Meant To Be (Heaven Hill Series) (30 page)

It took him a while, but when he finally got back to his dorm, he opened the door only to find Denise nowhere in sight. He didn’t think she had left, there was still a presence in the room.

“Denise?” he called out.

“In here,” he heard her from the bathroom.

As he got to the bathroom, he heard the shower running. Sick of waiting, he began disrobing. He’d be damned if he would let anyone interrupt them this time. Thinking better of it, he turned around and flipped the lock on the bedroom door before all but running for the bathroom.

He stepped in the shower behind Denise and circled his arms around her body.

“I was beginning to think you forgot about me,” she grumbled good-naturedly before turning under the spray so that they could face one another.

“I’d never forget about this,” he whispered as he leaned in to nip at her lips with his.

The look on his face was so serious it gave her goose bumps. There was no hint of joking around or taking any of this lightly. Not that there would be any of that this deep in the game, but she still had trouble believing that this was real even after the events from earlier. Their relationship was in the infant stages, and she was learning so much about him. It was hard to recognize the facets of the man in front of her. He was happy-go-lucky at times, chill and laid back at others, but sometimes he was so serious that it scared her. Needing to feel close to him, she shoved her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth down to hers. His hands came around her backside and cupped her ass, using his leverage to pick her up. On instinct, she wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as she came into contact with the evidence of his arousal.

“You love going all caveman on me, don’t you?”

His blue eyes glowed, and the corner of his mouth tilted in amusement. “You love it when I go all caveman, don’t act like you don’t.”

She shivered as he pressed her against the cold tile of the shower, bringing their bodies closer together. “That I do,” she moaned as he leaned her back slightly. Just before her breasts, he stopped and lifted his head, his eyes pinning her with a hard gaze. The beard on his face gave him a dangerous edge and his forehead creased as he bent his head and used his teeth to tease her nipple. She opened her mouth at the sharp prick of pain before he used the flat of his tongue to soothe the ache.

The sound of water beating down on them roared in her ears as she held on tightly to his shoulders, giving him free reign as he held her upper back in his strong hands. It allowed her to lean even further backward, giving her a feeling of being weightless. Out of the blue, the water went cold, causing her to shriek, bringing her out of the haze of pleasure he’d weaved around them.

“You’re gonna love this,” he promised.

Already their body heat was turning the water warmer, and she had to admit the bite of the cold was arousing. It caused her already hard nipples to stiffen further as the coolness trailed down her body. She couldn’t help but writhe against him, trying to coax him inside the warmth of her core.

“What about shrinkage?” she challenged, her eyes teasing.

“I don’t think we’ll have a problem with that,” he growled, plunging into her body. He pulled her as close as they could be, trailing open mouth kisses down the column of her throat, making noises as she squeezed around him.

She groaned as the cold water invaded the heat of her body. It was exciting, the difference in temperatures. Much more arousing than she had ever imagined. Her fingers flexed on his biceps as she pushed them apart. Immediately his mouth covered the tip of her nipple and his cheeks hollowed when he sucked sharply. Again the feeling of his warm mouth around the icy coldness of her skin caused her breath to hitch. Never before had she done anything like this, and the unknown was almost as arousing as the feelings he made course through her body.

Tightening her legs around his waist, she spurred him on, wanting to feel the fullness that only he could give her.

“You like that?” he asked as he shoved roughly inside of her.

She nodded, bringing her lip up between her teeth.

“I can’t hear you baby, you gotta tell me.” He pulled out, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her, teasing as he waited for her to tell him what he wanted to hear.

“I like it,” she whispered.

“You like what?”

Damn him. He wasn’t making this easy for her. It wasn’t like her to tell him exactly what she wanted, exactly what she liked. Hell, she was still learning what she liked if she were honest with herself.

“I like everything that you do to me. I like feeling your cock deep inside me,” she whispered, heat coming to her face.

“Yeah?” he asked, griping her hips tighter in his hands.

“Oh yeah,” she answered back.

The flat of his hand took her by surprise as he smacked it against the flesh of her ass, causing her to let out a garbled moan. He loved that sound she made it when she got some sort of unexpected pleasure. It made him harder, just thinking about the fact that he was the man to give her that pleasure, to wrench that noise from her throat.

“C’mon baby,” he urged her on. Bracing her body tighter against the wet wall of the shower, he moved one of his hands down to her core and rubbed his finger along the hard nub of her clit. “Fall apart for me,” he coaxed her, not sure how much longer he would be able to keep up the punishing pace he had set.

Denise bucked her hips against his finger and the hardness of his cock slicing her in half. He could feel her tightening, and he fought valiantly to hold off his own explosion. The effort caused him to tighten his abs, his ass, and his arms. She opened her eyes, seeing his teeth clenched.

