The sun’s rays were powerful, shining bright enough so that I could see dust particles floating in the beam that hit the couch.
I bit at my left thumb nail and held a cup of coffee in my right hand.
The coffee was long cold by now.
I wore Liam’s navy-blue button-down shirt because it was the first shirt I found when I got out of bed this morning.
It was more than enough to cover everything on me.
But I knew what was under the shirt.
Nothing.
My body laced with the evidence of what we’d done the night before.
Invisible yes… but I could feel it.
I could still feel it…
His lips moving over my right nipple. My back arching, greedily wanting him to hunger for me. His mouth opening. A growl emerging. His mouth taking my breast. All the while between my legs, his cock slamming forward, pulling back, slamming forward… taking me like he was never going to talk to me again, yet his hands touched me and held me in a way that promised this was just the beginning.
My inner thighs trembled.
Between my legs, I wanted more.
I craved more.
But what have I done?
Liam and I were always a dream.
We were the what could have been that never was, and that was supposed to be okay. Everyone had one of those, right? Someone you could think about for a minute to bring up the nostalgia of being younger.
Now it was too late.
I tried to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
I tried to calm the heat that was moving from my face to between my legs.
I tried to calm my heart…
It had been such a big day for me.
The bakery survived without me hovering over it.
Lucy and Ember put me on a group text at the end of the day, teasing me that the bakery ran smoother without me there.
And then being on that stage with Carla and Faye, I told myself nothing could top that feeling.
But there was one thing that did.
One thing that made me feel better than playing my guitar and singing.
“Liam,” I whispered.
My eyes moved to the bedroom.
Just in time to see Liam emerging from it, wearing his dress pants from yesterday. They were zipped but not closed. He yawned and reached up into the air.
The hardness of his body was only matched by the hardness between his legs.
I stopped biting my thumb nail and put my hand to the counter.
For balance.
There was a part of me that insisted it was all a dream.
But Liam was really here.
Messy bed head that was deadly sexy.
Sleepy eyes that looked right at me like he wanted to fuck me again.
“Morning, Em,” he said in a voice that sounded sleep roughened which made me casually cross my legs as I stood because… well… you know…
My right hand started to shake as I held the coffee mug.
There were always two sides to me…
Right and right.
There was never a wrong side to me.
I didn’t want to do anything wrong to anyone. Ever.
I stared at Liam as he walked.
The muscles were just… they were so casual, like he didn’t realize he looked like someone spent years cutting him carefully from stone.
That stupid V-line that women talked about… I finally understood it.
That line on each side of his lower stomach pointed down and slowly came together as it entered his pants. I knew right where it pointed to.
He had been in my mouth and between my legs all in one night.
Heat rushed to my cheeks again.
In that moment, I felt myself change.
Right and right… was wrong and wrong.
My conscious now consisted of an audience. As though I were some gameshow host asking for the topic of the next question to ask a celebrity. It was noisy.
Liam didn’t help that when he walked up to me, took the coffee cup from my hand, put it on the counter, and then touched my face.
His thumbs moved along my cheeks.
His lips gently touched mine.
Our morning breaths danced.
I had a vision of him turning me around and fucking me right there at the counter.
But my hands took the lead.
The right lead.
I touched his hard, sexy, beautiful, chiseled chest.
“I can’t,” I whispered.
“What’s wrong, Em?” Liam asked.
I looked him in the eyes.
“Last night was a mistake.”
“Look me in the eyes and say that, babe,” Liam said.
The words should have hurt him, but they bounced right off him.
“Liam… I am looking you in the eyes…”
“Then look deeper,” he said. “You’re wearing my shirt and my kisses and telling me it was a mistake?”
“I am,” I said.
“Do you really believe that?”
I hesitated on the simple word of yes and I quickly turned around.
Looking at Liam was…
His hands touched my waist.
I felt his body gently starting to touch mine again.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.
No, Emily… you are not this person…
But, Emily… what if you are…
Liam turned me around.
Excuse me - I let him turn me around.
If I didn’t want to be turned around, I wouldn’t have been. If I didn’t want him to kiss me right then, I wouldn’t have let him.
And if I didn’t want to kiss him back, I wouldn’t have… kissed him back…
“How can this be a mistake, Em?” Liam whispered in between kisses.
His right hand moved down to the bottom of his shirt that I was wearing.
“Liam…”
“Okay, babe, tell me what to do,” he whispered. His lips moved along my neck to my left ear. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you. Tell me you don’t want me to taste you right now.”
I swallowed hard. I put my head back. “Oh, fuck, Liam…”
“That’s right,” he said. “It’s been so long, babe. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue right now?”
The words hit my ears, making me blush at how blunt they were.
There was no dancing around it… and in my mind… picturing it…
His fingertips rested at my inner thigh, waiting for my answer.
I reached down and grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to my body.
Two fingers touched between my legs.
Liam groaned. “Yes, babe…”
He kissed my neck as his fingers enjoyed making playful circles, opening my folds, testing my body, seeking my clit, and not only finding it, but making circles there too.
I dug my heels into the kitchen floor and sucked in a breath as chills spread throughout my body, colliding with the heat.
My body was almost confused on what to think or feel…
All the while Liam had slowly begun to kiss down my chest.
When the shirt was becoming obviously in his way, his left hand opened one button at a time. As his hand moved to the next button, his lips kissed new, exposed skin.
I opened my mouth and had no words, air, nothing…
His fingers rolled over my clit, forcing my hips to buck with agreement.
My breasts were full, tender, aching to be touched and kissed.
Yet Liam kissed a straight line down my body, turning me on, pissing me off, torturing me all at once.
His shirt was fully open on me as he fell to his knees. My legs were open for him, my hands reaching back for the counter to keep myself balanced as I moved my hips forward, inviting him to have me.