Mila~
I tell him I’m a virgin and he tells me he’s in love with me. Most guys tell you to take a hike, but not Liam Wright. He slaps me with a love declaration and then goes to take a shower, leaving me all flustered and stunned.
I change into the clean shirt he gave me. It’s one of his baseball shirts from his high school. I tie it at my waist so it doesn’t look like a dress.
Expedition Liam commences.
I make sure the water is running before I start snooping if you can call glancing around snooping.
He likes war movies. He has a whole collection of DVD’s. Black Hawk Down, Platoon, Full Metal Jacket, The Hurt Locker, Saving Private Ryan, gosh the list goes on. Talk about a gore junky. He even has a Navy SEAL and USMC poster up on his wall.
I wonder what Liam will look like in uniform. Yummy, can only be good.
He comes out of the bathroom, and I flush scarlet as if he can actually hear my thoughts. Feeling guilty for snooping, I tuck my hands behind my back.
“Some collection you have here.” He looks edible in a pair of faded jeans. He’s wearing a white t-shirt with a blue button up hanging open over it. Gorgeous, from his boots to his tousled hair.
“What kind of movies do you like?” he asks.
I look back over his collection. “Ah … I’m more a fantasy type person. Give me Avatar, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, that kinda thing and I’m as happy as a pig in sh … yeah, well … uhm.” I clap my hands together, feeling a little uncomfortable. “Safe to say we won’t be going to the movies together,” I joke to try and lighten the fact that I was snooping.
“Never said I didn’t like fantasy,” he says.
I swallow hard and my heart does a sky dive straight to my stomach when he comes right at me and leans into me. Oh, wow, he smells good. Sign me up as a Liam groupie.
“Here’s the rest,” he whispers over my head.
I look over my shoulder. Ugh, idiot. So much for the leaning in thing. He’s reaching for a DVD rack behind the stack of war DVD’s. And there they are, a whole stack of comedies, fantasy and sci-fi movies.
“Movie freak,” I mutter. “C’mon, I’m hungry. Feed the stomach.”
I refuse to get out of his truck when we get to the pizza place. A girl’s got to have some pride.
“I look like a bad version of some lost swamp girl. No way.”
“You really care what people think about you?” This guy really has me all figured out.
“No. You think you’re so good, don’t you?” I stick my tongue out and open the door, signaling he’s won this round. With damp shorts, and sporting half the lake in my hair, I turn to get out. Yeah, hold that thought. “I need a ladder, or climbing gear, or a parachute, or-”
“Or wait for me,” he laughs. He jogs around the truck while I wait for him, swinging my legs.
He grabs hold of my hips and I take advantage of the situation to get closer to him. I throw my arms around his neck and make my voice all breathless.
“My hero. I would have done the hair toss, but it’s all tangled.”
He doesn’t let go of me, but instead pushes me up against the body of the truck once he’s lifted me out. Tiny sparks flare across my skin as his mouth brushes along the side of my face all the way to my ear. A tightening starts in my abdomen. I clench my legs together as the need I’ve been feeling around him the whole day keeps growing.
His lips brush mine and I open my mouth for him instantly. I’m intoxicated by him.
“You guys need to get a room,” the bitchy comment rips through our moment.
He pulls away slowly and I drop my chin to my chest, trying hard not to grind my teeth.
Hailey Young. She’s so pretty that every time I’m near her, I feel like an old rag. I try to slip by Liam, but he tightens his hold on my waist, holding me back.
“How are you, Hailey?”
I lean back against the truck. I can’t believe I have to listen to Liam and Hailey. I’d rather be ordering pizza.
“I’m fantabulous!”
Huh? I cringe at the word and the whiny way she says it. She walks closer, swinging her hips. Damn, you’ve got to admire the swinging skills the girl’s got. I’d swing myself right off balance.
I’m being bitchy. I need to stop. Hailey’s never been nasty to me.
“Getting pizza?” she asks.
“Yeah, just about to head inside.”
Shit, this can go on forever.
“Where’s Mickey and the others?” She glances at me and I’m surprised to see something like curiosity on her face. Is that for me or Liam?
“At Mila’s.” Liam’s voice drops with the two words. My eyes snaps to his face to see if he’s embarrassed to say that, but instead I see his eyes smoldering and his jaw is clenched. He looks pissed.
“What, are you two … like … together now?” Hailey asks surprised.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Liam leans against the truck, next to me. He keeps his one arm around my waist, “but yes, we’re together, or whatever you want to call it. Mila’s my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend. Wow.
I grin like an idiot when we finally get to go inside to order food. The girlfriend comment totally made my day.
Liam~
The definition of perfect: Mila asleep on my lap while we’re watching movies.
Mickey and Harper have been missing since we put the last movie on and Maddy fell asleep on the bed Hunter made for her on the floor. Blake keeps dozing off.
Earlier, Maddy mentioned she had a fight with Hailey. It would seem that Maddy finally got some sense and kicked Hailey to the curb. Good for her.