It was that display of maleness that sent her over the edge. The thought of him trying to hold himself together so tightly for
her
pleasure. It set off every feminine trigger in her body.

“Oh God,” she cried, tears springing to her eyes at the emotions that erupted within her.

Liam buried his head in her neck and bit down sharply, sucking as he spilled himself inside her. Lethargy immediately swamped his body, and he fought to lift his head. The steam from the shower swirled around them causing him to close and open his eyes swiftly, trying to focus.

“You wore me out,” he accused, not moving his head from her shoulder.

“No, I’m pretty sure you wore me out,” she laughed, gingerly removing her legs from around his waist.

He cautiously sat her down, waiting to see if her legs would support her after being in that position for so long. When they buckled, his large hands grasped her hips and held her still for a few moments. As he kept her body close to his, he reached over and turned the warmth of the shower back on as they concentrated on regulating their breathing. She stomped her feet a few times against the floor, hoping to get feeling back into her legs.

“You are a force to be reckoned with,” she giggled.

His smile was purely masculine. She did things to him that no other woman ever had. Made him feel like such a man, like he could lift a car with his bare hands or break a steel plated door. The feeling wasn’t one he ever wanted to go away. His eyes traveled over her body, admiring the way the water slid over every nook and cranny, getting himself all worked up again. As he lifted his gaze to her neck, he cursed softly.

“What?” she asked, bringing her hand up to the spot where her neck and shoulder met. The place where his eyes were now looking so intently.

“How do you feel about being the mother of thirteen-year-old twins and having a hickey?”

Her eyes bugged, and her mouth dropped open. “You gave me a hickey? I’ve never in my life had a hickey,” he could hear the panic in her voice.

“Well, you do now,” he told her, trying to hide the smile that spread across his face.

“I’m not sure how I feel about this. A hickey after my teenage years. I need to see how trashy it looks.”

As he got them out of the shower, he couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt. “That’s my mark of ownership.”

“I think everybody got that
before
you gave me the hickey,” she joked.

He walked them over to the sink and stood behind her as they looked in the mirror. He used his hand to tilt her head to the side, admiring his handy work. “That’s fuckin’ hot.”

“Men,” she blushed. “I will never understand.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

L
auren watched her son as he came out of his dorm room the next morning, his hand firmly clasping Denise’s. The tension and wariness that had been tightly wound into his body the night before was no longer there. The large hickey that was present on the woman’s neck was proof of just how he had relaxed. Truth be told she couldn’t remember the last time he had walked around without tension in his shoulders and his eyes shifting this way and that. It saddened her that she’d never seen her son like this before.

“What do you say we grab some breakfast and go sit outside?” he asked as he ambled up to her. He seemed at peace with himself, much more comfortable in his body than she could ever remember him being.

She looked into his eyes, trying to gauge whether he really wanted to give her a second chance at being his mother. Her heart couldn’t take it if he wasn’t truly interested in this. What she saw there made her hopeful. It looked as if he wanted this as much as she did. “That’s fine with me. Is your lady coming with us?”

The look he bestowed on Denise was one of pure adoration and love. To be honest, it made Lauren jealous. Even early on in her marriage to William, he had
never
looked at her like that. Liam pulled her hand to his lips and kissed the palm. “If she wants, and if you don’t care.”

“I don’t. I would love it if you would come with us.” Lauren was eager for anything that would allow her a few precious moments with the son she didn’t know. Anything that would move their relationship forward.

Denise smiled prettily, “Then I would love to.”

The trio walked into the kitchen and caught a glimpse of Tyler sitting at the table, a coffee cup in front of him. If she wasn’t mistaken, that coffee cup looked like an amazingly real replica of a skull. His face was serious like it always was, and Denise could see lines of fatigue around his eyes and mouth.

“How’s Meredith?” she asked, gasping as he lifted the cup up to his mouth and took a sip. It was, in fact, what she assumed it was. A small skull, but a skull nonetheless.

He shuddered as the caffeine coursed through his body. He hoped like hell this would wake him up because he had spent most of the previous night sitting in watch over Meredith. “Rough night and what’s wrong with you?”

“Is that a skull?” she asked, her brows knitting together. “It looks disturbingly real. Is it?”

He smiled. She’d never seen the man smile before and it completely changed his face. It made her want to do anything he asked. It was very disconcerting, and she almost chuckled as Liam came up behind her and put an arm around her shoulder. For the first time it was obvious that Tyler was the ‘make your panties drop’ man of the group. Funny, she hadn’t pegged him as that man before.

“People assume that because I’m Native American it is, but no one really knows for sure,” his eyes twinkled with mischief.