Chapter 43 Life-line
Liam Carter
Ava didn’t even get the chance to fully step into the kitchen before my hands were on her waist, yanking her into me, my mouth slamming down onto hers in a kiss so deep, so fucking desperate, I swear I felt it in my bones.
She gasped, but she didn’t hesitate.
Her fingers were in my hair immediately, pulling me closer, like she needed this as badly as I did. Like she’d been just as fucking starved for it.
And fuck, I was starved for her.
The entire damn night had been a goddamn whirlwind. The high of the game, the win, the way my name had been chanted through the stadium as my teammates lifted me onto their shoulders. But none of it, not the victory, not the roaring crowd, not even the weight of finally being back was compared to the way I felt when I spotted her in the stands.
I had searched for her the second the game ended, my pulse pounding in my ears, my body wired from adrenaline. But then she had turned away, slipping through the crowd, walking away from me just when I needed her most.
And now…now, she wasn’t running.
Now, she was here.
And I was going to make damn sure she never even thought about leaving again.
With one swift move, I lifted her off the ground. She gasped, her arms wrapping around my neck instinctively, her legs locking around my waist, and I barely made it to the kitchen counter before setting her down.
No, not setting her down. Slamming her down.
The sharp inhale she took was swallowed by my mouth as I kissed her again, deeper, harder, my hands running up her thighs, my fingers digging into soft, warm wet flesh as I pushed her skirt higher.
"Tell me you fucking missed this," I growled against her lips, my voice raw, my restraint hanging by a goddamn thread.
Her breath hitched, but I caught the way her thighs clenched around me. The way her nails scraped against my scalp.
"I…" She swallowed, her lips red and swollen, her pupils blown wide. "I missed you."
My entire body tensed.
I pulled back slightly, searching her eyes, needing to know if she meant it. Needing to know if she really understood what she was saying.
Because this wasn’t just about sex.
This was us.
And I needed to know she fucking felt it too, and most of all, I needed to know she fucking loved it too.
Her hands slid down my chest, slow, deliberate, her fingers curling around the hem of my hoodie.
"Liam," she whispered, breathless, needy. "Liam, please," she whispered again, more breathless than the, needier and fuxk, so beautiful
That was all it took.
The last bit of control I had snapped carelessly, and I grabbed the back of her neck, tilting her head back, owning her mouth with mine. My other hand slid up her thigh, slipping under her skirt, fingers trailing higher, higher…
Fucking hell.
"Jesus, Ava," I groaned against her lips, realizing just how little she was wearing. "Look at you, Ava," I groaned against her lips again, ravishing in the little she had on and how breath taking it made her look.
"I…" Her breath shuddered.
But she didn’t get to finish.
Because my fingers were already there, pushing past the lace, feeling just how soaking fucking wet she was for me.
"Fuck." My forehead dropped against hers, my fingers teasing, spreading the slickness between her thighs, my own cock throbbing painfully against my jeans.
"This for me?"
She bit her lip, her face flushing, but she still nodded.
I could’ve fucking lost it right then.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," I muttered, watching the way she came undone, the way her body reacted to my every touch, my every kiss, like she was made for me.
Her head fell back as I pushed a finger inside her, her body arching, her moan ripping through the kitchen like a goddamn symphony.
"Liam, oh my god." she moaned, yelled, held onto me like i was her life line
I smirked, adding another finger, my other hand sliding up to grip her waist, keeping her in place as I worked her over, my thumb rubbing slow, tight circles over her clit.
"That’s right, baby," I murmured, my mouth trailing down her neck, sucking, biting, marking her in places only I would ever see. "Say my fucking name."
Her hands fisted in my hair, her thighs trembling, her breaths coming faster, sharper. "I…I can’t…"
I growled, curling my fingers inside her, hitting that spot that made her cry out.
"You can." My tongue flicked against her pulse point. "And you will."
Her entire body went taut, her legs clenching around me, her nails sinking into my shoulders.
And then…she broke.
Her release ripped through her, her moan high and breathless as she came apart beneath my hands. I watched her the entire time, taking in every single fucking second, because this? This was mine.
And I was never letting her go.
When she finally sagged against me, her body limp, her breath shuddering, I kissed her, slow and deep, letting her come down, letting her feel me, letting her know this wasn’t over.
Not even close.
"You’re not running anymore," I murmured against her lips.
She swallowed, her lashes fluttering as she opened her eyes, still hazy, still dazed.
And then, she smiled. A slow, real smile.
God, I’ve missed that
"No," she whispered. "I’m not."
I exhaled sharply, my hands tightening on her waist, my body still thrumming, still needing more.
And then I smirked.
"Good," I said, lifting her back into my arms. "Because I’m not fucking done with you yet."
She gasped, gripping onto me as I carried her straight toward the bathroom.
"Jesus, Liam," she muttered, laughing breathlessly.
"Better start praying now, baby," I murmured, smirking against her temple. "Because you won’t be able to when I’m done with you."