Page 60 of The Night

Liam’s eyes were wide and his skin was sheened with sweat by the time I was done. His cries rang in my ears. My fingertips gripped his hip tight to hold him in place. The salty, delicious flavor of him danced on my tongue. The scent of our combined arousal was all around us. And I thought that this was exactly what I wanted every day forever—Liam in my bed, Liam taking over all my senses. Just Liam.

“Condom,” Liam breathed. “Fuck, Gideon. Now now now.”

“Oh, shit.” I sucked in a breath as cold reality invaded our happy bubble. “I… I don’t have any.Fuck.” I lowered my forehead to rest on his shoulder. “I don’thaveany. Do you?”

I felt Liam shake his head. “Five years, remember?”

Yeah, I fucking remembered. A fresh bolt of lust seared through me.

“I mean, I get screened biannually for work, and I know I don’t have any…” I swallowed. “And I’m assuming you’ve been tested in the last five years.” He nodded. “So, we could… I mean… No.Fuckit.”

There was a lot more to going bare than just being disease-free. At least, I’d always sort of thought so. Which was part of the reason I’d never even considered it until now.

“Doesn’t matter. We’ll skip that for tonight.”

Liam made a noise of protest.

“It’sfine. I promise, I’ll make it good for you.” I bit the tendon between his neck and his shoulder. “You can come down my throat, just like the other night.” My own cock twitched in anticipation.

Liam thumped my shoulder with his fist, and when I lifted my head, he scowled. “Do you realize how often we do this? Overthink shit and make assumptions?”

He pushed my shoulder, and I let him roll me onto my back.

“This is what I want,” he said simply. “You. Inside me. Right now. Bare. Is that what you want?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed.

I barely got the words out before Liam had my dripping cock in his hand, lining me up with his hole and sinking downoh so fa la la-ing slowly without a single thing between us.

Liam riding me was fucking glorious. Delicious. A thing I’d missed and craved without even knowing I was missing it.

If anyone ever tells you that sex is sex, that a willing partner is a willing partner, that physical intimacy can’t change you or fix you, trust me when I tell you they’re wrong. Because the sight of Liam McKnight working me over—his eyes squeezed shut while his channel opened for me so sweetly—felt like the world’s quietest revolution.

He clenched around me as he rocked up and I was lost; he sighed as he sank down, and I was found again. All the weary, bruised parts of me—all the scars that Liam’s lips could never touch—felt healed suddenly, and all the doors to all the parts of my heart that I’d locked away and bricked up for the past five years were thrown open wide.

I ran my hands over his chest, fingers clenching into his damp skin, wanting to be evencloser,and then those glorious green eyes opened. He leaned down and kissed me, sliding his tongue against mine.

Fuck.

I flipped him over in a heartbeat, pushing his legs up to his chest. “Yes?” I demanded.

“Yes,” he agreed. “Always yes.”

And I thought if I were ever going to write a love poem, those would be the only words I’d ever need. I was so giddy, so fuckingjoyful, that I grinned at the idea.

“What?” He tried to frown, but it was like my smile compelled him to smile too, because his lips twitched. “We’re stopping? Why the fuck are we stopping?”

I ran my hand over his cheek and shook his head. “You make me so…” I shook my head. What was a word that was deeper than happy? Sturdier than joy? “You make meglad.”

Liam’s eyes widened, then fluttered shut when I pushed inside him again. I took a minute to appreciate the perfection of it—Liam’s legs around my waist, his hands gripping my neck—then I leaned back up on my knees and got to work, remembering how much he loved it when I took him over, found the perfect angle to stroke his prostate with every thrust, and forced pleasure on him.

“Fuck, Liam.Fuck!”

Liam’s hair was in his eyes, his lips parted as he breathed out “Gideon,” and I wanted to promise him anything, give himeverything, keep him just like this, as close as this, forever.

His ass clenched around me as he came, shooting all over his chest and his chin—and, with any luck, the goddamn reindeer sheets—and then I was coming too, filling him up and he cried out again.

“Oh, God, that feels…”