“I thought you wanted to talk to me first?” Her question catches me off guard. Yes, there is a lot I need to tell her, to explain to her, but right now, all I can think of is driving my cock into her tight body and making her scream my fucking name.

“Talking can wait. I want your legs wrapped around my waist, your tight pussy squeezing my cock, and your nails digging into me as you arch your back while you’re screaming my name.”

“You’ve clearly thought about this, haven’t you?” Her giggle is musical. Ignoring her question, I feather kisses along the nape of her neck, causing a trail of goosebumps to rise in response. I suck the soft skin into my mouth, my teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and she shudders under me. Lowering my mouth, I lave her hardened nipple, biting down just enough to have her mewling like a kitten. Her body is writhing below me—just where I want her. The sweet scent of her is intoxicating, and every fear I had flies out the window as my mouth latches on to her other nipple.

I suckle it as her fingers fist in my hair, holding me where she needs me. I peer up at her under hooded lids and see her lips part in soft moans and whimpers. “Liam.” Her moaning my name is enough to have me coming in my briefs.

As I move down her body, dipping my tongue in her belly button has another sexy, soft whimper tumbling from her lips. My fingers tug on her panties, pulling them down smooth, creamy thighs. Her bare cunt is glistening with desire, and all I can think about is tasting her. “Open your legs, baby.” She does, and I press a kiss on her inner thigh. Her hips rise up and I chuckle. “So naughty, aren’t you? Does my Peach want me here?” When she moans again as I release a soft breath on her core, I have my answer.

“God, Liam, stop teasing me.” Her big, brown eyes are wide as she watches me. Flattening my tongue, I lap at her pussy. The first taste is overwhelming, and I realize she’s my addiction. No amount of time will be enough with her. The thought scares me because I haven’t ever wanted more than one night. It’s always been easy to walk away, but as I slide my tongue inside her, all that flies out the window. Her body pulses around my tongue and her fingers once again grip my hair, pulling, tugging, and the biting pain has me growling against her delectable pussy.

“Ride my face, baby. Take your pleasure.” My words are muffled, but the way her hips move tells me she had no trouble hearing them. And ride she does. Her hips move back and forth as she fucks my mouth. Riding my tongue until suddenly she stiffens and screams out my name. My fucking name.

“Fuck, Liam…” Her words taper off, and I watch her body tremble with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She’s so fucking beautiful. When her eyes meet mine, she grins and pushes up onto her elbows. “What?”

“You’re incredibly beautiful when you come. Make me so fucking hard.” I crawl over her, my arms on either side of her, and our lips crash together in a heated kiss.

“Fuck me, Liam,” she whispers, and nothing has ever sounded sweeter. My hips buck and I tease her smooth lips with my cock. “Please.”

Without another word, I slide into her. She’s so wet from her earlier orgasm that my full nine inches slide into her with ease. Her tight heat pulses around my shaft, and it takes all my restraint not to come. I move slowly, sliding in and out, teasing her inch by inch as I slip back in. The torture isn’t only for her, because my body is humming, aching to drive into her, fuck her, possess her. As the thought enters my mind, my body comes alive with the desire to make her forget any other man. To make her want me and only me. To have her body need mine.

Driving into her, I move faster. Her nails dig into my back, just like I wanted, needed, ached for. “Look at me, Peach. Your eyes on me. I’m fucking you.” Her big, chocolate eyes peer up under hooded lids, and her lips are parted in soft sighs as I thrust into her.

“You feel so good. Fucking me. Destroying me. Claiming me.” Her words shatter my calm façade, causing my chest to tighten. There’s emotion in her gaze—emotion I longed for—and now when I see it, I break. Completely shatter in this beautiful girl’s arms.

The bad boy manwhore is falling, and nobody will be able to catch me but her. Our bodies move in a rhythm of our hearts thudding as one. “Come for me, Peach. All over my cock. I need to feel you.” Her body convulses and she cries out again and again. My name echoes through the empty living room as she moans while her pussy pulses and tightens around me. The pure ecstasy on her face is my undoing. My balls tighten, and hot spurts of cum shoot deep inside her. Our bodies collide and tremble and we hold on to each other.

