Page 24 of Waiting For A Girl Like You (Haven House #4)

“ T hat’s where CeCe died.”

They were coasting away from the house, the boat gliding down the dark waters of the bayou.

Liam stood at the helm, guiding them along the winding channel that stretched from Haven’s dock to the distant bay, roughly three miles out.

According to the map beside him in the pilot’s chair, their route would hug the swampy shoreline, weaving through inlets in search of hidden launch sites before reaching Watson’s place.

“We estimated it was right about there.” Liam pointed to a sandy patch surrounded by reeds swaying in the breeze. “They found a few manchineels in that spot and nowhere else.”

Neither of them spoke as they drifted past the place where CeCe had spent her final moments. Jamison left the pilot house, stepping out to stand on the padded bow bench. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d taken a boat directly from Haven’s dock, certainly not since CeCe’s murder.

“How did he get her out there?” she asked, returning to Liam’s side after they passed the small barrier island. Dropping into the co-pilot’s chair, she propped her feet up. “Toby said he drugged her, but someone at a marina would’ve noticed a guy carrying an unconscious woman.”

“It’s one of those details I didn’t follow up on.” The muscle in Liam’s ticked jaw with annoyance. “Too many moving parts back then. Not an excuse, but now look where we are. ”

She gave his bicep a light punch. “Stop blaming yourself.”

“Who else should I blame?” He smirked as she shook her hand, trying to get the feeling back into her fingers. “This is on me, and I take full responsibility.”

“Well, you shouldn’t.”

Liam focused on steering, keeping a low wake as they passed the old mill and its remaining pilings protruding from the water. Through a thinning patch of trees, the graveyard could be seen. Just beyond it, the manchineels waited, their twisted branches claiming more of the shoreline every year.

“Your dad contacted a company out of South Florida,” Liam said, eyes still forward. “They specialize in removing manchineels. The plan is to start the extraction process sometime next year.”

They rode in silence for a long stretch, the forest unspooling endlessly beside them. High in the sky, the sun shone down on them once they hit the widening pass, and knowing they were nearing Watson’s place, Jamison decided it was the perfect time to reveal her bathing suit.

At the back of the boat, the bench seating offered the best view and the most sun.

She strolled over, peeled off her T-shirt, and casually tossed it aside.

The top of her suit was little more than string and two tiny triangles that barely covered anything.

She wasn’t overly endowed in the breast department, but the minuscule coverage gave her shape a nice definition.

Liam glanced back and did a double take. “What the fuck?”

Even over the whine of the motor, she heard him loud and clear, but refused to smile. Discarding the jean cut-offs, she adjusted the thong bikini bottom high on her hips and turned to give him the full view.

“Where the hell did you get that?” he shouted, the boat suddenly losing speed. “Come here.”

Running her hands over her hips, she crawled onto the white leather bench, deliberately angling her ass in his direction. “Do you like it?”

The engine dipped into a low hum, and Liam ripped off his sunglasses, no longer paying attention to where they were going. “Are you seriously asking if I like seeing my woman in a thong bathing suit?”

The boat veered sharply, cutting across the gleaming water toward a narrow inlet ahead. It wasn’t deep, but it curved just enough to keep them out of sight .

“What are you doing?” she asked, feigning innocence as she settled onto the bench and spread her legs ever so strategically. “I thought we were supposed to be looking for docks.”

He didn’t answer, slowing the boat to a crawl. The silence stretched as he worked the anchor, every second fueling the anticipation sparking in her chest.

“Liam?”

“Get in here.” His voice was tight, the small remaining shred of his sanity reaching its end. “The cabin bed is big enough for both of us.”

“No.” She leaned back, resting her arms on the bench as she stretched across the cushions. “I like it out here.”

He stopped what he was doing and arched an eyebrow at her. “We’re doing this in the open?”

“Oh yeah.” She tapped the bench between her thighs, spreading wider as she tipped her head back to soak in the sun. “Right. Here.”

The engine cut off completely, leaving only the sound of the forest rustling around them and Liam’s hurried footsteps as he left the pilot house.

“You’re keeping that damn bathing suit on the whole time.”

