Page 90 of My Killer Blind Date

‘What’s funny?’ he says.

‘Your—’ I gesture to his dick. ‘I mean—’ I measure with my hands. ‘It’s just—’ I can’t keep my eyes off it.

‘C’mere, funny girl,’ he says, and lays me back on the bed, tugging my underwear down and tossing it aside.

I’m not laughing any more as he lowers himself over me, his arms braced on either side and murmurs, ‘Let me keep taking care of you, OK?’

‘OK,’ I breathe back.

His mouth gently works my breasts, sending ripples of sensation down the length of my body, all the way to my toes. Heat builds as he works his way down my stomach, then my thighs, circling in toward the center of my heat, and it’s like my mind is slowly unraveling in the best of ways – all the thoughts, feelings, obsessions, swept out to sea, replaced by an urgent, wordless need.

When his tongue reaches the wet heat at my core, I hook my legs over his shoulders, squeeze my eyes shut and fist the bedcovers, holding on for dear life as overwhelming sensations roll through me.

‘Oh my God—’ I whimper as he nibbles and licks and does God-knows-what-else with his dirty, dirty, perfect mouth and those full lips and—

Everything tightens, almost painfully. And then, like a jolt of sunlight bursting into the sky, everything releases. Pleasure crashes through me and I cry out, bucking my hips. But he doesn’t stop. A second wave overtakes the first, and then a third, consuming everything. I have no idea what sounds I’m making, only that I’m not in control of what’s happening to my body.

‘OK,’ I whimper when the feeling has run its course, and only then does he stop.

I roll on to my side, gasping. I’m pretty sure I just blacked out from pleasure, which is … new. I mean, sex at the cabin was great. Amazing. But this … I did not know it could feel this good.

Then, Liam is pulling out a condom and rolling it on. He places his hands on either side of my hips, hoisting me up so I’m perched toward him.

I can feel my body responding again already, and release a deep sigh as he enters me, pushing in slowly at first, feeling me out, his eyes never leaving mine. I tilt my hips and grip the headboard behind me as he starts to thrust, sensation building rapidly again.

‘You like it?’ he growls.

‘Yes,’ I whimper as each thrust sends sparks exploding through me. ‘More – right there – don’t stop—’

And then he’s groaning, and pleasure is slamming through my body again.

When the wave recedes, my legs are shaking. He slows his motion, his hands still gripping my hips, like he’s anchoring me in place, which is good, because otherwise I feel like I might literally break into pieces.

Finally, we fall exhausted next to each other.

‘That was so good,’ I breathe, once I’ve recovered my ability to speak.

‘Insanely good,’ he says. ‘Your body is magic.’

‘Yours isn’t bad either.’

I stare at the ceiling. If it was this much better our second time, I hardly dare imagine what we could achieve the third, fourth … His hand finds mine, our fingers threading. Slowly, my heartbeat calms. My body feels incredible – relaxed, limp. Present.

That was some of the best sex of my life. Who am I kidding – it was the best. Hands down.

I can feel the edges of my sorrow, the heaviness from earlier, but it’s in my peripherals, like a monster that got chased away … for now.

Everything feels both close to the surface and somehow softer. Raw, but gentle. If this was grief sex, I’m going to need more of that.

‘I’ll have it known that I did not invite you in for this reason,’ I say. ‘I know I wasn’t exactly at my most, um … attractive.’

Liam turns his head to me. ‘You were just being yourself.’

‘I’m a little surprised you still wanted it.’

‘You were being real. Real is hot.’

I sigh, sinking back into the calmed state of my body.