Page 94 of Waiting For A Girl Like You (Haven House #4)

“Soon.”

Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the increased rate of his breathing. It almost sounded as if he were running. “What are you doing?”

There was a pause.

“Are you still in your wedding dress?”

“Well, yeah.”

“I hope you’re not overly superstitious.” The closet door swung open, and Liam was there, his phone to his ear and a grin on his face. “Surprise.”

She gasped, stumbling back a step. “You.”

“Me.” He smiled, his gaze sweeping over the dress. “I’m here.”

Crying and stumbling through the mess, she reached him in seconds. They crashed together, lips colliding as the two of them tumbled out of the closet. Liam lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her fingers in his hair.

“Did you drive all night?”

“Yes.” He dropped onto the oversized corner chair with her still in his arms. “Door is locked.”

Straddling him, she swept her hair over one shoulder so he could kiss down her neck. “And the cameras are off in the bedrooms.”

Their mouths collided again, all teeth and tongue and need. She rocked against him, the movement wringing a growl from his chest. God, she craved more of that sound—so she did it again. And again, until they were both groaning from the friction.

He broke the kiss first, his ragged breathing matching her own. “Can I fuck you?”

Pulling his shirt off and then going for his pants next, she tossed his belt aside. “That’s the general idea here.”

“No.” A grin edged the corner of his mouth. “I want to fuck you in the dress, but I don’t want to mess it u—”

“Now, Liam.”

Reaching under her skirt, he tore her panties clean off. “Now, works for me.”

She nearly laughed, but then his mouth was back on hers—hot, consuming, unrelenting—and she forgot everything except the sharp burn of need between them and the maddening feel of his hands roaming over her waist .

“Jesus, baby,” Liam groaned, leaning back to lift his hips as she shoved his pants and underwear down. “Come up here and sit on my face. Let me get you ready.”

Back in position, she grinded against him, letting his cock slide along her soaked entrance. Arching her spine, she moaned, her body begging to be filled. “I can take it.”

Since the wedding dress was short, they could both watch as she lined him up, inch by inch, sinking deeper with a controlled glide. Liam’s grip on her hips flexed, the veins in his arms and hands popping.

“ Fuck.” Lips parted, and eyes locked on the way her body took him so perfectly, he groaned in a way that had a shiver running through her. “You’re so tight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. Go slow.”

She whimpered, already moving. “I think not.”

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rode him in a hungry, relentless rhythm. The wide seat of the reading chair gave her the leverage needed, and Liam didn’t make her do it alone. His hands clamped onto her hips, thrusting upward in hard, controlled bursts that made the whole chair rock.

He was beautiful beneath her, the muscles of his body straining to give her what she needed. “Such a greedy fucking girl,” he rasped, his words punctuated by the brutal pump of his cock when she picked up her pace. “Is this what you wanted?”.

She moaned, her cries building with the orgasm that felt like fire under her skin. Releasing his grip on one hip, he pressed his hand against her lower stomach, allowing the pad of his thumb to rub circles on her clit until she was bucking uncontrollably.

And when the pleasure struck with an unparalleled intensity, she shook against him, clenching hard and fast. “Oh my God— Liam —”

“There it is.” He growled against her neck when she bowed forward to scream against his skin. “That’s what I want. That’s all I fucking want.”

Still panting, still trembling, she didn’t resist when he stood with her in his arms and turned to lay her on her back on the plush rug. Her legs opened for him instinctively, and he kneeled between them, his hands rough on her thighs as he pulled her closer.

“My wife,” Liam breathed, sinking back into her in one long, heavy roll of his hips. “Forever, Jamison. You’re going to stand under that oak tree and swear to be— fuck ,” his breath caught as he filled her completely , “you feel so good .”

Absolutely wild for him, she held on tight when he pumped into her like a man possessed—sharp, fast, feral—he took her savagely. All control lost, his moans filled the room, the sound holding a whisper of agony as he truly let himself go.

“I’m going to come so fucking hard.” His voice shook from the heavy pounding he was giving her, the limits to his sanity snapping one by one. “Are you going to take it?”

She opened her legs wider, allowing him to do whatever he wanted—take her as hard as he wanted. She was completely his, deliciously at his mercy. “Yes.”

“Are you going to be my wife?” He never paused in his rhythm, his gaze locked on her parted lips. “Today?”

“Yes.” She was already crying again, her body bouncing hard under him. “Yes!”

“Right fucking no—” His voice broke, the words cut off by a shout. Pushing up on one arm, he pressed her thigh aside so he could watch her squeeze around him as he spilled into her. “You take me so fucking good. God, too good… too fucking good.”

She couldn’t form words, not when her whole body was convulsing again with a second orgasm, not when he was falling apart above her, swearing and filling her with everything he had.

“I’m marrying you right now. Right fucking now,” he whispered, his body shaking from the pleasure rolling through him. “I will not greet another sunrise without you as my wife.”

She pulled him down on top of her, needing his warmth. When his thrusts turned shallow, they kissed—slow, lingering kisses, messy from tears and sheer exhaustion. His hand cupped her face, his thumb stroking her bottom lip. “I meant what I said,” he whispered. “Today, Jamison.”

“Hmm?” She was melting into him, boneless and dazed. “Today?”

“Not another sunrise.” His fingers trailed from her jaw to the neckline of her gown. “I hope the dress isn’t too wrinkled, but, really, who cares? Let’s go.”

“Go wher—” She didn’t finish. He was already up, leaving her empty and sprawled on the floor as he tugged on his pants. “Liam?”

“I have one rule,” he said, snatching up his phone. “No underwear. I want you completely naked under that dress.”

She snorted. “That’s kind of kinky, and I like it, but you can’t be serious about this whole before sunrise thing.”

He was already dialing. “Hey, Abe. You’re up? No? Well, you’re up now. Do you still have the ceremony you wrote for me and Jamison? Yes, our wedding ceremony. Can you print it and meet us under the Marriage Oak? Yep, right now. Cool. I’ll start waking everyone up.”

“Waking everyone…” She scrambled to a sitting position. “Liam!”

He smirked as he made another call. “Hey, fucker. Get over here. I’m marrying your sister in half an hour and need a best man. No, I don’t care what time it is. You’ll survive. See, Evie’s up, and I hear the girls. Yep, that’s right, Theo. Unc is going to be Uncle, so get your dad up.”

She stared at him, the shock and excitement growing. “Really? Right this very second?”

“You should probably pull your skirt down first, but yeah.” He crossed the room and dropped to one knee, his grin softer now. “Jamison Scarlett Fairweather, will you marry me right this very second?”

“It won’t be legal.”

“It will be when we march our asses down to the licensing office the second they open.”

She laughed through her tears. “Are you sure?”

“Why not?” He stood and took her hands in his. “Life is about to go back to normal, and when it does, we’ll have to work around everyone’s schedules, which will delay the wedding, and we’ll have to wait again.

“I don’t want to wait.”

“I don’t either. I’m done waiting. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to make you mine, and I’m not going to wait any longer.”

“Okay.” She nodded, then threw her arms around him, giddy and glowing. “Let’s get married.”