Begin Again novel Chapter 132

For the second time that night, Eden stormed her way to her house, beyond furious with Liam, determined to shove him off her couch and make him sleep on the floor.

But when she saw him, still sleeping peacefully, a slight flush on his cheeks and ears, she didn't have the heart to follow through with her nefarious plans.

She grabbed the only photo of her and Aiden in the room from the TV stand and took it to her bedroom in case Liam woke up during the night. She wanted no mistakes.

Eden was exhausted, but she took a quick shower anyway, changed into an old sleep shirt, and went to bed.

But after tossing and turning for two hours, she kicked off the covers and rifled through her linen cupboards for a pillow and a light blanket.

As much as she wasn't thrilled to have Liam over, she hadn't forgotten her manners. After all, he's Aiden's father, and she had to make him comfortable, she reasoned as she headed back to the living room.

Making him comfortable, though, was a mission and a half. One she was painfully underprepared for.

"You came back for me." He still sounded drunk when he spoke, but his eyes, bloodshot as they were, were lucid.

"I didn't come back for you," Eden snapped as she helped him sit up. "I wanted to make sure you don't vomit all over my couch!"

"I can buy you ten couches if you want," he offered, smiling at her sweetly.

"And where the hell will I put all those couches?" She asked, wiping a thin film of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.

A sober Liam was probably very heavy with all his muscles and strapping physique, but a drunk Liam weighed as much as one of his freight trucks easy and trying to slip off his jacket was a nightmare she prayed she never had to repeat.

"Christ, Liam! Why the hell do you sleep in a suit? Who does that?" She ranted as she tried yet again to prop him up and tuck the jacket out from behind him.

"Me?" He gave her a sleepy smile, adding proudly. "This guy right here!"

Her brain screamed at her to stop and push him away because they were a mangled train wreck waiting to happen. But his tongue, sweet baby Jesus, his tongue in her mouth, doing things to her she never thought were even possible, kicked all her common sense out of the window.

She pressed into him and flung her arms around his neck as she straddled him, her legs winding loosely around his waist.

He tasted like insanely expensive cognac or bourbon. Whatever it was, he'd drunk enough of it to leave her intoxicated. But she didn't care, and at that moment, as his hands fumbled with the buttons of her sleep shirt, his hot lips on her neck, Eden finally understood one of life's sad truths—how addicts were born.

No one sets out to be an addict.

All it took was a single moment of weakness at some dinghy alley, in a luxurious hotel bathroom, on the table of a dimly lit boardroom, or in her case, in her living room on an overpriced couch she had no business buying when her finances were such a mess.

She sobbed as she kissed him harder, horrified out of her head at the realisation that she was addicted to Liam, insanely and completely addicted to him.

"I want to fuck you so bad. I want to fuck you till you can't walk." Liam groaned on her lips, kissing her fiercely, leaving her panties soaking wet with her desire. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming when he slipped them aside and slid his fingers inside her slippery warmth.