“No, a great way to spend the rest of Sunday is buried in you. However, I told Ro I would help him this afternoon, so unfortunately that’s how I have to spend my afternoon instead.” Taking the front steps two at a time, Liam walked around the side of the house to the dumpster in the back.
Chiara agreed that spending the day in bed with Liam was a much better way to spend Sunday. But she had also learned that if he committed to helping someone, wild horses couldn’t keep him away. It was just ingrained in his DNA to honor his obligations.
Taking a deep breath, she was relieved to have a moment to collect her thoughts. She knew she would never have a moment’s regret about their time together. The only thing she wished with all her heart was that they had more of it. Right now, time was their enemy.
But nothing she said about him staying longer would help either one of them. It would simply turn her into a whining harpy and make his remaining week miserable. They couldn’t do anything about it anyway. He didn’t work for the local coffee shop that just found another person if you stopped showing up for work. No, the United States government frowned heavily on not returning to duty on time.
She turned toward the porch. Grabbing up the sack of fake cobwebs, she focused on making the house look amazing for the students to see. This was the one time of year that the tangerine-painted trim on the house worked. The rest of the year, it just looked like someone threw up an orange push pop on it. Liam jumped back in when he returned, helping to hang the higher decorations.
When they were done, they assessed their work from across the street. Deeming it good enough, they packed up the rest of the stuff into the trunk of Chiara’s car before setting off for Ronan’s home.
* * *
It had grown dark by the time they left Ronan’s, got tacos, and pulled back up at Chiara’s office. Tomorrow started the last week of Liam’s leave, and he already couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing Chiara every day.
They had both known what they were getting into when they started this affair, or so he thought. He didn’t think either of them had been prepared for how much they would actually like being together. Not just sexually, though that was the high point of his days, but also as friends. He had lied to Dean. Leaving her here was going to hurt like hell.
Pulling up the driveway to the back of the building, Liam parked the Charger next to her car. “I had a great day. Thank you for helping me with the nursery,” he said.
“Thank you for helping me decorate the office and for dinner. I had fun,” she answered, making no move to get out.
They sat in silence again, staring into the dark. Liam felt Chiara release her seat belt. She straddled his lap and pulled him to her lips in what felt like a fit of raw passion. He wasn’t complaining, he felt that way too.
She began grinding against him as she continued to hunt for his tonsils with her tongue. Damn, she was the hottest woman he had ever been with or ever would be in his estimation. When she started to pull back, he leaned toward her, nipping her bottom lip with a growl. They both jumped when the horn honked.
“Umm, hold on,” he said, sliding them both over to the passenger side. “Now, where were we?”
The next few seconds became a contest to see who could get the other’s clothes off the fastest. Clothing got thrown into the back seat, the dashboard, and the steering wheel. Anywhere seemed to work.
When his pants hit the floorboard around his ankles, he reached down, desperate to find the condoms squirreled away in his wallet. He groaned when the wallet was no longer in his back pocket. With his lips firmly pressed to her hard nipple, he felt around for it.
“What are you doing?” Chiara asked as she continued to arch toward his mouth.
“Trying to find my wallet.”
Pressing her hands against his chest, she shoved him back against the seat, creating a soft popping noise when he released her nipple.
“The condoms are in my wallet.” She had worked him up into such a frenzy, if he didn’t find one soon, he was certain to embarrass himself by coming in his underwear like a teenager.
“I’m on birth control, and I got tested after catching Brad,” she whispered in his ear, dragging herself back against him.
“I’m good too,” he moaned. “Are you sure?”
Without another word, she worked his boxer briefs down his legs to join his jeans. She fisted him before placing the head at her entrance.
“Oh my god, Chi,” he growled as she sunk onto him. He had never had sex without a condom before. Those lectures from Astrid he had paid attention to. But being inside Chiara with nothing between them was as close to heaven as he could remember ever being.
She wrapped her fingers in his and pushed them up until they were on the headrest over his head. He fought to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head as she started to work her hips. She rose slightly before grinding back down on him. If she kept that up, he wasn’t going to last long at all.
She put both of his wrists inside her small hand to hold them against the headrest. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness of this reversal of roles. That was until she slid her other hand between them, circling her clit. Her pace bouncing up and down sped up.
He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up to match her pace as he stared in awe at her beauty. A sheen of sweat covered her skin, her breasts bounced with each movement, and when she clenched around him, he knew he was lost to her. A few more thrusts sent him over as he wrenched his hands free to pull her against him.
When he was finally capable of opening his eyes, he found her curled against him. Fuck, he was so in love with her. She was going to tear his heart out in less than a week. But he couldn’t stop himself. It had only been a week, but he had fallen in love. Truly and hopelessly in love.
“I think we steamed up the windows,” Chiara said with a giggle.
He squeezed her to him once more before turning her loose to sit up.