My addiction. My salvation. My sweet, exquisite Peach.

It’s quiet with only the fire crackling in the background. Her soft breaths calm my heartbeat into a steady rhythm. I need to talk to her, but the fear that she’ll walk away, that she won’t be able to accept me for who I am, eats at me.

I know I have to come clean at some point. My past isn’t the brightest, and someone as sweet and innocent as Emma Quinn may not understand it.

As much as I was pushing her away, I was pulling her toward me. Having her in my arms helps quell the desire for something that will only ruin my life. Again. “Why so serious?” I glance down at her in the dim light and smile. Her sweet voice is beautiful. A salve to my open wounds. The gaping holes that leave me bleeding on a daily basis. She needs to know about my past, about the things I’ve done.

“Just thinking.” I trail a finger down her cheek until I reach her chin then continue the trail lower, between her breasts and then dipping into her navel. Her breath catches, sending desire flooding through me. When I reach her smooth pussy, her legs part slightly and a soft moan catches in the back of her throat. With one thick finger, I dip into her cunt. It’s so warm, slick, and tight. With a slow stroke, I finger-fuck her, drawing out her nectar mixed with my release, circling her clit, making her hips buck and her fingers dig into my shoulder.

“About?”

“About you.” I dip my finger in again and add another digit. Her body opens for me. Accepting me. Sliding in and out, I draw the pleasure from her core. From the sweet, innocent soul who I will surely tarnish with my blemishes. With the darkness that has plagued me for so long.

“Liam.”

“Shh, Peach.” My fingers move faster and faster, dipping deeper with every stroke until I crook my fingers and rub the spot that sends her crashing into delirium as she cries out my name again. The sound of her coming—screaming only my name—is a boost to my caged heart. I want to be worthy of her. To be someone she can one day call her husband.

Jesus, Hayes, you’re going soft. Marriage? “You’re so fucking perfect.” My words still her, and when she glances at me, the smile that splits her face is radiant. It lights up the room, but more than that, it lights the darkness in my heart.

“Liam, why do you look so sad when your fingers are inside me?” Her question drags me from the abyss, and I chuckle as I slowly move my hand. Her body trembles beneath me. Without thinking, I lick each finger while my gaze is locked on hers. She watches intently as I clean my fingers of her sweet arousal.

“You taste like sunshine on a rainy day.” Her giggle is light, and it seems her three orgasms have her spent. Those incredible lashes flutter closed and her breathing soon evens. She’s so relaxed. Her face is serene, and it makes my heart ache.

Xxx

My eyes crack open and I feel a warm body molded to mine. Her scent is sweet and alluring and as much I’d like to take her again, I know she needs to rest. So much has happened over the past twenty-four hours and there’s still the topic of my past I need to tell her about.

I slip out from under her arm and pad over to the kitchen. I grab a glass and fill it with chilled water from the fridge. I glance behind me to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to have in my bed sprawled on my white carpet. Her smooth skin glows with the soft light from the fire. She’s perfect, and I can’t help my cock throbbing to be inside her again.

Staring out of the window, I’m lost in thought when her soft voice calls out to me. “Is something wrong?” I turn to find her peering at me.

“I’m wondering how to make this work, Emma. I’m not good with relationships. Hell, I’m not good with morning afters.” Raking my hand through my hair, I find myself at a loss for words.

“What? You’re just going to fuck me and discard me like your other bimbos?” She’s up on her feet in seconds, storming toward me. Thank fuck she’s got the towel wrapped around her because her nakedness won’t help my concentration.

“Baby, I am not discarding you. I’m navigating unknown territory for me here.” When I reach out for her, she flinches, which angers me. I don’t want her anger. For the first time in my life, I realize I want a woman’s love instead. But not just any woman—the one standing in front of me, looking at me like I just ripped her heart out.

Right here, at this moment, I have to decide. I need to choose between being the man I was or being the man I know I can be. The one who can make her smile.