Liam arched an eyebrow. “You’ve got a vibrator.”
Her eyebrows scrunched like she was waiting for some sort of judgement.
“Baby, that’s sexy as hell.” And it meant he could have her without hurting her. As soon as he thought it, his legs flexed, his hips seeking her entrance.
“Shite, you’ve got me so hard.” He hissed through his teeth, pressing Calla against the back wall of the shower. He gripped the back of her head and dropped his forehead to hers, struggling for control.
“Are you… um. Clean?”
Liam pulled back, startled at Calla’s question. “Yes. I get tested twice a year. Just got the results and I’m clean as a whistle.”
“I’m clean,” she said. “Well, obviously. But you know—"
“You on birth control?” Fuck, he was getting harder and harder with every word that came out of her mouth.
“No,” she shook her head, “but I only get my period every few months and it just finished so—”
Liam’s hips dropped and he grabbed his cock, rubbing it through her folds. “Are you saying you want me to take ya bare?”
Her eyes shot to his and she nodded. “I want to know what it feels like.” Her eyes searched his. “I want to feel you.”
Well fuck Mackenzie fecking Knight. He might have gotten one first, but Liam was taking this. He’d never gone without a condom with any woman. Ever. It was crazy for him even to consider. Even when using condoms, he’d had that woman try to claim her baby was his.
But Calla wasn’t those women. She didn’t know how rich he was. She wasn’t wanting this for any other reason than she wanted him. Wanted him.
Liam didn’t shove in like Mack had. He went slow. She’d feel every inch of him. Since he had her against the far wall, the spray of the shower was hitting his back. And sinking into Calla while steam spun all around them, it was sexy to the point of fucking magical.
He lifted one of her legs for better access and then groaned as the head of his cock passed through her lips. Jaysus she was tight. She might have already been fucked that night, but she was still tight as a fecking drum.
And this wasn’t fucking. Liam had fucked a lot of women. He wasn’t a complete manwhore but he had a fair handful of partners each year.
None of them had felt like this. The only other woman he’d even considered going bare with was Brigid. He’d considered a lot of things with Brigid, until she’d turned out like all the rest.
Calla lifted a hand to his cheek. “Are you with me?” Her eyebrows were furrowed. Like she could see him dwelling on the past. Screw that. He wasn’t going to let his shite history fuck up this moment with Calla. He put his hand over hers, then flipped her palm to kiss it. His other hand dropped under her ass, clutching her as he slid in another inch. And then another.
Calla’s eyebrows went high and her mouth dropped open. She was the goddamned picture of ecstasy.
He’d take her there. Jaysus Christ but he’d take her there, and then follow her over. He pushed the last of the way inside her until their hips were flush together. He rocked his pelvis so his groin rubbed her clit. That might not be enough. It wasn’t with some women.
But before he could even think about dropping his hand between them to ensure, Calla’s own hips rolled into his, rubbing just the spot she needed. Liam could tell because her eyebrows arched further up each time she ground against him. They’d be at her hairline soon but fuck, he loved how expressive she was.
He dragged his cock out and then in again and she clenched around him. “Baby,” he hissed out.
“Is this real?” Calla whispered, dragging her cheek across his before kissing him again. “Is any of this real? Earlier, with… And you.” Her eyes were bright with wonder as she looked at Liam. “You’re you and I’m just the town tomboy.” She clenched on him and bit her lip.
But Liam’s stomach had soured. “What do you mean I’m me?” Did she know who he was? How much he was worth? Fuck. Was she playing him like everyone had his whole life?
If she was then she was one hell of an actress. But Jaysus, hadn’t he overheard Xavier talking to Mel about how Calla had just lost everything? She was totally broke and then here comes the rich billionaire—fucking Christ how was he stupid enough to be barebacking with—
“Liam?” Calla’s voice was colored with concern. “I lost you again. Where are you?” Her eyes searched his back a
nd forth.
“What did you mean by sayin’ you’re you?”
She blinked like she was confused. “You’re Liam O’Neill. The whole town knows you.”
What? He knew that witchy little blonde had found him out, but—