Begin Again novel Chapter 90

Eden didn't make it far at all when she heard Liam's rapid footsteps behind her, and in a heartbeat, he had her caged in his arms in a possessive embrace, and he crushed her mouth with his in a fiery, angry kiss.

She matched his hunger and anger and excitement, and it wasn't long before they were entangled on the couch, totally intoxicated and enraptured with each other.

"This is how good we'll be, Princess!" Liam kissed her neck, his hands running all over her body and down lower to her inner thigh, tracing a sensual line along her panty line.

"Tell me you don't want me—" He teased her, running his thumb sumptuously on her through her underwear, his voice low and intense, his eyes heavy with the same yearning Eden was pretty sure clouded hers.

"— And I'll let you go." He added as he leaned over and kissed her hard, igniting a swirling heat deep in her core.

"I—Umm—" Eden tried to protest, but good Lord, his tongue in her mouth and his roguish hands on her doing things to her no man had ever done, erased all the lies and denials her mind was trying to come up with.

"Say it," Liam taunted her, pushing the flimsy, lacy piece aside and thrust his finger inside her slowly as he gently probed and stroked her, sending tiny tremors of delirious desire shooting through her body.

Burning with need, anticipating what's to come, Eden couldn't help but be glad she had had the foresight to shave the night before.

His finger on her smooth, bare skin was torture; she moved on his palm, mewling softly the deeper he pushed in.

"Say it," Liam ordered, her eyes flying open when he withdrew from her completely.

"Liam," she moaned his name, pressing closer. She wanted him alright, and at that moment, drunk with desire, high on his kisses, his hands scorching her skin with the merest of touches and his mouth, seducing her into submission, Eden knew the time for refusals and denials was long over.

"I want you," she sobbed breathlessly as she parted her legs, giving him more room, and it wasn't long before Liam's face was buried in her thighs, her hands gliding frantically through his hair as he pleased, teased and caressed her with his deliciously wicked tongue and skilful hands.

"Liam," Eden whimpered, at last, biting her lower lip as she closed her eyes tightly when a violent wave of pleasure slammed her body with an intensity that stunned her breathless.

"Let go. I've got you." Liam coaxed her when she tensed up, trying to fight against her climax.

"I've got you," he said again, holding her steady while she fell apart and her world unravelled. "Let go!"

Her wild cries, echoing on the walls, grew louder, reaching a crescendo as she clutched the leather on the couch and writhed and quivered all over his face.

It took her a long time to stop shaking and her heart rate to return to normal, and even longer for her tears to stop falling, not entirely surprising since this was her first orgasm in two years and with the only man who knew her so intimately.

As Eden lay on Liam's insanely expensive couch, staring at the intricate pattern on the high ceiling, her breathing laboured, she finally acknowledged one of life's biggest mysteries. Muscle memory was a thing, and her body remembered Liam and burned only for him. The past fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, were all the proof she'd ever need. It was as if he was always a part of her and she a part of him, and the two years away from each other had never happened.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked as he moved back up and kissed her forehead.

Eden nodded but averted her eyes from him. She was a lot of things, but okay wasn't one of them.

She was happy and blissfully content. But she was also raw and vulnerable, and her emotions were all over the place.

As much as she loved him—a truth she could no longer deny—she also hated herself a little for giving in to him and hated him just as much for knowing her body so well. In her moment of weakness, she'd allowed herself to let go, and in the process, had opened her heart a little more to him. But nothing had changed; they were still where they were an hour ago, at a stalemate.

"What's wrong?" Liam asked, breaking through her thoughts as he pulled her closer and rested her head on his chest.

"Nothing."

"It can't be nothing when you can't even look at me." Liam kissed her temple and ran his hand on her back in soothing circles.

"I'm embarrassed," she blurted out and tried to hide her face from him.

"Don't do that," he said as he gently pulled her face up and held it in his hands before he kissed her slowly. "Why are you embarrassed?"

"Because I haven't hadn't an orgasm in two years, and well, you're my boss, and tomorrow is work," she explained quickly, gesturing wildly with her hands. "Oh dear, how do I even look at you in Matthew's meetings without thinking about what we just did—"

"Back up, rewind," Liam quickly grabbed her flailing hands and kissed her palms. "What do you mean your first orgasm in two years? You mean—?"

"God!" Eden groaned and pushed him away, convinced she was as red as his hair. "You want me to spell it out, don't you?"

"Well," he said, a huge grin splitting his face. "We both know the reason for my forced abstinence. It's only fair you share yours. Fair trade, don't you think?"

"I am not talking about this with you!" She shook her head and jumped to her feet. "And this was a mistake, Mr Anderson. It will never happen again."