“I did.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth before she let it fall free. “Why didn’t you tell me when you were here before?”
“Because, that song…Harper, I meant every word of it when I wrote it in May. And I still mean every word of it now. I wasn’t sure if you were ready to hear it. But I knew I couldn’t wait anymore.” He shook his head, letting out a huff of frustration. “What is it with us and timing anyway? Ten minutes…I would’ve been able to tell you myself in ten damn minutes.”
“Tell me now. You still haven’t exactly said it you know.”
“Haven’t said what? That I’m in love with you? Have loved you from the second I saw you? I haven’t said that?”
Her mouth split into the most perfect smile as she stretched up and pressed her mouth to his. And then she pulled back, reaching up and touching his jaw, her fingers rasping his beard.
“Love at first sight, huh?”
“Without a doubt.” He nodded, leaning into her touch.
“For me it was at first sound. I knew it when you sang ‘Forever’ to me the first time.”
Good Lord his heart was pounding erratically out of his chest. “What was at first sound? You still haven’t exactly said it you know.” He couldn’t help but mimic her words from only moments before.
“I fell in love with you, Liam James. And I’m still in love with you.”
He moved in close, his lips brushing hers. “Promise?”
“I swear.”
And just like that his mouth was covering hers, parting her lips and his tongue delving inside. He needed her closer. He always needed her closer.
She shivered against him, no doubt the air conditioner getting to be too much with the fact that she was still soaking wet.
“I need to get you out of these wet clothes.” He skimmed his nose across her jaw as he pulled her farther into the room and away from the steady stream of cold air coming from the vent above them.
“You just want to get me naked.”
A low laugh escaped his mouth, his lips brushing her cheek. “I always want to get you naked.”
He loosened his arms from their hold around her waist, his hands dropping as he moved back a little. He couldn’t stop himself from taking just a second to look at her, those wet clothes plastered to her body. She was a sight to be seen, that was for sure, but it wasn’t worth her being uncomfortable.
Not even a little bit. So he reached for the hem of her soaked shirt and pulled up.
“Windows,” she said, looking around.
“All closed.” He tugged again and she lifted her arms without hesitation.
She sucked in a sharp breath as the fabric left her skin. Her nipples were erect, clearly visible through the white cotton of her bra. He reached back, unsnapping the clasp and pulling it away from her body.
The only light in the room was coming from a side table lamp; the overcast sky outside wasn’t helping with visuals at all, either. But even with the poor lighting, Liam had known the differences in Harper’s body the second he’d seen her coming across the balcony. There was also the fact that he’d had her pressed up against him for the last couple of minutes, and he’d noticed them then as well.
It was hard for him to believe it had only been two weeks since he’d seen her. Maybe the changes weren’t as obvious to someone else, but as he was intimately familiar with her body, they were apparent to him immediately. The slight curve of her belly was just a little bit more pronounced, her hips wider, and her breasts larger.
They’d gone up at least a size and his fingers itched to weigh them in his palm. He reached up tentatively, his thumb brushing over her nipple. Her entire body shuddered, but this time he knew it wasn’t because she was cold.
“They don’t hurt so much anymore,” she said as she covered his hand with hers and squeezed. Her eyes closed in pleasure, her head falling back on her shoulders as he covered her other breast with his palm and squeezed both of them in unison.
“God I’ve missed my hands on you.”
“Me too.”
“And my mouth.” He kissed her neck before he trailed his lips down her chest and laved his tongue across one of her nipples, needing to taste her.
Harper’s moans filled the room, her hands finding their way to his hair like they always did. He shared equal admiration to her other breast—he was just considerate like that—before he worked his way down her body until he was kneeling in front of her. Now level with her belly, he leaned forward, kissing her baby bump.
God, every time he thought about the full scope of what they created he couldn’t be anything besides ecstatic.
This child was a miracle.
He looked up at her, that constricted feeling in his throat making it hard to speak, but he said it anyway. “I love you, Harper. I love you so much. And I don’t regret how we started, or anything that has to do with this baby.” He ran his palm across her belly. “And I never will.”
“I don’t, either.” She shook her head, tears falling from her eyes.
He pressed another kiss to her stomach, right next to her belly button. And then he reached for the snap of her jeans before he pulled down the zipper. It took him a second to shimmy the wet fabric down her legs, but he managed, pulling them along with her panties down. He pulled her flats from her feet before he freed her legs entirely.
The need to be inside of her was slightly overwhelming him…or really overwhelming him. He stood up, reaching behind his back and grabbing the neck of his T-shirt before he pulled it over his head. The button and zipper of his jeans were already opened, Harper’s hands there before he had a chance.
The second his legs were bare—his jeans, boxers, and socks in a pile on the floor—he pulled her over to the couch, sitting down while she crawled up onto his lap. Her knees sunk into the cushions on either side of his thighs, her hands braced on his shoulders as she lifted up and lowered herself down onto his waiting cock.
“Oh God,” she groaned as she lifted up and sank back down.
Liam on the other hand was left momentarily speechless because everything about the moment was perfection. It was heaven. She was heaven. Her warm body wrapped around him, her hands on his chest, her sighs of pleasure filling his ears, her glorious tits bouncing in his face as she moved.
Speaking of glorious tits…his hands landed on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he leaned forward, opening his mouth over one.
“Liam,” she gasped, her fingernails scoring his skin.
“Right here.” He placed opened-mouth kisses across her chest—letting his lips linger at the amethyst pendant he gave her—as he made his way to the lotus flower tattoo under her shoulder.
She continued to move, rising up and circling her hips before she fell back down against him. The back of her thighs hit the top of his as he pushed up into her over and over again. His release was imminent, building at the base of his spine, but she needed to get there first. He wanted her pulsing around him when he found it. Wanted her going wild above him.
Lightning struck again just as Liam looked up at Harper. The flash of brilliant white filled the room, lighting up everything. Her skin and eyes glowed, making her look ethereal.
So beautiful and she was his. The love of his life. Now and forever. He’d yet to fully wrap his mind around the conversation they’d just had. He wasn’t sure if he ever would. Harper loving him back was something beyond everything. Something other-worldly.
Yeah he really wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Touch me.” She pulled one of his hands from her hip, moving it between her thighs. His fingers found her clit, circling over the spot and finding a rhythm of pressure that had her hips moving faster. “Harder,” she demanded.
Not one to deny the woman what she wanted, he increased the pressure. He’d never be able to deny her anything ever again. Because she owned him in every way.