The coffee shop was buzzing with late-morning chatter, but for Liam waiting in anticipation for her to arrive, everything blurred the moment he saw her. Ava walked in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on him. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips, and his pulse quickened.

They had spent weeks talking online, peeling back layers of desire and unspoken needs. She had confessed how she didn’t get out much. He had admitted how most people couldn’t look past his wheelchair to see the man beneath. But they had seen each other. And they wanted. Badly.

Ava slid into the chair across from him, biting her lip as she took him in. Narrow shoulders, a strong jawline, intense eyes that undressed her as much as she was undressing him. Her gaze dipped lower, remembering his teasing descriptions, the way he’d hinted at what was hidden beneath his trousers. She swallowed hard.

“Hey,” she murmured, her voice thick with anticipation.

“Hey yourself.” His deep voice sent a thrill down her spine. “It's a pleasure meeting you finally in person.”

She reached under the table, her fingers brushing against his leg. The touch was electric, setting them both on edge.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she admitted, her pupils dilating.

Liam smirked. “Then let’s go.”

The walk to his place was a blur of heated glances and stolen touches. Ava’s fingers traced the curve of his arm, while he watched her, his gaze burning with unspoken ideas. By the time they reached his place, she was already aching for him.

As soon as the room door closed behind them, she was in his lap, straddling him, her lips crashing against his. She gasped as she felt him hard beneath her, impossibly large and ready.

“I want to see you,” she whispered, tugging at his shirt. He let her pull it over his head, revealing a body that made her mouth water. She ran her hands down his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin. “You’re gorgeous.”

His breath hitched as she pressed against him. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

She smirked, reaching between them, palming him through his trousers. “I think I have some idea.”

Liam groaned, his head tilting back. “I want you. Now.”

Ava stripped and left her clothes in a pile on the floor next to his wheelchair, she was bare, her curves on full display. Her breasts were full, her nipples already hard, and when she spread her legs, she saw the way his eyes darkened.

“Come here,” he growled.

She climbed onto his lap, and the moment he had her on top of him, his mouth was everywhere—her neck, her breasts, sucking and teasing her sensitive peaks until she writhed.

Ava’s hands were eager, undoing his pants, freeing him. She had imagined it, but nothing compared to seeing it—thick, hard, and heavy in her grasp. She licked her lips before wrapping them around him, savoring his taste, his groans spurring her on.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, she positioned herself at her entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

“God, yes.”

She lowered herself and pushed him inside, stretching her, filling her inch by glorious inch until she had taken all of him. They both stilled, panting, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Then she moved, slow at first, savoring the way she clenched around him, then faster as their desire took over.

Their bodies rocked together, sweat slicking their skin, moans echoing through the room. Ava’s nails raked down his back, her head falling back as he drove her higher and higher until—

“Oh, Liam—” She shattered around him, her body convulsing, pleasure washing over her in waves. He followed moments later, groaning as he spilled deep inside her.

They stayed like that, tangled and breathless, basking in the warmth of their release.

Ava traced lazy circles on his chest, smiling. “That was…”

“Incredible,” he finished, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “And we’re just getting started.”

She chuckled, kissing him again, already eager for more.