The Ending I Want(12)

I wrap my legs around him, my hands sliding up into his hair. “Fuck me, Liam. Now.”

His eyes flare, and he growls. He captures my mouth in a kiss, and he starts to f*ck me.

His movements quickly become intense. He’s f*cking me so hard that we’re moving up the bed with each thrust he gives.

Liam’s hand goes under my ass, lifting and tilting me.

He pulls his cock out to the tip and then slams back in. He hits so deep inside me that I scream.

His mouth is on my neck, kissing, and then I feel his tongue sweep over the shell of my ear, driving me crazy.

He kisses his way back to my mouth, and I’m turning my head to meet his lips, needing to kiss him more than I need air right now.

His tongue slides along mine, f*cking my mouth as thoroughly as his cock is f*cking me.

Liam groans, and it sounds like pure pleasure. It sends thrills racing through me, as I realize that I’m affecting him in this way.

“Tell me you’re close, babe, because I can’t hold off any longer. I wanted to last, but you’re just so f*cking hot, and I waited too long to f*ck you.”

I am close, but knowing how much he needs to come, I decide to aid the process along. I reach a hand between us and start to rub my clit with my fingers.

Liam stares down at my hand. “Fuck yeah. That’s it, touch yourself.” His eyes come back to mine. They’re all dark with lust. “You’re so f*cking beautiful, Taylor.”

He thinks I’m beautiful?

He starts f*cking me again with slow, drawn-out movements while I continue to rub my clit.

My second orgasm hits as hard as the first, and I’m coming like a rocket. “Liam!” I cry, my hand gripping his arm, nails digging in, as I ride out my orgasm.

“Jesus! Fuck! I’m…f*cking…coming,” he groans.

Taking my mouth again, he kisses me through his orgasm, my own body still trembling with aftershocks.

And he keeps kissing me, long after he’s come, and I like it a lot.

The sex was out-of-this-world, but I like kissing him just as much. I’ve never been kissed the way Liam kisses me—so incredibly thorough. Like the kiss isn’t just a precursor to sex. He kisses me because he wants to.

“That was f*cking amazing,” he says, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “If I’d known it would be that good, I wouldn’t have waited the last seven hours. I’d have for sure insisted on f*cking in the airplane bathroom.”

I slap his ass, and he chuckles.

He kisses my lips one last time, and then says, “I’ll just get rid of the condom.”

He gets up off me, and I feel the loss immediately. It surprises me just how much.

I watch his sexy naked ass go into his bathroom. I hear water running, and then he emerges a few seconds later.

He climbs back onto the bed. Getting a blanket from the bottom of the bed, he covers us with it.

He places a kiss on my chest between my breasts. He cups one in his hand, running his thumb over my nipple, making me shiver.

“You have really great tits.”

I laugh.

He looks up at me, dark lashes fanning as he blinks. “What?”

“Nothing.” I smile. “You’re just different. Not like any guy I’ve ever met before.”

He smiles widely. “And you, Boston, are not like any other woman I’ve ever met before.”

I take that as a compliment, as I bet he’s met a lot of women.

Liam lifts up and softly kisses me on the lips. Then, he takes me in his arms.

I lay my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“I’m really glad my meeting was canceled today.”

I glance up at him. “You weren’t supposed to be on that flight?”

“No, I was due to fly back tomorrow, but the meeting I was supposed to have today was canceled, so I decided to fly back. And I’m really f*cking glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did, too. Guess us meeting was meant to be.”

Liam stares at me for a long moment, and then he gently presses his lips to my forehead.

I rest my head back down on his chest, running my fingers over his chest hair.

It’s not long before I hear his breathing even out, and I realize he’s fallen asleep.

I don’t want to overstay my welcome, and I want this moment to be what it was supposed to be—a one-time thing with a stranger.

Only Liam doesn’t feel so much like a stranger anymore.

I gather up my clothes in the dark. But I can’t find my panties.

Not wanting to wake him, I forego my panties, and I quickly dress out in the hall.

Then, I go to the kitchen and get my bag. My shoes are still by the front door, so I put them on, grab my suitcase, and let myself out of his apartment.

I take the elevator down.

The night watchman is still on the desk, so I ask him to call me a cab.

The cab turns up five minutes later. The cabbie puts my suitcase in the trunk.

I take a seat in the back. “Hunter Hotel,” I tell him.

I give one last look to Liam’s building, touching a hand to my lips. I smile at the memory he’s just given me, but feel a twinge of sadness that I won’t see him again.





I wake to the sound of a phone ringing. Really f*cking loudly. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s the hotel room phone. Reaching out a hand, I grab the receiver of the phone on the nightstand beside my head.