Watching Hunter inch his way under the blankets next to Maddy, and trying not to wake her, is hilarious.
I glance down at the sleeping angel on my lap. I don’t want to wake her, but she can’t sleep like this the whole night. I reach for the remote and toss it on Hunter’s chest.
“Put everything off before you fall asleep, dipshit.”
“You gonna go sleep?”
“Yeah, she can’t sleep like this. Hands above the blankets. Don’t scare Maddy.”
“Up yours, numbnuts.”
I pick Mila up, cradling her against my chest, and slowly make my way to her room. Everything is dark. A little light would’ve been awesome. I can hear Mickey’s voice as I pass Harper’s room, and I know Mila’s is next.
She stirs in my arms. “Liam?” Her voice is all sleepy and she snuggles closer to me.
“Yeah, I’m here.” I nudge her door open and after I’ve slipped inside, I kick it closed behind us.
I place her on the bed before lying down beside her. She snuggles back against me and presses her face to the side of my neck, and then I hear her take a deep breath.
“I’m tired.” She sounds exhausted as she presses herself closer to me.
I grab the blanket lying across the foot of her bed, the one we used last Friday, and drape it over her.
“Try to sleep again. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I don’t mean that kind of tired. Don’t you ever wonder what’s the point? Why are we born? Why do we live? Do you think you have a purpose?”
“I’ve never thought about it like that. There is you, and my family and friends. Life is full of purpose.”
She’s silent for a long while. I close my eyes for a second and I start to drift off when she sits up. She reaches over me and switches on the light next to the bed, then scoots off the bed.
Earlier, when we got here, she showered and just left her hair to dry. It’s falling in brown waves to below her shoulders. She strips off the shirt she has on while walking over to her dresser, and my mouth dries right up. With her back facing me, I watch her unclasp her bra and then slip on a cream sleeveless shirt.
My heart stutters when she shimmies out of her jeans. I roll a little forward to cover the growing problem I’m getting from the show. She bends over to grab a pair of shorts from the bottom drawer, only making my problem worse.
This girl’s going to be the death of me. I watch the material slip up her legs and wet my dry lips.
When she turns around, I don’t even pretend not to be watching her. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise.
“I thought you fell asleep,” she whispers, looking a little nervous.
“Wide awake now.” I hold my hand out to her and she doesn’t miss a beat. She bounces onto the bed and flops down beside me, her hair fanning over the pillow. “Tell me why you feel tired.”
She turns on her side and snuggles closer to me until our bodies are huddled tightly together.
“That’s a story for another day,” she whispers. I let it go, knowing she’ll tell me when she’s ready.
“Hey, can I try something?” I slide my one arm in under her, so I can hold her better.
“Okay,” she says hesitantly.
“Tell me when it gets too much. I just want to try this,” I say, while reaching back to switch the light off. I want to show her there’s nothing to be afraid of in the dark.
Her hands grip my shirt, but I push through. I bring my hand back to her arm and slide it up until I reach her face. Then I lean in so she can feel my breath on her lips.
I press my lips softly to hers in a barely-there kiss.
“I now understand why you kept to yourself, but you have so much to offer the world. You’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You have to let everybody see the Mila I’ve seen today. You’re an amazing person.”
I give her another barely-there kiss.
“I know you’re scared of the dark,” I brush my cheek against hers, just savoring the feel of her against me, “but I want to replace it. Hear my voice instead, telling you that you mean the world to me. Feel me right here with you.”
Her hands crawl up my chest and when she reaches my neck, she pulls me to her. Our mouths crash into each other, sparking a scorching heat. I let her take what she needs. This is about her, not me.
She tastes so damn sweet as her tongue brushes over mine. Instantly, I grow hard as her kiss grows more urgent.
Our tongues twist and when I nip at her bottom lip, she brings her one hand down to my chest. Our heated breathing is the only sound in the room.
She pushes me onto my back and for a second I’m confused until she follows, crawling on top of me.
Hell yes! I like where this is going.
Her leg slides over my waist and she straddles me. A surge of frustration washes through me. I want the clothes gone. I want to feel Mila - skin to skin against me.
She pushes her hips down, rubbing her core against my cock. When this happens, it will be over in a matter of seconds. I want her that badly.
A soft moan slips from her lips and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
I pull myself up against the headboard and remove my shirt while I’m at it.
“This one, too,” she whispers, tugging at the t-shirt I have on underneath. I let her pull it over my head. Delicious shivers rush over my skin as her fingers trace a hot path down my chest to my abs.
“What are you doing, Mila?” I need to know what her intentions are, just how far she wants to take this.
“Second base.” The two magic words fall hot against my jaw.
Her hips move again, rocking hard against me. We both groan and if she keeps pressing down on me like that, I’m going to detonate like a damn nuclear warhead. I grab hold of her hips with the intention of keeping her still but she has other ideas. She starts a slow and steady rhythm, up and down against me.
“Shit, Liam,” she moans, her breaths coming faster.
