Page 72 of Search for the Truth

Then there was just Liam Weaver.

Chapter Nineteen

Liam pulled her to the edge of the counter, closer to him. It forced her legs to make a choice—block him or accommodate him. Blake chose the latter.

She wrapped her legs around him and his towel so there was no space left between them. Not that there was any to begin with up top.

Liam’s kiss had lost its surprise. Now it had given way to something else.

Something heated.

Blake opened her mouth to let him in and Liam gladly accepted the invite. His tongue swiped inside as one of his hands tangled up into the back of her hair. He lightly pulled so her head tilted back. It made it easier to consume her that way, she decided. Because even with her up on the counter and him standing, his impressive height was still very much there.

Much like what she had felt that morning when she had been the one to kiss him.

She wanted him.

She didn’t know why exactly, but she did.

Shewantedhim.

And she wanted him to want her.

Which she now knew, considering she could feel him through his towel, the desire was mutual.

With one arm fastening her against him and the other hand holding her head, Blake decided to do some positioning of her own. She let her hands blindly explore the wet body of the man against her, trailing his chest and back until she decided that it wasn’t fair that he was the only one so exposed.

Blake pushed against him hard enough to let him know she wanted to stop.

Maybe it was too hard.

Liam not only stopped; he took two steps away from her.

His lips were red and swollen, his face was flushed, his expression was turning to apologetic.

“I—I’m sorry,” he said uneasily. “I just think you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met, and it was driving me crazy not to—”

He cut himself off, stopping amid his frazzled statement.

Probably because Blake had just thrown her shirt off from over her head and tossed it on the floor.

For a moment, Liam reminded her of a teenage boy. His eyes dropped dramatically, landing on her bra. That gaze didn’t flinch as she undid said bra and let it hit the floor too.

“Turn the shower back on,” she ordered, breathless but proudly still in control. “Then prove to me how incredible you think I am.”

That shy, inexperienced teenager facade absolutely died on spot.

Liam was nothing but all man as he whirled around, turned the water on, and then came back to her. His lips crashed into hers while his hands did work.

One steadied her, the other slid beneath her shorts and underwear and expertly pulled both down in another fluid movement. No sooner were they on the floor than his towel joined them.

Then it was just Blake and Liam pressed against each other with nothing in between.

Still, Blake wanted to explore.

Liam was now the accommodating one.

With one arm, he helped guide her into the shower, not once breaking their stride. The back wall of it was cool to the touch, the water above them was warm.