"Are you sure?" Liam asked.
He didn't have to. He could see it in her eyes and how her body is reacting to his touches. But this was the last warning he gave. Because he had been holding back for a long time, he feared that he might get rough with her.
Rory answered him with a kiss.
Liam picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Her hair was dripping wet, and he didn't want her to catch a cold. So, he grabbed her nightwear on the bed and wrapped her hair in it. Those cotton shirts are very absorbent.
"I love you," he said climbing on top of her. "I love you so much," his voice cracked, and he pressed his lips on her forehead.
"I know..." Rory patted his back.
The feeling of his bare skin on her hand... divine...!
She wrapped his arms around his shoulder so she could feel more of his skin on her. She moaned as his warm skin rubbed on her sensitive spots.
"Take me," she said.