I pull her shirt up and over head, fast. I can’t see anything, but just knowing she’s topless is hot. My right hand finds her breast like a magnet.
Wanting to hear her moan again, I start placing kisses down her neck, working my way to her breasts. My mouth trails the curve of her breasts until I find her hard nipple. I suck it into my mouth which earns me that sweet moan.
Her hands grip hold of my hair, and she arches her back, thrusting her breasts into my face. This night couldn’t have worked out more perfect.
I need more of her. I kiss my way back up to her ear, placing a final kiss just below her earlobe.
“I want to touch you, Mila. Dammit, I want you so much.”
“Okay.”
No hesitation.
I roll her over until she’s lying on her back. I grip hold of her panties along with her shorts and drag them down her legs. It makes my insides turn to molten lava with want.
She’s fucking naked beneath me. Heaven.
I place a few kisses on her thighs, wishing I could see her right now. It’s never bothered me if I have sex with the light on or off. But, hell, I want to see her so badly. I want to drink in the sight of her.
As I crawl up her body, she brings her knees up on either side of me, giving me full access to her sweet center.
I place my hand on her hip, and it’s heavenly to feel her bare skin beneath my fingertips. Shit, I want my clothes gone, but the second I remove my pants, it will be game over.
I lie down on top of her and rub myself against her center. Dry humping has never been such a turn on for me before.
“Do that … do it again,” she breathes hard. Her nails dig into my shoulders and she pulls me down to her mouth.
I roll my hips into her again and her body shudders under mine. Her tongue starts a fast and hot assault on me. Every nerve in my body is tingling. Every inch of me is on fire for her.
I slide my hand from her hip, and when my hand cups her, we both moan. Our mouths are inches from each other. I can see her eyes shining in the dark.
“Mila, you’re so ready,” I groan.
She moves her hips up, pressing herself into my hand. She sucks in a deep breath, her movements becoming erratic with the lust building up between us.
Damn, it’s not going to take much to satisfy my girl. She wasn’t joking when she said she’s a virgin.
“I’ve never …” she tries to speak when a low moan builds up in a throat. “Oh … shit, Liam.”
Cupping her, I slip a finger inside her. She gasps sharply, her body tenses for a moment, and then a sweet tremble rocks her.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I whisper. Because, shit, the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, then she brushes her cheek against mine, pressing soft kisses along my jaw.
I move my finger deeper inside of her, rubbing slow circles over her with my palm. She’s so damn tight. It’s going to feel like heaven to be inside of her.
She slides her hands to my sides and I take it as a good sign. I pull out slowly. When I thrust in, deeper this time, her body arches into mine. She wraps her arms around my waist, clinging tightly.
“Ow.” The one soft word makes me freeze.
Can you take a girl’s virginity this way? I’ve never been with a virgin. Dammit, I should’ve asked the guys about this shit first.
“Ow, how?” What the hell am I asking her?
“Uncomfortable. Just,” she takes a deep breath, “keep going.”
“We can stop.” I start to pull away, but Mila grabs hold of my wrist. Her head falls back against the pillow.
“Don’t stop. I want this. Touch me, Liam.” She presses my hand harder against her, forcing me back inside her, and it’s so damn hot.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I move slowly, checking her reaction. When she pushes up against my hand, I relax. I start gently, sliding my finger deeper with every thrust. Her breathing starts to pick up and she tightens her grip on my wrist.
“Is that better, baby?”
“So good,” she breathes.
Her other hand finds its way along my abs, making a torturous path to my jeans. I feel her unbutton it and then the zipper goes next. She lets go of my wrist to yank my jeans away and pull my boxers back.
The second her fingertips brush the head of my erection, I almost come undone.
“Fucking hell, Mila!” I bury my face in her hair.
Every muscle in my body tightens as she grips me. This is more than I could ever ask for.
She starts her slow assault on me, working her hand up and down the length of me. The faster I thrust my fingers in and out of her, the quicker she strokes me.
“Liam, I’m gonna … this is,” she throws her head back. I know what she means. She has to stop or I’m going to cum all over her.
I bring my other arm down between us and cover her hand, holding it still against me. Her body shudders under mine and when she opens her legs wider for me, I groan and quicken my pace.
“Ah … Liam!”
She yanks her hands from my pants and covers my hand with both of hers, holding me to her as her breathing hitches. It’s the most beautiful sound ever. Her movements slow down, and her hips start to do an erotic grind against me, as she rides out her orgasm.
“Liam,” she whispers as the last of the trembles rakes through her body and I don’t care. I reach over for the light. I need to see her.
I’m just in time to see her head fall to the side, her hair splayed over the pillow all around her. Her hands are still holding mine to her. I wish I could burn this image into my heart. I wish I could take this with me.
“I’ve never,” I choke up and Mila must hear the emotion in my voice, because her eyes snap open. A faint blush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks a perfect pink, God only knows what she’s thinking now.
“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my life,” I finish what I wanted to say before I got overwhelmed with the perfect moment.