“Liam!”
He kissed me, his hand moving down to my breast, teasing and caressing me and then he pinched my nipple and his fingers inside me twisted and bent and holy moly, they found a spot.
I grabbed onto him, moaning into his mouth, my hips thrusting with his movements. Inside, I pulsed around his fingers. Pressure built up in my head, in my body, like I was going to explode into a million pieces.
“So beautiful, Firefly. So perfect.” He rained kisses all over my face. “Let go and come for me.”
“Liam!” The pressure washed over me, shattered me. I called his name over and over. No thoughts. Just feeling. Nothing but the feeling of his hands and mouth on me. So good, so incredibly good.
The room slowly came back into focus, and I blinked up at him as he smiled at me. “I love watching you come apart for me.”
“I love coming apart for you.”
We smiled lazily, tenderly at each other for a long moment before I realized Liam was still kneeling on the floor, and that couldn’t be comfortable. “Come sit,” I said, tugging him up. He hesitated, and I suddenly remembered I was naked. “Um, I’ll get dressed.”
He stood and turned away, walking over to my clothes. He stood there stiffly, his back to me for a long moment before he picked them up and slowly carried them over.
Did I do something wrong? I felt even more naked if that was possible. “Liam? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
His eyes roamed over me, and whatever he’d been hiding fell away and concern took over. “I’m sorry. Nothing’s wrong. I just needed a second.”
He gestured toward his crotch, his gray sweatpants tented with his impressive erection and marred with a wet splotch from when he came outside.
“Oh. I think I’m alright with that now. I did that.” I pointed proudly to the wet spot.
Liam grinned. “You sure did.”
I laughed. Nothing was particularly funny. But I was just really, really happy.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Liam
I wasn’t going to survive this self-defense class. Or someone else wasn’t going to survive my wrath. It was killing me to see Jenna so distressed—and it was also an effective reminder that with just a few phone calls, I could be in Atlanta beating the shit out of Brian before daybreak.
“Chill the fuck out or leave,” Ryan hissed.
“I can’t. Look at her.”
“I see it, but your anger isn’t helping. You want her to learn to defend herself? Pull your shit together and help her focus.”
I nodded, trying to rein in my fury. “You need me here?”
“Nope, go ahead.”
“Thanks man.” I left Ryan to put away the computer and screen we’d just used to watch situational awareness videos, and walked through the gym, smiling politely to the other women as I headed over to Jenna, Juliette, and Nicky.
Hell, I knew he was right. It was just hard to stomach the tension in every line of her body and that fucking fake smile on her face.
Jenna slid into her spot at my side, and Dylan moved up behind Juliette and wrapped his arms around her. Lucky bastard didn’t have to worry about keeping his cock away from his girl.
Dammit, I did need to pull my shit together.Sorry, Firefly.I blew out a heavy breath and pressed a kiss to the top of Jenna’s head, then forced a smile onto my face. “So, are you girls ready to beat the crap out of us?”
“Hell yeah,” Nicky said. “When do I get to kick Ryan in the nuts?” The look she aimed his way said she wasn’t sure if she wanted to kick him or kiss him (or possibly both) in the nuts. Jenna laughed loudly. I’d hold Ryan down and let Nicky kick him in the balls all day if it made her laugh like that. I high-fived Nicky.
“With him as the practice dummy, this’ll be way better than last time,” Nicky said.