I twisted around on the bed, framing Liam’s face with my hands, his scruff tickling my fingers. “You do both of those things. You ease me. You give me hope for a future I thought might be lost to me.”
Liam bent, brushing his lips across mine. “I’m glad.”
I burrowed into Liam’s chest, soaking up his warmth. I wanted to stay here forever. The yawn overtook me, and my mouth stretched against Liam’s pec. He chuckled. “You’ve had a long day. Why don’t we call it a night? We can do ice cream another night.”
I straightened, my palms growing damp. “Want to stay? We could, um, cuddle.” My face heated as I realized how totally dorky that sounded.
Liam cupped my cheek. “I’d love that. Are you sure?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
Liam gave me a mischievous grin. “Good, because I’ve been dying to see those unicorn pajamas again.”
* * *
I awoke to heat everywhere.Liam’s large frame curved around me in what felt like the world’s coziest cocoon. I hadn’t been sure I’d be able to fall asleep, but approximately thirty seconds after my head hit the pillow, I was out.
I stretched. Trouble meowed in protest and jumped off the bed—he’d mastered that, cast and all.
Liam mumbled against my neck, the action sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. “Sleep well?”
“I slept great.” I burrowed back against him, wanting more of his warmth. I came up against something long and hard. It pulsed against my backside. I froze.
Liam chuckled. “He’s just saying good morning, don’t be alarmed.”
I bit my lip to stifle a giggle. “Does he, uh, always do that?”
“Pretty much.” Liam’s hand moved from my hip and slipped under my pajama top.
My breathing hitched. “Good to know.”
“Tessa,” Liam rumbled in my ear.
“Yes?”
He ran his nose up and down the shell of my ear. “Can I make you feel good?” My mouth opened and closed, words refusing to come. “Just with my fingers. Nothing else.”
My lower belly clenched, and I felt dampness between my legs. “Yes.”
Liam slipped his hand beneath the waistband of my pajamas and groaned. “You’re already wet.”
“Well, you’ve been pressed up against me and nuzzling my neck so…”
His finger eased between my folds. Teasing. Exploring. Lazy strokes that had more wetness gathering between my legs. “I love how responsive you are.”
I hummed, having lost the ability to speak as a single long finger entered me. I let out a moan.
“Love hearing that.” Liam worked his finger in and out of me in a slow but steady rhythm. My hips began to move against him of their own accord. I needed more friction, a quicker pace, something. “Need more?”
I nodded, still not quite able to find words. Liam added a second finger. There was a stretch, a hint of pain—it had been so long—but it quickly melted into heat and sensation. My breath stuttered as his thumb circled that bundle of nerves I knew would be my end.
My entire body tightened as Liam drove me higher, sending sparks throughout my nerve endings. He curved the fingers inside me in a come-hither motion as he pressed down on my clit. Those sparks caught fire. Light danced behind my eyelids, and my walls clamped down on Liam’s fingers.
I tried to steady my breathing as I came back to myself. Liam slipped his fingers from my body and brought them to his mouth. My breathing stopped altogether.
“You taste amazing.” He nuzzled my neck. “Thank you for giving me that.”
I let out a soft laugh. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
