I fucking love that she craves me the very same way I crave her. She needs me just as much. It’s obvious by the way she strains against me, fighting to get even closer.
I devour her mouth as my hands consume her body, staking their claim. She’s mine.
“Fuck, Cara,” I mutter against her neck as we break the kiss, gasping for breath. “I missed you so fucking much.” I rain hungry kisses down her neck to her shoulder. I nip at her sensitive flesh and feel her heartbeat racing in time with my own.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every single second.”
It’s nothing but the truth. My mind has been consumed with her. I’ve barely been able to sleep, unable to focus on my work. Nothing has mattered these past couple days. No one has ever gotten to me the way Cara has. Ever. It means something.
Connor initially said that maybe she was the one. That her getting under my skin so quickly had to mean something. And it does. I don’t dare admit, even to myself, what it is, but it’s there nonetheless. I can’t fight it.
I don’t want to fucking fight it. I just want to be here with her. That’s all that matters.
“Cara,” I say, cupping her cheeks and staring down into her eyes. “Do you have any idea how crazy I’ve been without you? All I could think about was you and why you weren’t answering my calls. You have no clue how happy I was when you called.”
She stares up at me, wide-eyed, and I catch another glimpse of something that fills me with unease. “Liam.” She places her hands on my chest and bites her lip, looking away. I watch her carefully, my stomach doing a weird little flip when she pushes lightly on my chest, trying to put a bit of space between us.
But fuck that. I just tighten my arms around her waist, not letting her move. She’s not getting away from me.
She takes a deep, shaky breath before looking back up at me again. “I need to tell you something important.”
My eyes narrow and my mind spins. I don’t want to hear it, whatever it is. Though I have a sneaking suspicion of what it might be. I’d hoped things wouldn’t play out like this, especially now that I recognize just how much I need her. Being here with her after the short time apart only cements it.
I shake my head. “We can talk later.” I grin. “After.”
I’m not waiting another second. It’s been torture being away from her, and me and my dick both need to make up for that lost time.
She doesn’t resist when I suck her lower lip into my mouth. She simply goes limp in my arms, giving in to the sensations I know I’m evoking in her. Her breath hitches, and I feel her nipples harden into tight little nubs as I press her closer to my chest.
Her arms run up my chest and tangle in my hair again, and I take advantage of the opportunity. Sliding my hands under her dress, I trail my fingers around to her stomach, feeling it jump at my touch, then I pull the dress up and over her head, discarding it quickly. I immediately bury my face in those perfect tits, inhaling the scent of her that’s haunted me at night. Her scent that lingered on my bed sheets, mocking me with the fact that she wasn’t there.
“Fuck, baby. I missed this body so fucking bad.”
She groans as I pull down the cup of her lacy bra and suck her nipple into my mouth.
All thoughts of anything she wanted to say have disappeared, and now it’s just us in this moment, losing ourselves in the other’s touch.
Snaking one hand around her back, I flick the clasp of her bra, and it falls down, fully exposing her luscious tits to me. I toss it away as well, cupping the full globes and giving her other nipple just as much attention as the first.
I need her bare. I need to see all of her.
Bringing my mouth back to hers, I sear her lips with another scorching kiss, my hands working on peeling down her thong, dropping to my knees as I pull them all the way off.
Then my face is right there in front of her pussy. I inhale her scent and press a gentle kiss to her mound. Her legs quake as she grips my head, and I smile up at her.
“I’ve missed you so fucking bad.”
Time to completely disappear in this body that I’ve craved more than I’ve ever craved anything in my life.
Cara
His fingers go around my waist and he brushes them over the curve of my ass. My heart is already beating fast and, even though I shouldn’t succumb to lust and desire, that’s exactly what I do.
Taking my hands to his chest, I start unbuttoning his shirt and brush my fingers over the
hard lines of his abs, tracing their contour as if I’m taking measures. I let my hands climb up to his chest and then they go to his neck; his own hands go up my side and, grabbing my face gently, he parts his lips and slowly brushes his tongue against mine.
Oh, how am I ever going to be able to break up with him?