38. Jamison

"We've always done everything together." Liam spread her shirt open with two fingers. "Why stop now?"

She let out a giggle, the happiness in it ringing loud and clear. The power was still off, and with the stormy clouds covering what would have been a beautiful sunset, the townhouse remained shadowed in darkness.

"Sounds like it's about to get pretty bad out there," she observed as he leaned in to trace the column of her neck with his lips. The relief of the truth being known was working overtime, creating an almost aphrodisiac effect. "We can't walk back to Samuel and Evie's place in bad weather, so I guess we should discuss how we do this whole starting over thing here."

He laid a kiss on her collarbone. "One of the first things we're doing is ending Sinclair. Be prepared to be thrown directly into the middle of it. I want you one hundred percent involved."

"If you had let me in from the beginning, we might be further along."

Gripping her ass with two hands, he hauled them together. "You have a point," he murmured, kissing along her jawline. "And once that's over, we're going home."

"I don't like Texas." She slid her hand in his pants, her fingers wrapping around the heavy length of him. They were squished together, making her work difficult, but she managed. "I want to move to Georgia when Evie does, or maybe here."

"We can live on the moon if you want," he murmured. "But I like the idea of Georgia. A fresh start in a new place."

A fresh start. While the memories of their beginning were rooted here and in Texas, starting over needed to be a place they could make their own.

His busy mouth made its way to her ear to nibble. "Then I want us to make an appointment with your doctor to discuss options. If there's nothing for us down that avenue, we'll start getting on lists for adoption."

All movement halted as what he'd said sunk in. "Are you sure?" Stinging tears rimmed her eyes, but she batted them back. There would be no crying during sexy times. "This is a big discussion, and I don't want you to decide just yet. We're both emotional right now."

"What name did you pick out?"

And he called her a master manipulator.

"Zoey."

Leaning back to meet her gaze, he smiled in a way that had her heart bouncing down into her stomach and back again. "Zoey Cohen sounds like she's going to be a badass."

Tangling her hands in his hair, she pulled him to her, kissing him with every ounce of regret she'd harbored since that awful day. "I love you," she whispered against his mouth. "I love you so much."

A kiss shouldn't have the power to heal. It shouldn't be able to transform. To make everything shiny and new.

But this one did.

With a press of lips and a sweep of tongues, a need not met in months unleashed on them. A homecoming. Raw and real, it ate away at any patience left.

Exploring her skin as if relearning a map he had traveled a thousand times, Liam's hands drifted over her body, leaving no part untouched. Doing the same, her palms traveled down his shoulders, making their way to his chest and stomach. Her fingers skated over the line of hair under his navel, causing a shiver to course through him.

"Upstairs." Ending their kiss, he ran his tongue over the pulse thundering in her neck. "I need room to fuck you properly."

Not about to argue, she wrapped her arms around his neck when he lifted her to carry up the stairs. "Guest bedroom, please. I already feel bad about the dining room table."

Turning right at the top of the stairs, he dropped her on to the small double-sized bed in the first room they came to. "This will work."

Shucking his pants and underwear off, he fell upon her, and if she thought he had seemed out of control at the kitchen table, it was nothing compared to this. Deliciously feral and beyond reasoning, he dropped to his knees, dragging her to the edge of the bed by her ankles.

"Show me." The order was given on the edge of a growl, his gaze locked between her thighs. She hadn't had time to remove her thong, but that apparently didn't matter. When she spread her legs, Liam ripped the material right off her body. "Wider."

She did as he asked, leaving her completely exposed. His dark eyes never wavered, soaking in the sight with a lick of his lips. "I am going to destroy this."

Splaying a hand on her lower abdomen, he stretched his fingers wide, his thumb extending to the sensitive bundle of nerves dying to be touched. With slow, precise movements, he stroked in circles with just the right amount of pressure. Anticipation fluttered low in her belly, forcing her hips to buck right off the mattress. In an instant, he was there, tongue deep, and catching her mid-air to roll over his face.

She chanted his name, begging for him to love her forever.

"I belong to you, Liam."

"Louder," he snarled, his voice muffled. Two fingers joined his tongue, and she was lowered to the mattress. "Scream it."

"I belong to… to… fuck." His fingers curled, and all thought processes went out the door. "You."

