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free hand up my nylon covered thigh and moved over to cup my mound.
    “Li,” I said in a voice that sounded strangely like a moan.
    “I’ve missed the hell out of you, CeCe.”
    “Don’t call me that.”
    This asshole had the nerve to chuckle. A serious curse out was on the tip of my tongue, but before I could get the first word out, he covered my lips with his own. The softness of his lips was a contradiction to the hardness of his kiss. Liam didn’t waste time feeling out the kiss. He pressed his lips to mine, demanded entrance and then used his tongue to explore my mouth. As soon as our tongues touched, the sensations went straight to my core, and caused my already damp panties to become even wetter. The logical part of me told me to push him away and move from his embrace, but when his hand moved underneath my shirt, pushed my sports bra aside, and tweaked my hard nipples, I could no longer think straight.
    Slowly, Liam loosened his grip on my wrists, but continued to press my body into the wall with his body weight. I aimed to wrap my arms around his neck to get even closer, but he pulled back before I could. Impatiently, he pulled my shirt over my head along with my bra, and tossed both to the floor. When he lowered his head and swirled his tongue around one erect nipple, the groan that escaped my mouth was the only sound that could be heard in the room. I pushed my chest towards his hungry mouth, encouraging him to suck harder. He happily obliged. He released my left nipple with a loud “pop” and moved to the right one.
    “Liam, I need to touch you,” I practically begged, needing to feel his skin against mine. Any pretense of not wanting to be this close to him flew out the window.
    He lifted his face from my breasts. “Then touch me,” he directed, right before he pressed his lips to mine again.
    With my hands free, I began unbuttoning his shirt, and slid it and his Armani suit jacket down his strong biceps. I felt goosebumps rise along his arms as my fingers moved over them. I attempted to lean back to stare at his bared chest, but Liam swooped down and hoisted me up by the legs, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. He strolled over to the bed and seconds later, I felt the plush sheets kissing my back as he came down on top of me. He leaned back on his knees in between my legs and stared down at me. My eyes fell from his face down to his large chest. I smiled, seeing the Texas flag tattoo. I reached up to trace the flag with my finger, remembering going with him to the tattoo parlor on his twenty-first birthday to get it done. My gaze moved lower and I saw the four-inch scar that began from the left side of his upper abdomen and nearly reached his belly button. I ran my finger along the ragged, raised edges of the scar, also remembering the fateful day this happened. I closed my eyes, remembering exactly how intertwined our histories were. His body literally told the story of us.
    “Look at me,” he commanded, hovering over me.
    Slowly, I opened my eyes to stare into his which darkened with passion so much so they almost looked black.
    “I never left. You were always right here,” he said at the same time he lifted my hand to cover his heart. “If you don’t believe anything else, believe that.” He held my hand to his heart, leaned down, and kissed me again.
    I moaned into his mouth as his thickening erection pressed into my center. I didn’t know what to believe at that moment, but I knew I wanted to feel more of him. Even if it was just for the time being. Liam must have felt the same too, because he released my mouth, pulled back and began pulling my running leggings and thong down. He moved quickly, removing my sneakers and the rest of my clothing, discarding them somewhere on the floor. When he lowered his head, it was then I remembered I’d just come back from a sweaty run. I pressed my hand to his shoulder to stop him.
    “Liam, I just got finished running. Maybe we should do