Chapter 692 Should We?

Liam looked at Irina as she finally sat down. She lay on her back on the wide branch and stared up at the sky. Soft clouds drifted slowly overhead. For a short moment the forest felt quiet and peaceful.

That peace did not last.

Her view darkened as Liam moved over her. He lowered himself until his chest hovered above hers and his face blocked the sky. Irina opened her mouth to speak, but before a single word left her lips he leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss was deep from the very first second.

Her eyes widened. She had not expected him to be this direct. His lips pressed firmly against hers, warm and sure. The faint taste of him filled her mouth as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss even more. Their tongues met slowly at first, then with growing hunger. Soft wet sounds rose between them while the cool forest air brushed across their skin.

Irina’s hand slid up into his hair. She pulled him closer, fingers curling tightly against his scalp. The heat of his body pressed down on her. She could smell the clean scent of his skin mixed with the faint earthy smell of the forest that clung to his clothes. It made her head feel light.

After a long moment she pulled him up just enough so she could sit. She dragged herself into his arms until she was almost sitting on his lap. Their mouths found each other again immediately. This time the kiss was slower but heavier. Liam’s tongue moved against hers with clear intent, tasting her fully. Irina answered by pressing her chest against his and letting out a soft breath into his mouth.

His lips left hers and trailed down to her jaw, then lower. He kissed the side of her neck, soft at first, then with more pressure. The warm drag of his mouth against her skin sent a shiver straight down her back. He licked a slow line from the base of her neck up to the soft spot just below her ear. The taste of her skin was slightly salty and he seemed to like it. He stayed there, sucking gently, while one of his hands slid up her side.

His palm covered her breast through the fabric of her clothes. He squeezed slowly, feeling the soft weight of it fill his hand. Even with the cloth between them he could feel how full and warm she was. His thumb brushed over the stiffened peak, rubbing in small circles. Irina’s breath caught. A quiet sound left her throat and vibrated against his lips.

"Liam..." she whispered, her voice already lower than usual.

He did not answer with words. He simply kissed her neck again, harder this time, while his hand continued to press and knead her breast through the clothes. The heat of his palm soaked through the fabric. Every firm squeeze made her press closer against him.

Irina’s own hand moved downward. She found the front of his trousers and slipped her fingers inside without hesitation. The moment her palm wrapped around his cock she felt how hard he already was. Thick. Warm. Pulsing slightly under her touch. She stroked him slowly, up and down, feeling the smooth skin slide against her fingers. Liam let out a low breath against her neck. The sound sent another wave of heat through her.

She kept stroking him with the same unhurried rhythm while he continued to kiss and suck at her neck. His hand never left her breast. He squeezed harder now, thumb flicking over the nipple through the cloth until she made another soft, shaky sound. The smell of their skin mixed with the fresh scent of leaves and bark around them. Every time she inhaled she caught more of him, and every time he kissed her neck she tasted the faint salt of her own skin on his tongue when their mouths met again.

They stayed like that for a long time on the wide branch.

Kissing. Touching. Breathing against each other’s skin.

Liam’s mouth moved between her lips and her neck without rest. Sometimes he kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together. Sometimes he dragged his lips down the side of her throat and bit gently just hard enough to make her fingers tighten around his cock. Irina never stopped stroking him. Her hand moved with slow, deliberate pressure, thumb brushing over the head every few strokes. She could feel him growing even harder in her grip.

The cool air of the forest did nothing to cool the heat building between them. If anything, it made every warm touch feel sharper. Liam’s hand slipped under the edge of her top just enough to press his bare palm against the soft skin of her breast. The direct contact made Irina’s back arch slightly. A longer moan slipped out of her this time.

"That feels good," she breathed against his mouth.

"I know," he answered, voice rough, before kissing her again.

His fingers pinched her nipple lightly, rolling it between them while she continued to stroke him inside his trousers. The wet sounds of their kisses mixed with the soft rustle of leaves above them. Neither of them cared if anyone could see. At that moment the only things that existed were the heat of each other’s bodies, the taste of each other’s mouths, and the slow, deliberate way their hands moved.

After a long stretch of heated kissing and touching, Liam finally pulled his lips from hers. He stayed close, his forehead almost touching hers, both of them breathing harder than before. His hand still cupped her breast under her clothes. Her fingers still wrapped firmly around his cock.

He leaned in until his lips brushed the edge of her ear.

His voice came out low and quiet, meant only for her.

"Should we?"

The question hung in the cool forest air between them.

Irina’s hand tightened slightly around him, but she did not answer yet.