He was so damn masculine. Everything about him was larger than life. Overwhelming. That was exactly what I needed right now. My hand slid down his stomach, but he caught my wrist.
“I don’t know where you think you’re going, but it’s back to sleep with you.”
“But–”
“No.”
I felt my bottom lip stick out. “Please?”
Liam took a long, slow breath in, then out. “Kayla, I beg you. If you feel anything for me at all, you’ll turn your back to me and just sleep until morning.”
Leaning forward, I caught his lips again, and the sound of his soft groan undid me completely. By not letting himself go, he was proving that he was the one. I trusted him even more.
My lips parted as his tongue gently drifted into my mouth, my hand sliding back up to grip his thick hair. My hips shifted, my top leg flexing to press my wet panties against his shorts.
His shaft was like steel, and so big it was a bit frightening. His hands tightened on my ass, pulling me against him hard. Rocking his length all along my barely covered pussy, once, twice, he then pushed me away with a deep shudder.
Liam was nearly panting with effort as he took my hands, turning me away so that we were spooning again. He held my hands across my stomach. The feeling of his arousal pressed against my ass made me wriggle back against him, and he groaned again.
“Please, Kayla. Don’t squirm. Please help me be a good guy here.”
Shifting to put some space between us, I curled into this arms. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmm, I know, bab
y,” he murmured against the back of my neck. “But a man can only take so much temptation.”
“I just want–”
“Oh, I know what you want,” he chuckled. “But it would be buckets and buckets of wrong. Truckloads of wrong.”
“That’s a lot of wrong,” I laughed.
His lips grazed my neck, as I shuddered again, releasing a long, low sigh.
“This never happened, Kayla. It was all just a dream. Let’s sleep now.”
From the sound of his breathing, and the pressure of his arms around me, it took him a while to nod off. When I finally drifted away, floating in the constant darkness, I dreamed that I heard him murmur, “I could love you so easily, little one. I could be so good for you, if I weren’t so bad for you.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
* Liam *
Waking up with Kayla in my arms filled me with such peace. This magical girl was everything I’d ever wanted. Even though I knew this was the day her desire for me would be turning off like flipping a switch. I tried to be grateful for what time we had left.
The guilt over what we’d done in the night came back to me in a wave. I knew it was wrong. I could also feel how much it had relaxed her. Some people had flings all the time. For us to have a little snuggle that was over the line wasn’t the worst thing ever, I hoped.
She had begged for much more, and I was actually rather impressed that I was able to control myself. Barely. It may have been one of the hardest things I’d ever done.
Something else was incredibly hard. I needed to escape our sleepy snuggling before she got ideas again. Or even worse, if I did.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I gently rolled her over top of me so that she was facing the back of the couch. I needed to escape to take a shower, and take care of certain male business that was becoming quite painful.
The hot water drained my tension, and my hand drained my more urgent tension. I pictured Kayla’s open lips, gasping as she came. Her curvy hips wriggling, her little fingers nearly tearing out my hair.
I came harder than I could ever remember, shooting my pent up release straight down the drain as I ground my lips together hard. Somehow I managed not to choke out her name under the falling water.
Once I was dressed and busy with making coffee for me and tea for her, I felt clearer. Stable. I could get through this day, and be there for her. I couldn’t imagine how stressed out she must be, and she would need someone to lean on.