My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

If an oath was to be broken, then let it be this one. Liam wasn't sure he'd survive keeping it, now that he knew that his feelings were reciprocated, that his desire was not one-sided. While he was still keeping his distance, it had been easy to imagine what taking things slow might look like - casual touches and stolen kisses, all culminating in some eventual, slow burning release.

But now, as Maea shifted into his lap and gasped against his lips, this, here, now was all he could imagine, and he felt a fool for having promised otherwise.

Or he would, if he was thinking about anything other than the woman in his arms, threading her fingers through his golden curls and running her hand over the hard planes of his chest. Liam ran one hand up her leg, gripping her thigh as he slanted his mouth over hers, taking her parted lips as invitation to slide his tongue along her lower lip, wanting more, needing more -

But first, he had to make sure -

"Maea -" he murmured, half plea and half prayer. His lips ghosted across her jaw, trailing feather-light kisses down her neck. "Will you think less of me if I say I don't want to stop?" His voice was a low rumble against her pulse, but then he pulled back just enough to search her face - wanting very much to see as well as hear that this was okay, that he wasn't ruining them before they even started.

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam