Back to the Beginning: A Duet (4 page)

Their fingers clumsily tangled with one another as they tried to get his cut off and then his T-shirt. Their mouths had to pull back from one another long enough for them to lift it up and over his head. Sharing breath for a few moments, Denise pulled back and stood in front of him. Without a word, Liam moved his knees so that she had room between them.

She kicked her shoes off with a flourish and then unbuttoned her jeans, unceremoniously pulling them off so that he couldn’t see the panties she wore underneath when the tail of her shirt hid the material from his eyes. Throwing him a saucy look, she gripped the hem of her own shirt between her thumbs and forefingers and slowly pulled it up her body, giving him glimpses of bare skin.

“C’mon, sweetheart, show me the goods.” He licked his lips in anticipation, giving her a boyish grin.

“Patience.”

“I think I’ve been pretty fuckin’ patient, considering my zipper is imprinted on my dick at this point.”

Giving in, she whisked it over her head and threw it down on the floor in front of him, leaving her in a bra she’d bought on a whim a few weeks ago. It wasn’t her usual. Normally anything she bought was for comfort. It was an ingrained habit she’d had for a while, but she and B had been at the mall, she’d seen it and stopped, looking twice. B had gotten a wicked gleam in her eye, telling her she would look amazing in it and Liam wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her if he saw it. That was the final straw. She’d thrown her credit card down, spending more on that bra than she’d spent on their weekly food at the grocery store. Seeing the look in her husband’s eyes as he locked on the piece of black lace? Worth every penny.

Moving her fingers to the front clasp, she meant to release it when his sharp tone halted her. “Let me do that.”

Who was she to tell him no?

He approached her like a panther, all smooth and sleek, his gaze never faltering from the creamy skin above the lace holding the weight of her chest in. He was killing her, because she wanted him to touch her, wanted his mouth on every part of her, wanted his teeth biting, his tongue soothing. He knew everything that turned her on, and he wasn’t doing any of it; he was looking his fill.

“Liam,” she whined, her arms wrapped around her waist to prevent her hands from touching herself. “Touch me.”

“I will.” The promise was in his voice, but he didn’t seem to be in any kind of hurry.

Slowly, he lifted his hands up to her rib cage, spanning the expanse with his big hands. So fucking close, yet so far. Her nipples tightened, causing them to rub against the material. It only heightened her arousal, and she wanted to throw something at him, to make him move faster. There was one thing about her husband she’d learned—don’t rush him, because he would take his sweet time, no matter what. They were on his timetable, nothing would change that. When finally he moved his hands up to the lace, he pushed the weight together until the clasp gave way, opening its secrets up to his gaze. Letting the loosened cups of the bra fall away, he cupped the edges of her skin, letting his thumbs graze the hardened nubs pointing straight out at him. Throwing her head back, Denise thrust herself deeper into his hands.

*

“Feel good, baby?”
he asked.

“More,” she begged. “Your mouth.”

He wanted to give her everything she hoped for, everything she wished for. Pulling her back towards him, he made her straddle his hips again, which put his mouth level with her tit. Opening his lips, he lightly kissed the skin, swirling his tongue around the puckered flesh. Denise leaned back, offering more of herself to him. She would gladly sacrifice every part of her body if he would only worship her. Grinding against his lap, she felt him pressing against her, could feel the hard length begging to be released from its denim prison.

When he used his teeth to nip lightly, she ground down further onto his solid muscle, trying to get friction there between her thighs. Liam lapped at first one breast and then the other, letting her feel his devotion to her. Against his jeans, he could feel her warm heat and a wetness that told him just how much she was enjoying the attention he paid to her body. Trailing his free hand down her stomach, into the space between her thighs, he pushed aside the silky panel that hid what he considered his home from his gaze.

Letting her breast drop from his mouth, he groaned, feeling the evidence of her desire. “Goddamn, I’ve never felt you this wet before. What’s got you so excited?”

She moaned, rolling her hips against his fingers as he slowly pushed them up into her body. Widening her hips, she helped him, letting gravity do the work. “It’s you. It’s the fact that you know what I need, and you turn me on. You know exactly how to pleasure me.”

He did, and he took great pride in that. Positioning his thumb over her clit, he breathed deeply, calming himself down, before speaking to her in a dark tone. “Then hang on, because this is going to be a ride you’re not going to forget.”

