Too wrecked to stay on my feet anyway, I slide to the floor, knees buckling, and he pushes into my waiting mouth. The combined taste of us is a taboo treat on my tongue. I’m delirious as he thrusts his way to release, smashing the back of my head into the side of the mattress. I splay my hands on his thighs, nails biting into his skin.

Because I’m trapped, sandwiched between the mattress and the furious need driving his cock into my throat.

“Damn,” he chokes out, followed by another string of expletives that launch from his lips. A shudder seizes his muscles, thighs going tense under my hands.

Then he surrenders, his grasp on my hair a painful burn as he shoots his seed down my throat.

And I never thought I’d witness the day when Liam Castle would cry out my name.

10

Naked bodies. Satin sheets. A decadent sense of satisfaction when I open my eyes and find his gaze on me. I stretch, sliding my leg between his. “What time is it?”

“Almost lunchtime.”

I’m not surprised since we were up until the wee hours of the morning discovering each other. I now know that nibbling on his earlobe makes him hard. Running a hand down his abs to his belly button makes his breath stutter. Dragging a finger along the length of his cock makes it twitch.

Putting it in my mouth makes him lose his mind.

I made him lose his mind more than once.

He discovered things about me, too. Things I didn’t know about. Like when he traced my areola, and it tickled instead of aroused. Or how anticipation shook my bones when he trailed his tongue up my inner thigh. How soft and silky his hair was in my fingers as I clutched him between my legs.

How I pulsed on his tongue for what seemed like forever.

It was a magical night—one I wish had never ended—because the faint ticking of his watch is a constant reminder that time doesn’t slow down for anything.

Rolling me to my back, Liam presses me into the mattress. “How am I going to let you go?”

“Don’t let me go.”

“You know I don’t have a choice.”

“Will I see you…after I leave?” My finger traces a path over the curve of his shoulder.

“I’ll make sure you do.” A shadow darkens his features. “But we’ll have to keep our hands to ourselves. We definitely can’t do this.” He presses his warm lips to mine, tongue seeking entrance, and I sigh into his kiss.

How will I make it eleven months? It seems like an eternity.

Liam breaks the kiss, and I ask the question that hurts my heart the most. “What if you don’t win?” I can’t bring myself to think of the possible outcomes. All twelve of them.

How can it be anyone but him?