Page 50 of Pressure Point

Everything about her was perfect.

Her hand snaked up into his hair, running her fingers through it, sending another jolt through him. Her touch was electric, and he’d never experienced this kind of pleasure before. Pulling him down toward her, Avery placed her mouth on his, kissing him softly as their bodies continued to rock together. Liam knew he was getting close, but he wanted—no, needed—for her to experience one more before he got his.

Reaching in between them, he found her clit with his thumb, circling it the same way he had with his tongue earlier, while lowering his mouth to find her nipple. Avery cried out, her hips bucking against him harder.

“Oh my God…oh…yes…just…faaaaaaaa,” she screamed, her climax ripping through her. She thrashed underneath him, pulling her breast from his mouth. He made sure to keep his thumb right where it was though, continuing to stroke her through her orgasm.

A few more strokes were all Liam needed, the feel of her pussy still contracting around his dick, to send him hurtling over the same edge. Pleasure surged through him like a tidal wave as his own orgasm hit him. He let out a roar, hoping that the neighbors weren’t home, because he was sure that it was loud enough to be heard through the walls. His whole body felt like it was on fire, and the only thing that was going to soothe that were kisses from the stunning redhead beneath him.

A long moment later, when they had both finally started to catch their breath, Liam rolled off the bed, heading toward the bathroom. He disposed of the condom before grabbing a washcloth and running it under some warm water. She turned to face him as he walked back into the room and nudged her legs open.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her brows furrowed.

A wave of uncertainty hit him. Did she not want to cuddle? Or did she just think he wouldn’t want to? There was no way she could have thought that he would send her home after this, right?

Avery bit down on her lip and shrunk into herself slightly as he cleaned her up. Liam couldn’t help but smile. For all the things she’d done tonight that had turned him on, it was his Avery, the quirky, awkward one, that made his insides melt. The hopeful expression she was wearing clued him in to her thoughts. She didn’t want to leave—she just also didn’t know what to do next. And he was more than happy to lead the way.

“I figured you didn’t want to go to bed all sticky.”

“Bed?” She swallowed hard, the look on her face a combination of surprise and appreciation.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you sneak off after that, did you?” he said, dropping the used cloth on the floor and climbing back into bed. He yanked the comforter down, then pulled Avery into him. She felt warm and soft, nuzzling her nose against his chest as he tucked them in. “Because there’s nothing quite like post-orgasm snuggles. And I want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night holding you.”

“Really?” she yawned, her body settling into his.

“Really.”

Chapter Seventeen

Avery lazily stretched out, enjoying the feel of the cocoon she was in, enveloped by a soft, plush comforter. She felt as if she were floating on clouds, Liam’s musky scent soothing her as she fought her body’s wake-up call.

Liam.

Sitting straight up in bed, she realized where she was. His bed. She twisted to look at the other side of the bed, finding it empty and feeling a sense of loss that he wasn’t there. Although, part of her was also glad that she had this moment to herself. Had last night really happened?

Of course it happened. It’s not like she’d forgotten. She’d been as sober as a judge, full of want and need for Liam to do all sorts of dirty things to her. She just had no idea where that desire had come from. It had been like a completely different Avery had taken over, kissing him, touching him, sharing with him how much she liked looking at penises. Especially his penis. Thankfully he had not laughed at her for that little embarrassing admission.

In fact, he hadn’t laughed at her at all. And he’d had plenty of chances. Starting with her dance moves, not to mention her wildly unfeminine body and what she was sure were some really bad sex moves on her part. Throughout it all though, he’d been perfect. From the moment he’d shown up at her door, he’d been nothing but attentive and adoring. Her heart squeezed at the thought, her mind flashing back to the look in his eyes when he’d stripped her naked. He’d said she was beautiful. Had he meant that?

And what did all this mean? She liked Liam, but she didn’t like like him. At least she didn’t think she did. There was no denying there was a pull between them. Chemistry, as Hazel would call it. But didn’t all good friends have that on some level? They’d become close over these last couple of weeks, and everything she was feeling was just the culmination of that. She was sure of it. Just like she was sure that last night was nothing more than two friends finding a release. That she’d just been so in the moment with him, she’d let herself be a little more brazen than normal. It was all part of her finding her sexy.

Oh, I found something…let’s just hope it was as sexy to Liam as he was to me…

Glancing down at herself she found she was still naked, a blush starting to creep up her cheeks. Had she slept like this? Naked, and in Liam’s arms? She barely remembered her head hitting the pillow last night. Hell, now that she thought about it, she didn’t think her head hit the pillow. She’d curled up against Liam’s broad chest, his strong arms wrapping around her and holding her like she was the most precious thing on earth. It had been one of the most amazing things she’d ever felt.

But now she needed to get up, figure out where he was and just what she was going to say to him. She had to acknowledge what had happened, right? Or maybe not. What was protocol for this kind of thing? Her first encounter had been quick and simple—just taking care of business. He’d left shortly after that, so there was no next morning to have to figure out. He hadn’t taken care of her the way Liam had. Certainly there had to be some acknowledgement of the sex, right? One didn’t just double their list of sexual partners and not talk about it.

Come to think of it though, they hadn’t discussed last week’s adventure, so maybe not? Was that how this actually worked? They just fucked and went back to being friends?

Except she wasn’t sure that just friends was really what she wanted.

The sound of voices coming from the living room startled her, making her heart jump. Who was here? Liam lived by himself, but he’d mentioned that Gunnar and Talia were just a few floors up. Could they have stopped by? On a Sunday morning? Sunday. Avery paused, straining her ears to try and see if she could make out what the voices were saying. They were muffled, but one thing was clear—they all had an Irish accent. It was Liam’s weekly video call with his family.

Letting out a sigh, she knew she needed to get out of there, preferably while he was distracted by his family. They could talk later, once she’d had a chance to do more thinking and maybe talk to Hazel about all this. If there was anyone who could help her process it all, it was her best friend. Hopping out of bed, she found her discarded clothes from last night, slipping into them as quickly as she could, not bothering to put on the shoes. They’d make too much noise as she tried to leave for her to worry about them now. Taking one last deep breath, she opened the bedroom door and made her way out into his apartment.

“Who’s that?” a male voice asked almost as soon as she had turned the corner out of the hallway.

“You didn’t say you had a guest, Liam,” an older female voice scolded.