Page 79 of Over the Line

Whimpering, I squeezed my eyes shut, on the verge of losing my mind as he stroked me and whispered about one of the hottest fantasies I’d ever had.

“You’d feel so damn good,” he purred. “Been a long time since I had someone like that.” He brushed his lips along the side of my throat. “Probably come after three strokes the first time, but the second time….”

A choked sound escaped my lips. “Please, yes.”

“Mmm, baby, when I can move?” He groaned as he added a twist to his strokes. “Fuck, I’m so going to ride that gorgeous ass until I come in you.”

Just the thought of that—of him buried inside me and letting go, the sounds he’d make and the way he’d shudder and tremble while he drove us both over the edge—finished everything his hand was doing. My hips bucked off the bed, and I shouted as I came on both of us.

“Oh, yeah, that’s perfect,” he breathed as I lost it. “Come for me, baby. God, yeah.”

I sank back onto the bed, shaking all over. I was breathless, but I managed to pant, “You have… You have the dirtiest mouth.”

Liam grinned. “Uh-huh. I do.”

I laughed as I drew him closer. “Shameless, too.”

“Absolutely.” He was still grinning when our lips met, but only for a second. He drew out a long, lazy kiss. When he came up for air, he glanced down at us. “We should probably clean up.”

“Probably, yeah.”

We exchanged smiles. Then he kissed me once more, and this time his expression was soft and a little apologetic. “Sorry we couldn’t do more tonight.”

“More?” I laughed, sliding my hand down over his ass just because I could. “You don’t think I’m satisfied?”

“Well, I mean…” He blushed as he broke eye contact. “I wasn’t really running at a hundred percent, and⁠—”

“Liam.” I tipped up his chin and kissed him lightly. “You talked dirty to me while you jerked me off. And that was after I got to spend half the night going down on you.” I shook my head. “I have zero complaints.”

He shivered, biting his lip, and some of that heat from earlier still gleamed in his eyes. “I do want to do more, though. Even if we can’t do it tonight.”

I could barely breathe, but I managed, “Me too.”

We held each other’s gazes, and the piece clicked into place.

There were things we wanted to do that we couldn’t do right now… but we still wanted to do them. In the future. On another night. Together.

I swallowed. “You want to do this again.”

Liam searched my eyes. Then, subtly, he nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“Me too.” I kissed him softly. “I don’t know if we should. I mean—I know we probably shouldn’t. But…” I dragged my lips across his. “I think we both know we’re going to.”

He shivered against me. “Yeah. We definitely are.”

I pulled him in closer and lost myself in a long, perfect kiss.

There were still reasons we shouldn’t have been here in the first place. Reasons we shouldn’t consider doing it again.

But I just couldn’t help myself—I wanted this man too much.

If Liam had been in any pain while we’d been messing around, he hadn’t let it show.

On the way back to bed after our shower, though…

The hitch in his step was impossible to miss. So was the way he rubbed his lower back as he eased into bed. It also seemed to take him a moment to get comfortable, his lips twisting slightly as he searched for the best position.

Concern zipped through me. It would be one thing if we’d just had wild, acrobatic sex; we’d probably both be wincing a little, even though it would be totally worth it.