“Yes,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his skin. “Fuck me.”
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I don’t think I’d cursed in front of him before, and his eyes darkened, nearly feral with lust. I felt his hips tense as he began to drive into me deeper, faster. One of his hands scooped under my ass, tilting me so that the base of his thick cock was brushing against my clit with every stroke. His strong grip was aggressive. Possessive. And I loved it.
“Kayla, my sweet baby,” he groaned, his voice husky. “You’re making me insane.”
“Oh!” I shrieked as something shifted, my tight tunnel opening for him completely as he plunged all the way inside. “Liam… yes…”
He kissed me roughly, but it still felt like he was holding back. His teeth nipped lightly along my throat as thrusts sped up, nearly frantic. Then his lips crushed to mine, matching the movement of his powerful hips. “Is this okay, baby?” he moaned into my mouth. His savage energy was nearly knocking the wind from me, and I loved every stroke.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “I’m going to…”
“Oh fuck, yes, baby.” His eyes locked on mine as he kissed me frantically with his eyes open. “Come for me. Let me feel you, Kayla.”
His energy had always been comforting. This severe version of his caring was incredible. My pulse quickened as his deep strokes became even more frantic.
Every muscle tensed and I gripped his shoulders desperately. “Liam,” I shrieked, my head falling back as I shook, coming so hard I thought I was being torn apart.
The way he held me just a little too tightly, pounded into me a bit too hard – everything was too much and it was perfect. My entire body was one screaming live wire of purest sensation. His heat flooded me, the sound of my name being roared from his lips made me dizzy with joy.
When our movements finally stopped, his lips met my forehead, my cheekbones, my lips. “Baby,” he whispered, “My sweet baby, please tell me I wasn’t too rough.”
“Just right,” I breathed, kissing him softly as he rolled to lie beside me. As we held each other, skin to skin, I realized that I’d never be this close to anyone else. Ever.
“Can I sleep in your bed instead of on your couch this time?” he murmured against my ear.
“Yes,” I giggled. “Maybe even tomorrow night too.”
“You’ll be stuck with me a lot more than that,” he chuckled. “Kayla, I’m never letting you go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
* Liam *
I’d never felt genuinely addicted to anything in my life before. Going to the gym made me feel clear, and I found it very comforting. But if I pulled something, I was just fine skipping it for as long as I needed to heal properly.
I enjoyed a cup of coffee every morning, but once in a while I would do a bit of a cleanse with nothing but fruit and vegetables for a week. I was fine without the caffeine.
But Kayla… Dear God, Kayla.
There was no way on this earth I would ever get enough of her smile, her touch. Her soft little giggle as she told me about some of the strangest art she was studying.
We were in constant communication, and I felt closer to her than I ever had with another human being. Even Gwen, who I’ve spent all thirty-six years of my life with.
There were things that I confessed to Kayla that I had sworn I would never tell another living soul. Like my secret shower singing playlist of bubblegum pop songs. And the way I always kept my favorite coffee mug out of the dishwasher because I never quite trusted them.
I was delighted that Kayla opened up to me, sharing some of her childhood fantasies, her favorite books, and how she screamed and cried with delight sometimes while watching championship figure skating.
We were perfect for each other, and our lives blended together so well. Most of our time was spent at her apartment, since she had heavy curtains and blinds on every window. But I took her to my condo several times so that I could make her a fancy dinner.
Caring for Kayla was my new obsession. I began every morning thinking about how I could make her smile. The healthy things I could cook for us, and what little surprises I could create for her.
I checked the weather obsessively, looking forward to cloudy days so that we could go shopping together, or for an earlier walk.
Although I would never push her, she was indoors so much that I felt obligated to gently encourage her to get more fresh air.
We did everything together, from laundry to housework to reading. After just three weeks, I really didn’t think that I could imagine life without her.