She breathed out a sigh and circled her hips. “I’m more than happy to find out.”
In the next instant, our smiles were gone as Chelsea started to move above me. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one who wanted to put forth their best effort. She eased up and down my length like a champ, using my chest as her leverage so she could quicken her pace.
Every now and then, she would come down to my base, and her eyes would roll into the back of her head like she was seconds from coming. The fact that I didn’t know when she would let go only riled me up more, bringing me closer to my own release.
I sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist while slipping a finger between her bum cheeks. Chelsea moaned as I applied pressure, then she rode me even faster while her breathing stuttered between her frequent high-pitched moans.
Meanwhile, my own climax was intensifying to a point where my head started to fog while my heart felt like it would punch straight through my chest.
“Liam,” she finally cried.
A burst of adrenaline pumped through me as I slammed my hips up into her, causing her head to fly back as I fucked her. My lids slammed closed, making everything go dark while my other senses intensified. I could hear every single sound that slipped out of her pretty throat as I moved her above me. I could smell the erotic scent of sweat and sex as our mouths collided, and I could feel her pussy as it convulsed violently around me. My own orgasm shot through me, filling her with everything I’d promised to give her, knowing that it would never be enough, and hoping that she felt the same.
24
Chelsea
When I walked into the Hogues’ kitchen the next day, Liam was leaning against the island, eating a bowl of puffy cereal. He looked up and raised a brow when he saw me, the spoon almost to his mouth. “Simon just left. He said you’d be here soon. Guess my shift is over.”
He flashed me a grin before taking a bite, and as tempted as I was to become mesmerized by his wet lips and strong jaw, I was distracted by what he’d just said. Simon had already left for the day, which meant the kids were in Liam’s possession.
I looked around the room to find the twins quietly sitting at the dining room table, drawing all over it with crayons. “What the—” I dropped the groceries I was holding at my feet and rushed over to them before they could do too much damage.
As I got closer to the girls, my panic deflated in my chest, and I halted behind them. They weren’t drawing on the table, not directly anyway. They were drawing on a large sheet of packing paper that covered the entire area. The girls’ eyes were already wide on me after hearing me yell. The poor things looked frightened, like they’d done something wrong.
I let out a slow sigh, rubbed the girls on their backs, and pushed out a smile. “False alarm. Keep up the good work.”
A chuckle floated up behind me. “Are you okay?”
I did a slow pivot to face Liam.
For so many reasons, I was not okay, not in the least. At some point in the middle of the night, Liam had sneaked out of the pool house. I shouldn’t have woken up at five in the morning to a sinking heart, especially since he’d done nothing wrong. It was what we’d agreed to—one night. And I’d gotten far more than I’d bargained for—a marathon of sex, more orgasms than I could keep track of, and the sight of the British Bachelor himself naked and sweaty and completely tuned into me.
The night was a lot of things, least of all disappointing, but that was exactly how I’d felt after tossing and turning once I realized I was alone in my sex-scented sheets. Ugh. I can’t think about last night right now. My eyes flickered to meet his, and my neck and cheeks immediately warmed. “I didn’t see the drawing paper, and I panicked a little.”
“A little?” Green eyes shone back at mine, Liam’s cocky lips tipping into a bigger smile. “And here I thought you’d be relaxed today.” He shrugged. “Not sure why.” Then, like an asshole, he winked and leaned down to pick up the bags I’d dropped.
I met him at the counter as he handed me items one by one and stared down at them curiously. When he reached the bottom of the first bag, he tilted his head. “Why are you buying Simon and Bridget’s groceries?”
I smiled. “I have a credit card for stuff like this. Bridget asked me to pick up dinner, and some of the stuff is for me for when I’m here and can’t get to the pool house.”
He nodded and started to unpack the next bag, stopping at the two balls of rolled-up dough. “What’s this?”
Biting down on my lip, I took them from him and set them on the counter. “Dough. I’m making pizza with the kids tonight.”
“You really like pizza, don’t you?”
I laughed, feeling my cheeks redden more. I hadn’t even thought about it until he said that. “What’s wrong with pizza?”
“Nothing at all,” he said, raising his hands above his head. “I like learning things about you. That’s all.” His eyes darted to where the twins still sat calmly coloring away, then he leaned in, brushing his scruffy cheek against my smooth one. “Like the way you sigh after you come.”
Oh my God, he did not just say that. I narrowed my eyes, ready to let him have it, but Brendan chose that moment to come running into the kitchen.
“I’m so hungry,” Brendan said before looking over the contents of my recent grocery trip. After a quick scan, he grabbed the bag of Hawaiian rolls and dashed back out of the room.
Liam closed the gap between us again, this time placing his hands on either side of me on the counter, caging me in. When I looked up, his face was right there in front of mine, so close I could practically feel him inside me. Obviously, not literally. But the feel of Liam’s Willy inside of my Sally was not something I would soon forget.
“I’d like to learn more about you tonight, if that’s all right.”
His voice was quiet, but that didn’t stop the rasp of it from tingling up my spine. “I think you learned enough last night. One time, remember, Liam? Or did my performance wipe your memory?”
He grinned and bit down on his bottom lip as laughter rocked him. “You give great blow jobs, love, but no one has ever managed to give me amnesia from one, not even you.”
I scoffed and tore my eyes from his. I couldn’t even look at the man without wanting to replay every second of our night together. “Then you remember our deal. There are reasons why we shouldn’t repeat it.”
“And what are those?” he challenged, narrowing his eyes.
I let out a laugh. Liam was unbelievable. He was really going to make me say it. “Because,” I started with all my energy on the word. “Neither of us can afford to start something, not with you heading back to London soon.”
His brows pushed together like he was confused. “Isn’t that why we should spend more time together? We hang out. We have fun. It doesn’t have to be a thing, Chelsea.”
My heart sank, but I pushed aside the disappointment I felt at his choice of words and shook my head. “That’s the problem. If we keep doing this, it will become a thing for me.” I searched his eyes, wanting him to understand. “I can’t just sleep with someone without getting attached, Liam. And—” My gaze flickered down as a sudden bout of bashfulness overtook me. “I think you’re someone I could get attached to quickly.”