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in his hands then I was hauled up and stripped of the remaining clothing, which was acting like an unwanted and unnecessary barrier.
    Naked, with the exception of my bra, h e laid me back down, nuzzled my neck and streamed loud, wet, sweet sensuous kisses down the curve to meet my shoulder. “I was thinking,” he began then paused for a second while his tongue slithered across my collarbone. “We could go to the movies tonight and see a movie of your choosing.”
    My body responded immediately with my head rolling to the right, offering greater access to devour the area. My eyes widened, and my words caught, “Me? You’re going to let me pick?”
    “This is my way of apologizing .” His words were ice water on my libido. Apologize? There was no need. I understood. I accepted it. Why was he rehashing it?
    “There’s no need, Liam. I understand. Please, let’s not talk about it.”
    His h ips rolled sending my back into an arch and tipping my head back. “Okay. I thought we could get something nice after the movie, come back home and have a nice meal.”
    “Meal?” God only knew what time that would be. There was no way was I going to be cooking that late at night! “Liam, by the time I cook and clean, it will be far too late.”
    My neck felt cold and bare as he drew himself away, his forearms resting on either side of my head. Fingers grazed through my hair and I gazed up, watching as ravenous eyes glimmered shrewdly and the corners of his lips tipped. “Whose saying I meant cook, and eat off a plate?”
    Huh? My brow furrowed and eyes narrowed.
    “It’s lucky neither of us has aversions to dairy because I was thinking, whipped cream…” I thought my eyes were going to pop out of their sockets; my body suddenly shuddered as my mind was tantalized by one single thought. Down my body he slipped, his lips maneuvered over my throat and the swelling of my breasts which were rising and falling rapidly. A groan vibrated through my chest as my breast spilled out from the cup of my bra as he tugged it downward. “Maybe a little raspberry nipple sauce?” he flicked my nipple with the tip of his tongue, the cool air pasted onto the peaking flesh before he took it into the wet heat of his mouth. “I meant, raspberry ripple,” he clarified after a small nip of his teeth.
    “Of course you did,” I gasped, my pelvis pushing upward as finally, sweet friction was made along the substantial, growing bulge in his pants.
    Each perfectly placed kiss which was spread over my body had my squirming and trembling in sweet anticipation. The sound of his voice as he spoke low, husky and in innuendos, alongside his teasing ways of informing me what I was in for, had my thighs glazed with desire.
    “But first,” I studied him as his head got further away and sank between my parted thighs. Before he had me lying back, panting, wanton and splayed, my legs were hooked over his shoulders, while my core was held with his scissoring fingers. I could feel the throb taking my body over like a lustful demon trying to break free. “I fancy eating a little pussy.”
    His tongue took one l ong sweep up my exposed center before orbiting and sucking gently. Head tossed back, my hands clawed into the bedding, my groan of pleasurable approval vibrated from my throat.
    As I was lost to Liam and his expert tongue, t he events of the day were incinerated, never to be remembered again.
     

Chapter Seven
    December 2011 .
    Eighteen months before the accident…
    Where does time go?
    I remember when I was a child; a year passing would feel like an eternity. The interval between each Christmas would feel like twelve long years, instead of twelve short months. It’s bizarre how as you get older, you become more aware of how quick time actually passes. It goes by in a blink of an eye. Is it because life as an adult is significantly more boring than that in childhood, and the days all seem to meld into one long journey, which makes it feel so? I