To Have It All(78)

All the lights were off. “Damn,” I muttered to myself. Waverly must’ve gone to bed while I took the world’s longest shower. Maybe I could sneak into the bedroom without waking her or Pim and steal some clothes from the closet.

Keeping my steps light, I moved through the dark hallway into the living room where the city lights cast a faint illumination across the room. I was just about to pick up a throw pillow from the couch to cover myself when I heard, “Liam?”

My head snapped to the sound of her voice as I yanked the pillow up to cover my privates. It took me a moment to absorb what I was seeing.

Waverly.

Naked.

Naked and blindfolded.

She stood in front of the windows, facing me, a black silk night mask covering her eyes. The lighting from outside provided the perfect backdrop, silhouetting every exquisite curve of her body.

My heart pumped hard in my chest, my mouth dry as I stared at her, letting my eyes rove over every inch of her.

“Liam?” she called my name again on bated breath.

“Yes,” I replied, my voice husky.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Her tongue darted out across her lips. My heart beat erratically as I drank her in. I’d never had a woman do something so bold as this. It was sexy and beautiful and intense all at once.

“You’re blindfolded?” I noted.

“So you’ll know that through every minute of this, I’ll only see you—I’ll only feel you.”

Taking a step toward her, I stopped. I wanted to ask her if she was sure . . . really sure, but asking could very well lead to the answer no, and if she wasn’t sure, I’d have to tear myself away. Something that felt almost impossible.

“Liam?”

“I’m here,” I assured her, my voice raspy.

Grabbing her hair, she twisted it over her shoulder. “If you don’t want me . . .” she began.

“Stop,” I told her. Wanting her was not the issue. It was far from the issue, and I wouldn’t let her think that.

She lowered her head and wrapped her arms around her stomach. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted me, too.”

“I do want you,” I growled through gritted teeth. “Woman, you have no idea how fucking bad I want you.”

Lifting her chin, she asked, “Then why haven’t you touched me?”

“Because I’m scared,” I admitted as I ran a hand through my wet hair.

“Scared of what?”

“Of everything,” I huffed. “I’m scared of the unknown, of the idea I will probably die tomorrow, or I won’t and I’ll be stuck in this body forever. I’m scared that doing this with you will only make it that much harder to let go tomorrow, that it’ll only make me angrier than I already am.”

“I’m scared, too,” she murmured, “but it terrifies me to think if you do go, if tomorrow really is your last day, that I’ll have missed the chance to feel you.”

I clenched my teeth, her words hitting me right in the chest as I realized how right she was. If this was the only way, our only chance, I didn’t want to miss it, no matter how fucked up it seemed. “I’m afraid you’ll regret this. Are you sure, Waverly?” I wanted to remind her, again, about the unknowns that were ahead of us, remind her of the fact this could possibly be the only night we’d ever have together. If I were to die the next day, would doing this make it harder for her? In the end, I didn’t voice these things; I knew she already knew all of it, and I didn’t want to beat a dead horse.

“If you don’t come over here and touch me, kiss me,” she panted, “I’ll go mad, Liam. Please.”

As it had always seemed to be with her, my will disintegrated like sugar in water. I had no doubts what she wanted to do, and I knew doing this with her, that being with her this way was probably wrong on some level, but I didn’t care. I wanted this woman more than I wanted life itself. Dropping the pillow, I moved and stood before her, our bodies a breath apart. I was desperate to touch her, but I knew watching her, memorizing her body and mouth and curves was a torture worth every agonizing moment. Raising my hand, I let my fingertips skate softly over her collarbone before drifting them down her sternum between her heavy, rounded breasts. Her head tilted back, her mouth slightly parting as her body bowed toward mine, a soft whimper escaping her.

“Are you sure, Waverly?” I had to ask one more time. I needed her to be sure. Because if we started this, if I felt her body against mine, I had no idea how in the hell I’d walk away from her if she suddenly changed her mind.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” Sliding her hand over mine, she cupped, it forcing me to grope her soft full breast. Growling, my desire for her surging through me, I took her by the shoulders and turned her, taking her arms and raising them so her hands were against the glass.

My hands were merciless as they inspected the length of her body, taking their time as they skated over every firm, smooth curve. “You’re fucking perfect,” I panted against her skin. Letting my hands travel down her sides to her hips, I squeezed earning a moan from her. “So fucking perfect, Waverly.”

“I want you so bad,” she murmured as she twisted her neck, catching my lips with her tongue. I was so fucking turned on I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to take my time, worship her, but I also wanted to take her hard and fast. When she jutted her ass out, pressing it into me, I nearly lost my mind. Wrapping her in my arms, I squeezed her tightly, my mouth to her neck.