“Mmm.”
“Wake up, sleepy head.”
Wake up? That meant... I opened my eyes, and the most incredible sight greeted me. His hair was tousled, his face was soft and sleepy, and his chest—my pillow, apparently—was broad and strong and eye level, as usual. Even now, he smelled fresh, faintly like mint and woods.
I’d slept with Liam here. Not just in the house, but on the same couch, our limbs tangled around each other. And I was safe. Better than safe. I wanted to sink back into him, and I also wanted to dance around the room in celebration, because there was no part of me, not even the tiniest bit, that was freaked out by it.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
I stretched and twisted, freezing when I came face to face with morning wood tenting his gym shorts. I wasn’t prepared to do anything with it, but I was pleasantly surprised it didn’t seem to bother me.
“Good morning.”
“My eyes are up here,” he teased.
I sat up, twisting to face him. “I’m fine,” I said, because I knew he was trying to distract me from something possibly unpleasant. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. Did you sleep, too?”
“Don’t apologize. I loved sleeping like this with you.” He smiled, but there was worry in it. “You good?”
“I loved it, too. And yes, I’m good.” I’d usually be up all night after a nightmare like that, and also after rehashing that memory, but I’d slept so well. I didn't know what time I’d fallen back to sleep, but it couldn’t have been more than a couple ofhours ago, and yet I felt ready to take on the world, and there was only one explanation—Liam.
I trailed my hand over his chest, exploring the ridges and valleys of his muscles. Liam’s hand tightened in my hair. He didn’t move otherwise, but his eyes darkened and softened. Lust and affection. It was a heady combination I couldn’t resist. Didn’t want to resist. I circled my palm over his nipple. It hardened, so I flicked my fingertip and pinched it gently through his T-shirt.
“Firefly,” he warned, his voice rough with restraint.
I ignored it. “Touch me.”
His hands mimicked mine, caressing my breasts over my pajama top, tracing circles around my nipples. Teasing and tantalizing me. I wanted more. I pinched his nipple, tugging gently on it. He did it better, rolling and pulling my nipples, and electricity shot through my body from my breasts straight to my core. I squeezed my thighs together.
“You want more, Firefly? You want me to finger you?”
“Yes.” My dreams may be confused, but my head and heart trusted Liam. And all of me wanted everything from him.
He turned me, moving my body like it weighed nothing, leaning me back against him. One arm wrapped around me, his hand on my chest. His other hand rested on my lower thigh. “This good?”
“Yes.” My voice barely sounded like me.
“Inside only,” he said. It was a reassurance, not a question. “Pull your pants down.”
I lifted my hips and pulled my pajama pants down, no hesitation.
His hand trailed over my chest, up my throat, and tilted my head back. A deep kiss, and with his tongue tangling with mine, he speared his finger into me. I moaned into his mouth. Without thought, my hips rocked against his hand, seeking more.
“That’s it. Fuck my hand. Take what you want.”
God, the need in his voice, the sexy rasp, made me feel so wanted, made me want more.
His hand slid under my shirt, up my ribs, and latched onto my breast. Kneading, teasing, rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger.
Two fingers slid in and out, twisting and touching places I didn’t know existed. Pressure built, begging for more.
In and out his fingers moved, twisting and bending, over and over, inside me only, drowning me in pleasure. A scream tore from my throat. I cried out his name. Grabbed him and held on, because without him I’d shatter into a million pieces. I writhed in his arms, against his hands.
The tension eased, and I melted into him. Looked up to see him smiling down at me, then down to see one hand holding my breast and the other on my…pussy. I guess if I was calling his a cock, I could call mine a pussy. I held his arm to me and looked back up again and smiled at him.
“You’re amazing, Firefly.”
“You weren’t too bad yourself.”