"There it is." His head popped up, and he moved next to her on the bed. Laying a kiss on the corner of her open mouth, he smirked as she sobbed through the ecstasy. "Goddamn, you're such a good girl when you want to be."

Hearing his praise pushed her over the edge. This man would be her ruin, and fighting it was useless.

As she came down, he extracted his fingers to bring her higher on the bed and wedge himself between her still shaking thighs. Their mouths merged, and he guided his erection back and forth over her entrance, teasing her until she almost couldn't take anymore.

These uninhibited wild moments between them were a favorite, but prep work was always required, and she had a split second to mentally thank him for relaxing her muscles with an orgasm or two. Notching the head of his cock, he thrust once, shuddering when her body clenched from the tight fit. Inch by glorious inch, he drove into her with swift plunges.

Arching her spine to give him an easier position to work with, a desperate groan filled the room when he bottomed out. "I will never go another day without this." Pumping with long, lengthy slams, his voice shook. "Do you understand me?"

All she could do was nod, unable to find her voice from the sheer force of every downward strike. The savage power behind this possession had her bracing herself as he rode through his revenge.

"Yeah, you understand," he growled, rutting without control. He rested his forearms on the bed, bracketing her head between them. "Never again."

His devastatingly beautiful face filled her vision, dark eyes nearly black with blown pupils. He might be losing himself, but he was still holding back, and so close to falling apart again, she wanted him to tumble off that beautiful cliff with her.

"Can you hear that?" She grinded her hips to match his punishing rhythm until the wet slap of their bodies coming together rose in volume. "Listen to how greedy I am for you."

There it was. Burying his face in her neck, he conquered her body with a guttural roar, the intensity of his thrusts robbing her of the ability to feel anything but him.

Them.

Two halves fusing together to become whole.

Teeth sank into the soft muscle of her shoulder, and the hot sting sent an aching sensation of possession through her system. "Oh my God." She could hardly get the words out as the power hammering into her continued to leave a wake of destruction. "I'm going to come again."

He shifted his position, drawing up on his knees. "Let me feel it," he growled, hands on her hips and never slowing. "Let me feel how much you love me."

There was nothing she could do. With no will of her own, release thundered through her. A glorious possession, annihilating with the mass destruction of a nuclear bomb. The heated rush of blood in her veins. The shuddering pulse of her body around his. The sharp pull from low in her belly. It made her scream, and beg, driving sounds from her that were nothing but incoherent pleas.

"Breathe through it." A sheen of sweat coated his muscled chest as he drove her higher and higher. "Hold me tight, and breathe through it, but don't you dare stop coming."

As if she had a choice.

Through the pleasure, her shoulders rolled off the mattress. She wanted—needed—to see this absolute possession taking place.

"Look at you." With an arrogant smirk, he shifted so she could watch his glistening cock piston in and out of her. "Look at how you hold me so perfectly."

If the never-ending orgasm was anywhere close to giving up, it no longer bothered. The sight kicked it into overdrive, and she bounced, taking all of him.

And Liam tumbled.

Right off the cliff. No hesitation. Twitching and pulsing, it was a free fall into the abyss. He thrust into her with every muscle drawing tight, and hips smacking against her flesh with each hit.

"I love you," he exhaled, his thick, heavy pumps stretching her to the max. "So fucking much."

Cliffs and sharp rocks be damned. She fell right along with him. "Forever."

His forehead pressed against hers, his eyes closing. "Losing you again… I can't. I won't, Jamison."

Their mouths crashed together, and love hummed between them, the song sealing their fate, and tying the cord of her life to his. Tethered and bound for all eternity. It was stronger than any declaration of love. More solid than a wedding vow.

Destiny could have sent her down any path of its choosing, but whichever the way, she would have always found him on it.

He shivered, becoming almost dead weight as his thrusts slowed.

"How many have you loved before me?"

Jamison's heart sighed. He really was so very beautiful. Face flushed, hair mused, and all the love in the world for her shining in his eyes, this man had stolen her heart from the beginning.

She traced her finger along his hairline, sliding the wavy locks from his eyes. "None."

"How many will you love after me?"

"None."

It was from an old movie, and he had used the scene to propose. How many have you loved before me? None. How many will you love after me? None. How many days before you agree to marry me? None.

But when the third question didn't come, and he rolled them to their sides to rest, she didn't panic as she thought she would. They had their entire lives ahead and would never be apart again.