Eyes still closed, she smirked. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it. I know orange isn’t your favorite.”

“Orange? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m colorblind at the moment.” His hands wrapped around her ankles, lifting them so her feet rested on the bench.

Her eyes popped open to see him kneeling in front of her—hat turned backward, chest bare in the sunlight, lips parted as he took her in.

“Are you sure you want to do this out here?” he asked, his head already lost between her thighs. A groan left him as he nuzzled her softly, his breath hot against her skin. “Someone could see us.”

Knocking his hat aside, she threaded her fingers through his longer-than-usual hair.

Like when they were changing earlier, it was tousled and boyish, a dangerously charming combination.

The entire look and attitude made him hard to resist, but she was more than ready to embrace this new non-Bureau Liam with open arms.

And open legs, apparently.

Pushing at her thighs, he spread her further, settling in .

“I don’t mind if someone sees us,” she whispered, her breath catching as he slid the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms aside. “It’s kind of exhilarating.”

His mouth hovered for a beat, and then he pressed a soft, deliberate kiss against her center. “Dirty girl,” he murmured. Another kiss followed, featherlight. “ My dirty girl.”

With the flat of his tongue, he tasted her leisurely, and she nearly came right then.

That was the thing with Liam. Sex was always incredible, but the man knew how to give the most divine pleasure with just his tongue.

And he enjoyed it. Loved it . He could spend hours with his head nestled right between her thighs, worshipping every inch of her like it was a calling.

The sun glinted off her ring, and she clutched his hair tighter, hips rolling to draw him deeper. He responded with a growl that shot heat straight through her, and somewhere off in the forest, a bird squawked in horror, positively appalled by the carnal scene playing out in its private sanctuary.

Man. Animal. She didn’t care.

Let them all see.

With light suction and steady flicks of his tongue, he easily had her body trembling as she climbed, whimpering from the pleasure building fast and wild.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Liam lifted his head to tug at the strings of his shorts. “We’re doing this together.”

Positively ravenous to have him in her mouth again, she all but fell off the seat. On her knees and gripping his base the second his cock was free, she took him into her mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He let out the most satisfying groan, his head falling back. With one hand knotted in her hair, he met her rhythm, matching the bob of her head with a roughness that made her want more. “God… this mouth.”

She thought about how they must look. Her in a neon thong bathing suit, greedy, on her knees, and getting her mouth properly fucked by a beautiful man.

And Liam. If someone did come across them, she didn’t think he would stop. Too far lost, she honestly thought he would keep right on thrusting, slamming his cock into her throat like nothing else mattered .

The more she pictured the scene, the more crazed with need she became. When she finally pulled back with a deliberate swipe of her tongue, her smile was pure sin. “Ready?”

He didn’t let go of her hair, forcing her head up so she could look at him. “On your back. Brace your arms.”

She crawled onto the cushions, flashing him another wicked grin over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass. “Are you sure you don’t want me like this?”

“I said, on your back.” He gave her a sharp smack, following it with a rough squeeze. “Now.”

Curving her spine, she gave him one last look at her position on all fours, and the muscles in his abdomen shuddered. “Yeah, but I think I might frame this bathing suit.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “It’s a work of art on your body.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she started to say, but the rest of her sentence dissolved into a gasp. For the most part, Liam Cohen was a patient man. Calm, level-headed. He never allowed much to get him riled up.

Except when it came to sex.

In one swift move, he flipped her over. “Are we not in a listening mood today, Jamison?”

“Never.” She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist when he covered her body with his own. “You know, I was worried you wouldn’t like the color… oh, God, who cares .”

Lined up and ready, Liam thrust his hips forward, sliding into her with ease, thanks to their frantic foreplay. Given his size, he paused for a beat, letting her adjust—but after a few hard pumps, she was clawing at the cushion, breath hitching with every stroke.

“Arms up and hands braced against the back of the seat,” he warned.

She placed her palms flat against the seatback and locked her arms as he gave up any pretense of restraint. Pounding into her, he set a relentless pace until her body clenched around him.

“Give it up, Jamison.” Liam’s cocky, open-mouth smirk grew as her whimpers turned to punctuated moans. “I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You’re so ready to let go.”