Eva hesitated. But then she stepped in, allowing herself to be herded into the bed. Liam pushed the cover down and tapped the mattress. “Come.”
She timidly sat while gawking at his room. Liam liked a minimalist style in his bedroom. He only kept a bed with two nightstands, with the walls painted chocolate brown, beige drapery with the whole scheme in an array of mono tones, easy to the eyes and promoting sleep. A white flower plant perched on Liam’s side of the nightstand, providing a contrasting yet relaxing coloration. Liam slipped under the covers. He wore a white undershirt and short boxers. He liked the feeling of bare feet against the freshly cleaned sheet. But tonight he wasn’t just smelling freshly laundered bedding. There was another scent present in the room.
The scent of a woman.
She didn’t wear perfume or anything. But Liam could smell her fresh soap and the very scent of her. Feminine. Eva smelled so damn good.
Eva climbed into bed tentatively and settled in under the comforter. Liam leaned on his side and stroked her hair lovingly. “Well?”
She giggled. “It feels weird.”
“Weird?”
“I don’t know. I feel like we just met. Like we’re strangers. But somehow it kinda feels right. It’s like I’ve known you before, a long, long time ago. It’s just so right. Funny, don’t you think?”
This was how a bonded should feel. They hadn’t even been intimate yet they felt a deeper connection. After his failed marriage, Liam suspected the dragon bonded was just a myth. But now… He’d take it all back. Being with her was wonderful. It was like finding his other half that had been missing all his life.
“I don’t think it’s funny,” he told her, scooting closer and draping an arm across her. “Maybe we are meant to be.”
“That sounds so cliché.”
“You think? How do you know that’s cliché? You have amnesia.”
“I don’t know, I just know.”
“We’re cliché? Or us being cliché?”
“I know what cliché means.”
“Hmm. Come closer. I want to feel your body against mine.”
Eva obeyed. “This is nice,” she said after a few minutes.
“I know.”
A comfortable silence stretched between them.
“Liam?”
“Yes, love?”
“Why do we want to wait? Is there something wrong with me?”
“Because of your condition.”
“My amnesia?”
“Yes.”
“Is that a problem with you?”
He caressed her lips with his thumb. Her lips were full and sensuous. Made to be kissed. “No. Yeah. Not that much. We want to wait until you remember who you are.”
“Why?”
“Because I would feel like a jerk when one day you remember everything and you had someone special in your life before you met me.”
“I don’t think I have.”
“How can you be sure?”
“A hunch?”
“Mm.”
“Liam?”
“Yes, babe?”
“Would you…hug me?”
“Babe…” Liam drew her into his arms. She nestled in. Her body was perfect, as if she was made just for him. She hid her face in his chest. Warmth spread from her. It was…heavenly, having her like this. So close. Intimate. Comforting. Nothing else mattered at the moment. Slowly, he felt himself hardening. She noticed it too.
“Liam…” She slipped a hand on his boxers, groping his erection.
God. Naughty girl…
“Eva,” he croaked.
“I know you want me.”
“I do…”
“So?”
How could he explain to her that he had lied to her… about almost everything? Their faked marriage. Her past? It wouldn’t feel right if he bedded her after all the lies he’d shoved down her throat. Except when he told her he loved her. He had meant that. And he still did. He’d fallen in love with her the moment he cared her back to life. “We’d better wait.”
Eva sighed in disappointment.
Liam took her hand and bestowed a kiss on it. He found her lips and kissed her passionately. She returned it with the same heat. So full of hunger. The heat turned into full-blown lust. Liam broke the kiss. “Lean on your side,” he ordered.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
She did what he asked. Liam scooped himself behind her; he snaked a hand underneath her nightgown and up to the juncture of her thighs. She stiffened.
“Liam…”
“Shh.”
Eva lay on her back and kissed him on the mouth. He slipped his hand beneath her panties and petted her pussy. He parted her curls and found her clitoris. She sighed happily. Liam captured her nub with his thumb and forefinger. He tugged and twisted it in such a way that she bucked with the rhythm. She tore from her kiss.
“Liam…”
“Do you like it?”
She smiled shyly and nodded.
“Good.”
Liam inserted a finger inside her. She was very wet. He could smell her femininity even through the panties and the nightgown she was wearing. It hit him like a potent aphrodisiac. His cock became impossibly harder. It took all of his will power not to pull her underneath him and claim her on the spot.
In due time, he thought. When she gets better.
But at the moment, there was nothing wrong in pleasuring her.
Eva ground her sex against his palm. Pure heat seared his hand. He slipped another finger into her depths. The slick curves of her pussy were saturated with her own luxurious oil, bathing his fingers. Liam stroked deeper and curled his finger so he hit that coveted special spot. It wasn’t hard to find hers. The moment he rubbed it, her body tensed and went rigid. Three, four, and five strokes, then she shuddered exquisitely. She came hard.
“Liam!”
“Shh, love. Come for me.”
Eva seized his shoulder and hid her face in the hollow of his throat. Her pussy gripped his fingers. He kept stroking her as she rode the ecstasy. Her cries subsided as her climax faded away. He withdrew his fingers. Her scent permeated the air and he couldn’t resist tasting her luxurious juices. “Yum,” he told her.
Eva blinked and smothered him with greedy, starving kisses. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“For you, love, I’ll do anything.”
* * *
Liam had gone when she woke up in the morning. A note was left on his side of the bed.
Hey, beautiful. Gone to do some errands. Will be back before lunch.