That he would.
Hopefully, with me.
Before he could try to talk me out of it, I pressed up onto my toes and crushed my mouth to his, breathing in his next exhale. He was stiff, at first, but the longer I kissed him, the more he softened, until his shoulders relaxed, and he melted into me.
We didn’t need words anymore.
Liam backed me up until my knees hit the edge of our bed, and we both tumbled into it, the sheets puffing up in a cloud around us.
So many ways, I’d had this man. I’d felt his impatient thrusts deep and hard, had him in the shower and in the bed and on both of our desks and in the middle of a dark alleyway in Florence. I’d felt his greedy hands take and take, felt the need to do the same burning at my core, felt passion like never before in my life.
But this was something else, something different, something new and tender and sacred.
Liam balanced on shaking elbows above me, shifting his weight to one side so he could pull at the ties fastening my swim bottoms to my hips. Just two simple tugs and he had me exposed, flipping the fabric down and sliding his finger between my wet folds.
I arched into the warmth of his palm, mouth falling open. His finger skated along the seam of me without touching my clit or pressing inside, just a tease of a touch before he rolled off of me and the bed altogether.
He kept his eyes on me as he stripped out of his swim shorts, abandoning them at his feet and crawling back into bed. He gripped my hips and hoisted me up until I was straddling him, his thighs under me, bare length slicking between my wet lips.
I gasped at the sensation, at how easy it would be to just angle my hips and drop down an inch to feel him inside me the way I desperately wanted to.
But Liam held my hips firmly, not allowing me to close the distance as he kissed me long and slow, stealing my breath more and more with each swipe of his tongue against mine.
Once he knew I understood not to move, he trailed his fingertips up over my hips, my ribcage, until he could tug at the strings behind my back. Just like my bottoms, the top fell loose, hanging around my neck as my nipples pebbled under the cool air.
I broke our kiss long enough to strip the fabric overhead, and then my mouth was on his again, and he palmed my breasts in each hand, testing the weight of them, his thumbs rolling over the peaked nipples.
I pulled back to watch him touching me, to admire the way our bodies fit together, how I arched into him and he into me, both of us yearning for connection. And when I looked back up at Liam, his hooded eyes watched me in return, a burning ache in their depths.
I love you.
I felt the words reverberate through my ribcage, ping ponging all around so fiercely I thought they might crack a bone. But I bit them down, kept them inside, begged them to quiet.
“I want to feel you,” Liam said, running the tip of his nose along the bridge of mine. He pressed a kiss against my lips before he whispered, “all of you.”
His hands wrapped around me and over my ass, rolling me forward and down just an inch, just enough to feel the head of his member press a centimeter inside me.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Liam swallowed, and with our eyes locked, he gently pressed, gently guided me until my hips dropped more, and he sank inside me.
It was just an inch at first, a searing inch that had both of our breaths hitched in our throats, and then he pulled me down more, flexed his hips, and he was so deep inside me I saw stars.
We both moaned, my forehead falling to his, eyes closing as I shivered from ears to toes.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so fucking good, Harley.”
Without warning, I lifted up onto my knees, withdrawing until only the tip of him remained inside me before I sat back down.
It was even more consuming than the first thrust.
Liam bit my shoulder around a groan, and I rolled my hips against him, catching a bit of friction against my clit as I did.
Slowly, I began to move, pressing up onto my knees before slowly lowering back down, over and over, again and again. Our bodies slicked with sweat, the stifling heat from outside and lack of air conditioning turning our apartment into a sauna, but we didn’t care. Liam brushed my damp hair out of my face and pulled me into him, kissing me like he wanted to devour me entirely, like he wanted to fuse us together so that neither of us would know where he ended and I began.