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Chapter Four

D
enise was wrecked.
He’d pushed her to one of the strongest orgasms she’d had in her life, and that was saying something, because he’d introduced her to a whole new world. Even now, long minutes after his tongue at her breast and his fingers in her pussy had sent her soaring, she was rocked with aftershocks. Barely touching her stomach caused her skin to jump. “Why haven’t we done that in so long?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

“Because we let everybody else take precedence, and I’m never letting it happen again.” Liam was taking off the rest of his clothes while she lay there trying to get a grip on her passion-racked body.

As he pushed his jeans down over his hips, taking his boxers with them, her eyes locked on his manhood, much like his had locked on her tits. “I’d love to show you the good time you showed me.” She gave him a sultry smile before reaching for him.

“While I would welcome that any other time…” He finished pulling his boots and the lower half of his clothes off before taking a knee on the bed and situating himself over her. His hands hooked behind her knees and spread her legs apart to make room for his body. “Right now, I’d rather be inside that tight body of yours. It’s been way too long.”

He held the base of his cock, keeping it steady as he slowly fed himself inside her. He didn’t want to hurt her; it had been longer than either one of them had anticipated since their last time. Simultaneous groans told him just how good it felt for her too. Seating himself inside her, he let his torso drop forward, catching himself on his forearms. When he was steady, he moved one hand to her ass, curling her leg around his hip. “Are you ready, baby?”

She nodded, her eyes closed, head tilted back. Burying his lips in her neck, he withdrew slowly and then pushed back in just as slowly. Two more strokes and he felt her body adjust, felt her relax, and knew without a doubt she was into it as her other leg curled around his hip. “Liam,” she breathed, opening herself up wider to him and pushing against him so that her hips cradled his. “Take me there again.”

Those were the only words he needed to hear. It was the affirmation he’d been waiting on, and without wasting anymore time, he did as she asked, pulling back and swinging his hips deeper into her. There was no finesse as he ground against her body. Sitting back on his knees, he spread her thighs with his hands, thrusting and withdrawing even faster. They had no rhythm, it was long gone. All either of them could hear was the beating of their hearts, the panting of their breath, and the headboard banging against the wall. He hoped like hell they didn’t have neighbors, but really couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck, because he was about to come all up in his wife—something he hadn’t done in way too long.

“Liam.” She grabbed at his ab muscles, trying to pull him closer as she shoved her body towards his.

“I know,” he ground out, pushing a little deeper. “
Fuck, I know.
”

Her head thrashed on the pillow, his knees burned with the friction they made against the sheets, her tits swung, and his chest pumped with the effort to get enough air in his lungs. Sweat poured from his forehead and down his back, making his forearms and tattoos glisten. She ran her hands up and down those forearms and grasped his fingers in hers. Doing that caused her stomach muscles to tighten and shifted them into a position that made his length rub just right on her clit. “Oh my God,” she ground out between clenched teeth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

“Never,” he vowed, picking up speed. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up, but he knew he would power through, even if he pulled a muscle. His groin burned, his balls ached as they slapped against her ass, and he could feel the dull throb of completion starting to push its way up to the surface. He wanted this more than he wanted his next breath. Clenching his back teeth, he thrust especially hard into Denise’s core, and that was it. He felt the wash of her orgasm over the skin of his hard cock. Immediately he erupted inside her, throwing his head back as he felt a completion like he’d never felt before. It drained him of his ability to speak or comprehend. Instead, he collapsed against her body and willed his galloping heart to slow down.

*

An hour later,
they were still lying in silence, both enjoying just being. Denise was almost sure that Liam had dozed off, and maybe still was dozing. He’d been under a lot of pressure lately, and she knew he hadn’t been sleeping well. There were many things he kept from her, for her and the kids’ safety, but even she could tell the shop was becoming more than they could handle. Repairs, repos—it was all taking time, and from what she could tell, it was taking more and more time away from the things the guys liked to do, like protection runs. She wasn’t sure if Heaven Hill was entering into a new phase of life, but whatever it was, she would be standing right beside her man. There would be no mountain she wouldn’t climb with him.

His breath was steady against her neck, gently puffing as he inhaled and exhaled. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair, pushing the curls off his face. The older he got, the curlier the long strands got, and she hoped Tatum got this hair when she got older. She wished like hell her twins had it, that they had Liam’s blood running through their veins. She wondered sometimes if they should have another child, because he was so good with Tatum and an amazing presence for the two older ones. It was a thought that nagged at the back of her mind, but one she’d decided wasn’t worth her time. At her age, and the fact that they had the others out of diapers and sleeping through the night—hell, two of them almost out of the house—she had to be crazy to even be thinking it.