And yet, when he tipped back onto the bed, I clung to him harder and squealed with laughter as we both bounced once his back hit the mattress.
Just as he always did, as they did, he took my mind from the past. I forgot my dire thoughts, forgot anything but him as we stared at each other, me down at him, him up at me.
Pressing my hands to his chest, I leaned against him and murmured, “Liam?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah?”
“I want you.”
His lips twisted with a cocky grin that set me alight. “Yeah? Not as badly as I want you.” With that, he sat up, and his hands went to the hem of my shirt. “You ready?”
“I’ve been ready for years.”
His eyes darkened at that, and then I couldn’t see him as he ripped the tee over my head. For a second, with my head covered, my mind went to a darker place, and then it was gone as I stared into his beautiful face once more.
All the while our gazes were linked, his hands went to my bra. He worked it open, freeing my breasts a second later, but he didn’t look down. Didn’t stare at them like I’d seen some of the brothers stare at tits like they had the answers to world peace scrawled on them. No, he saw me, needed me to the point where I wasn’t just a body. Wasn’t just limbs and body parts that were sexy or appealing to a man.
To him, I was Ama.
And that was somehow the sexiest thing this man could have done. Ours was a highly sexed world. Fucking happened everywhere. It was on tap. The clubwhores pretty much existed for that reason. They were holes for the brothers to fuck—mean of me, I knew, but it was the truth.
I knew, point blank, that wasn’t what I was to Liam, and it made me love him more.
Reaching for his hands, I pressed them to my breasts. When his fingers were there, the callouses scraping over my flesh, I shuddered and murmured, “I’m ready for anything you can throw my way. Although, I’d suggest we postpone the anal until I invest in a butt plug.”
He blinked at me, then burst into chuckles. Though his hooting laughs had my lips twitching, I was actually being serious.
For a few seconds, I let him carry on with the male equivalent of giggling, then I slapped his chest and pouted. “I’m being serious.”
“I know, and that’s what’s even more hilarious.” He curled his lips inward as he stared up at me, and shaking his head, mumbled, “I swear to fuck, Ama, you come out with stuff at the damnedest moments.”
I hitched a shoulder, and was satisfied this time when his gaze dropped to my tits as they jiggled with the gesture. “No point in lying.”
“This is true.” He sighed, reaching up and gently cupping one of my breasts. His fingers tweaked my nipple, coaxing it to bud, making me sigh. When he pinched, I jerked in response and glowered at him.
“No fair!” I reached down, and through his tee, pinched his.
He grinned, sat up, curved his arms around me again, and then hauled me down until we were chest to chest. Rolling us both over until I was on my back, I sighed as his weight centered between my thighs, which I parted the second he settled over me.
After his tongue swiped over my bottom lip, I whispered, “I’m ready, Liam.”
“Fuck, you saying my name messes with my head.” He groaned, then reared backward and began shucking off his tee. I didn’t like it when he moved away, but I appreciated the view as he shoved his jeans down, baring everything.
I mean, I’d seen way too much of the male body thanks to where I’d been raised. But seeing my man? Fuck, it beat everything else.
Licking my lips as I stared at his thick, long cock, I empathized with all romance novel virgins—the ‘how will it fit?’ question surged to the forefront of my thoughts, but before I could worry about it, his fingers were at my fly. Within seconds, he was hauling my shorts down my legs, panties too, and I was just as naked as he was.
It was the first time I’d been naked with anyone, and yeah, I kind of felt shy, but also just ready. I was so beyond prepped for this moment.