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I moan shifting closer to him desperate to feel him again.

He leans forward but pauses taunting me with his breath against my aching middle. I groan in frustration losing the patience I don't have. If I wasn't sitting down my legs would have collapsed from under me as I swoon in ecstasy.

If he doesn't make a move now I'm going to scream and shove his face there myself, I think to myself staring down at Liam through a partly open eye.

"So impatient" he whispers in a husk voice, his breath fanning me.

I nod in agreement, "Is that necessarily a bad thing?" I say breathless.

"I'm not complaining," he chuckles.

I feel myself frowning as I snap at him, "Well then hurry up"

He does just that. His fingers trailing up my thigh hitching the shirt up.

My eyes drifted close awaiting the pleasure to come when all of the sudden an image of Liam with puffy eyes and the flash of pain his eyes held drifted into my head and chills broke down my spine. The image slams into me, making me flinc