“What’s my favorite song?” He asked this time.
I rolled my eyes. “The ridiculous original Pokémon theme song.”
“It’s not ridiculous!” He cried a moment before rolling over and pinning me to the bed. He held my arms above my head and I playfully tried to get away, but he held tight. “Take it back, Willow. It’s the best song ever written.”
“Never!” I cried, bucking my hips against his.
“Dissing Pokémon is a sin.” He twisted his lips, trying to feign an angry expression, but he kept breaking out in a grin.
“Guess I’m a sinner then,” I breathed, staring at his lips.
“Fuck it,” he cursed, crashing his lips to mine.
We became a wild tangle—a clash of lips and teeth and moans and words we couldn’t even comprehend.
He tilted my head back, angling his mouth over mine, completely devouring me.
And I welcomed it.
I felt like we’d had to be so careful, so we didn’t upset Liam and in turn bring down the wrath of my dad upon us, but in that time the heat had been building between us.
Simmering.
Boiling.
And now bubbling over.
His hands skimmed under my shirt—his touch tentative.
I didn’t do tentative.
I reached down and pulled my shirt off, leaving me bare underneath.
He stared down at me. “Maybe I wanted to do that.”
I clasped my hands around his neck, drawing his lips back to mine. “Too late.”
A growl rumbled in his chest and his kiss was fierce. He wasn’t holding back.
This was nothing like the first time. We were too starved and began ripping madly at our remaining clothes.
My fingers clawed at his back when he pushed inside me.
He held my hands captive above my head in a rare show of dominance.
But I loved seeing him come undone.
Eventually everything else faded and it was only the two of us.
Nothing else mattered.
***
Liam glared at me from across the kitchen table, his spoon clanking against the glass bowl, but he made no move to raise it to his lips.
I knew I looked like a mess.
My hair was a wild disarray and my face was red from the scratch of Dean’s stubble.