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“I want your cock, Liam. Now.”

And that’s all I need.

I grab hold of her ass, pulling her thighs against me, one hand right against my throbbing cock. I slide the head up and down her pussy—tap her clit with my dick just to make her beg.

“Fill me with your cock,” she whines.

I drop lower, pressing the thick head of my dick against her creamy, slick entrance and watch her eyes go wide.

When I finally give in, it’s like coming home. Tight. Wet. Fucking perfect. Her back arches, a broken moan falling from her lips. I grip her hips and drive deep, groaning at the way she clamps around me.

“Christ, Kat. You feel like heaven.”

She digs her nails into my back. “Harder.”

I give it to her. I take her. Long, deep strokes that make the headboard knock against the wall, the slap of skin on skin filling the room with something primal. She’s loud and wild beneath me, chanting my name like a prayer.

“You take me so fucking good.”

Her pussy clenches, climax hitting fast, sharp, as she shakes around me. And that’s fucking it. I bury myself as deep as I can go, spilling into her with a groan .

I should be panicking. Running through exit strategies. Making excuses.

Instead, all I can think about is what we’ll eat for breakfast. If she likes eggs. If she’d let me cook for her in nothing but boxers.I’m so screwed.

After, we lie there. Our sweat cooling. Our bodies still tangled. I stroke her hair and say what I should’ve said a long time ago.

“I never forgot the way you sounded that night.” I press my lips to her throat, feel her pulse race. “I fucking jerked off to the memory of you gasping on my fingers. Didn’t even know for sure it was you, but I knew I’d never find better...”

“You wrecked me”

She flicks her lashes at me , tilts her head. Her expression is raw.

“I never forgot you either”

I’ve woken up in beds where I couldn’t tell you how I got there. Just skin and regret and the kind of silence that makes your ears ring.

This...This is fucking different.

“I didn’t say anything that night I knew it was you. To be fucking honest, I was to scared to admit it. Shit, I’m still scared.” I kiss her forehead.

“But I’d rather be scared with you than empty without you.”

There was a night—group home outside Tampa. I was thirteen. Sheets smelled like mildew. Some guy was screaming in the next room, and all I could think was no one’s coming for me. That pit in my gut never left. I swore I’d never let anyone get close enough to prove I wasn’t worth staying for.

But now, waking up with her wrapped around me— I don’t feel hollow. I don’t feel disposable. I feel like I fucking belong.

And for the first time in years—I mean that shit.

Chapter thirty-five

Katarina

It'sstrangehowfastthings can change.

Just a few days ago, I passed out during Brody's BMI check-in, convinced my life was falling apart. Now I'm sitting on my couch, legs curled beneath me, watching Liam slice strawberries with the concentration of a man performing delicate heart surgery.

"Are you making me a fruit salad?" I ask, lips twitching into a smile.