I still hadn’t been to his place yet, but I didn’t want to push. Especially not now. That would happen when it happened.

He steered us out of the parking area and took the shortest route to Grace’s place. When we arrived, he pulled over, and we both leaped out, abandoning our gear. We could come back for it later. At the cottage doorstep, I found the key in my purse to let us in and deactivated the alarm. Liam closed the door behind us and pushed me up against it. I moaned as his mouth met mine.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he groaned, pressing closer.

I shivered, partly from desire and partly because I was starting to cool down after our swim and dash.

“Shower.” He pulled away and steered me into the bathroom.

I turned the shower on and stripped out of my remaining clothes, baring myself fully to Liam. His hungry gaze ate me up. Forget any sensual photoshoots I’d done, this was the sexiest I’d ever felt, with the love of my life’s eyes on me like a caress.

Since he didn’t seem to be moving, I stalked over and grabbed the waistband of his board shorts. With my eyes locked on his, I snapped the button open and let them fall to the floor. Beneath the board shorts, a pair of briefs barely contained his erection. I peeled them down and lowered my gaze. A drop of precum beaded at the head of his cock, and I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped.

“Whoa.” A shudder rippled through him, and he gently pushed me away. “Enough of that or this will be over in two seconds.”

I kissed him softly and let go. He was right. There was no need to rush.

I opened the glass shower cubicle and stepped inside, holding the door open for him to join me. I wet my hair and turned to grab the shampoo, but Liam already had it. He gestured for me to turn my back to him, and when I did, he lathered shampoo in my hair, raking his fingertips over my scalp. I leaned into his ministrations, loving his touch and the pure bliss of a head massage. When he stopped, I rinsed and applied the conditioner myself.

Everything clean and shiny, he backed me against the tiled portion of the wall and dipped his head to kiss the side of my neck. Kiss. Kiss. Then he latched his mouth onto my pulse point and sucked. I arched away from the wall, heat blazing to my core at the knowledge that he was marking me. He brushed another gentle kiss over the spot, soothing it with his mouth, then trailed kisses up the side of my neck and across my cheek.