The fire in his eyes dimmed, concern taking over. “If you’re not comfortable…we’re not rushing through this.”
“I’m not rushing, not in a bad way,” I assured him. I wasn’t, but I did want to get past this part. I spotted the condom and lube on the bed and grabbed them, but the rigid edge of the tube distracted me, sending a weird thought into my head. “Have you been carrying this around with you?”
He looked down at the tube for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “No. I hid it in the back of the drawer in your kitchen, behind the foil and baggies. I hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t want you to feel pressured, and I wanted to make sure we had it.” His voice dropped. “I won’t risk hurting you.”
Oh, Liam.Love filled my racing heart, warmth spreading everywhere. I grabbed his shoulders and kisssed him, moaning into him with desperation. His cock was digging into my stomach like this, but that was fine. How could it be anything but fine—better than fine—when he was so thoughtful?
He held my face in his hands, forcing my eyes to his. “You with me, Firefly?”
“Yes, I promise. It’s just you and me, and I want you so badly.”
Liam’s eyes flared. He opened the packet and slid the condom on, then he squeezed lube onto his fingers and fisted his cock, spreading it around. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my insides all aflutter.
“Are you ready for me, Firefly? I don’t want to hurt you. Can I touch you?”
Nope. I was beyond ready, and I wasn’t taking any chances. I lifted up, fitted myself over him, and slowly lowered. Damn, he was big. Thank God for that lube. I rocked my hips, sinking down, the slight sting barely registering over the delicious pressure of him filling me. So incredibly full. “Liam!”
“Easy, Firefly. Nice and slow.”
“I…oh…it’s good.”
“Fuck, Firefly, you feel amazing,” he rasped, his voice rough and raw. I rocked over him, and his hands came up, grabbing my breasts, playing with my nipples, but the muscles and veins popping out along his forearms betrayed how much he was holding himself back.
No way. The only thing I wanted—more than the way he filled me, more than the dizzying heat of him—was to make him fall apart with me. I wanted him enthralled, overwhelmed, lost in pleasure. Undone.
It would be beautiful, and I knew he’d still take care of me. Always.
I wanted to take care of him too. Needed it.
I gripped his chest, clawing for purchase, and rocked faster, slowly rising and quickly dropping down, feeling him deeper and deeper inside me, hitting a place I didn’t know existed. A magical place.
“Jenna!” His guttural shout, primal and needy, vibrated through me. “Firefly, tell me you’re good,” he gritted. “You feel so fucking incredible. Tell me it’s good for you, too.” He held me, the fire in his eyes searing into mine.
“Oh God, Liam!” A garbled cry came from my throat. “Yes! So good!”
He thrust up into me as I rocked over him, our bodies in perfect unison. A dance. A beautiful, exquisite dance, the sounds of our pants and groans and moans and our bodies slamming together the music, and my God, it was amazing.
My body thrummed, and I was right on the edge of that crescendo, euphoria so close, but not close enough. “Liam,” I cried out. “More!”
His fingers dug into me, his thrusts faster. Harder. Wilder.
Undone.
I fell apart. And Liam fell apart with me.
When I eventually came back to awareness, enveloped in his arms, I wasn’t quite myself anymore. Like the very molecules of my being truly had come apart and settled back into something different. Something better.
A little while later, after I’d pried myself out of bed and we’d washed up, Liam sat on the edge of my bed, wearing his jeans but no shirt, watching me fidget with stuff. I’d never in my life folded my clothes before putting them in my hamper, but for some reason, tonight I did.
“I really want to stay with you, but it's your choice,” Liam said carefully.
“I want you to sleep here with me.”
“If I do anything you don’t like or you change your mind, even if it's the middle of the night, you can tell me.”
“I know.”
“You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question, and he wasn’t wrong.