Esme’s POV
I literally could not see anything, but Liam’s arms around me were the only thing keeping the fear at bay.
My body was still pressed so closely against his on the couch. And every tremble of his body sent fresh heat pooling between my thighs.
“Liam…” I whispered, my lips brushing his neck. “I’m still so cold, but… I’m burning up inside.”
He groaned softly, his hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. “Esme, we shouldn’t. We’re cousins. But f**k… I can feel how wet you are through your leggings.”
I shifted in his lap, grinding slowly against the hard bulge in his pants. “I don’t care anymore. I need you. Touch me, Liam. Pleaseee. Make me forget how scared I am.”
His hand slipped under my sweater, his cold fingers tracing up my spine, making me shiver for an entirely diff
