mouth kisses down my neck to my breast, taking it in his mouth. Then, his tongue is licking around my nipple.
My hands are on his back, my nails scoring into his skin.
“I’m not gonna last much longer, babe. Are you close?”
“Come,” I tell him. “I want to feel you come.”
Liam always thinks of me first in sex. But, right now, I want this moment to be about him.
His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me deeply. Not much later, he’s coming long and hard. He collapses on top of me, making sure not to crush me, with his face buried in my neck as he catches his breath. Then, he kisses a path up my neck to my mouth and gives me a soft, sweet face.
“I’ll get something to clean you up. Give me a minute.” One last kiss, he pulls out of me and leaves the bed, walking into the bathroom.
I hear the telltale sound of running water, and then Liam reappears with a damp cloth.
“I can do it.” I hold out my hand.
“I know, but I like to do it.” He sits on the bed beside me and presses the damp cloth to me, cleaning me up. “It’s my last chance to feel you up—well, until the next time I get to do it.” He lifts his smiling eyes to mine.
I giggle, shaking my head at him.
He takes the cloth back to the bathroom, and then he’s climbing into bed beside me. I curl up against his body, resting my head on his chest. I listen to his heart beating, my fingers running through his soft chest hair.
“I wanted to ask you something,” Liam says.
I tip my head back, so I’m looking at him. “Sounds ominous.”
He smiles. “It’s nothing bad. It’s just Grand Prix weekend, and I always go down to my grandpa’s place. I usually drive down on Friday night. We hang out and go flying on Saturday, and then we head to the Prix on Sunday.”
“You go to your grandpa’s often?”
“As often as work allows.”
“Then, you should definitely go. Don’t worry about me here. It’s London. There’s plenty to entertain me.”
I could actually go down to Oxford. I was planning on doing it at the end of my trip. But I could go this weekend while Liam’s away. I could catch the train and spend the day down there.