His jaw clenches, brows low and eyes narrowed. He doesn’t answer me.
I touch my fingertips to his chest—I can feel his heart thundering quietly. I hold his eyes as I trace the chiseled swell his pecs, his abs, the waistband of his dark jeans. Then I drop my hand, sliding my palm over his length—stiff already. I cup him in my hand and grip tight, not blinking as he glares down at me.
“How many times, Liam,” I whisper, “have you imagined fucking me?”
Something in the air pulses; goes dangerous, electric.
Liam grabs my wrist suddenly, turning me hard and pushing me against the wall. He has my arm pinned above my head.
“Don’t,” he growls. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
My heart is slamming, the knot beneath my navel drawn so tight I can barely breathe. I’m talking big, but he must realize—I’mthe one who can’t stop. Can’t stop missing him, wanting him. I’ve learned how to be an adult. I’ve learned to look after myself, to be my own woman, to run my own life.
But that doesn’t mean I don’twanthim, so fucking badly I can’t think straight.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Right now.”
His breath hitches. I can see it in his eyes—he wants to. “Lexie,” he warns.
I grab the front of his jacket in one fist and yank him down to me, catching his mouth with mine. He grunts as I slide my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, savoring him—
He releases my wrist and grabs my dress, yanking it above my hips. He pulls back and makes a soft, desperate sound at the sight of my panties: black lace, almost completely transparent. Pleasure pulses through me at his reaction, and I thank myself for picking them.Like I knew, deep down, somehow, that tonight would end like this.
“Fuck, Lexie,” he whispers. Then he lifts me by the waist and pins me to the wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist, unbuttoning his jeans as fast as I can, wrestling his zipper and working his cock free.
Fuck.
It hits me like a bullet: how bad I want him inside of me, how desperately I’ve missed him, missedthis. He yanks my panties to the side and shifts himself, sliding the head of his cock against me. I bite back a moan, already practically panting.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers, his voice almost a growl. He’s positioned now so that one thrust will bury him in me, and I’m blind to everything but how it will feel, how I’ve imagined it will feel, how badly I need it.
“Liam,” I say, my voice ragged, a plea.
“This will be different than before.” He meets my eyes, his own tortured, fevered and bright with want.
“You were gentle then,” I say, remembering. “Don’t be this time.”
The light in his eyes flares—he thrusts his cock inside of me.
I cry out, throwing back my head. I wrap my arms around his neck, lifting my hips in immediate answer and sliding him out of me. This time I take him in harder, gasping at how deep he penetrates, how stunningly, fully, totally aware every inch of me is of every inch of him.
He slams his palm against the wall beside my head, thrusting smoothly: in, out,in, so deep, one hand dropping between us, his thumb finding my clit easily. I moan, the sound pulled from deep within me, the world around us fading to soundless, endless, echoless space. There’s nothing but us, the hard, fast, effortless rhythm of him fucking me,finally.
I clutch his hair in both fists, bouncing my hips against him. There’s nothing elegant or romantic about this. This is pure animal want, total satisfaction, no thought for consequences orwhat iforwhat comes next?There’s only his body: fully against mine, fullyinmine, taking me, the way I’ve wanted to be taken, since that night so long ago.
He bites my neck beneath my ear, his breath hot and his voice low. “Come, Lexie,” he whispers.
God.I open my eyes and find his lancing into mine, blazing and low-lidded.Fuck. Pleasure courses through me, building like static electricity, pulsing between my legs. He’s slowed his rhythm; his thrusts are sure and deep and slow, delicious and rough. His thumb moves a deliberate, smooth circle around my clit.
I watch him, drunk with pleasure, watch his face as I take control of us; sliding my hips against him, taking him in at the exact angle I want, the exact speed, the depth. I’m ascending, riding toward climax. And when he kisses me, pinning me hard to the wall, his tongue in my mouth, his heart in my hands—I come so hard I can’t breathe.
I hear myself cry out, but there’s nobody here, no one in the world but us. I arch my back as the climax slams through me, igniting every drop of blood in my veins, blazing over every inch of my skin.
Liam grunts, his thrusts quickening suddenly, and I realize my pleasure has triggered his. He braces me against his body, hands cradling my thighs as he comes in me, breath hard and fast and ragged and—
And then, quick and unsure as it started, it’s over. Liam pulls out, breathing hard, and lowers me gently back to my feet. My knees go weak. I can barely stand. I sag against the wall, still fighting to catch my breath. Liam zips his jeans and turns away from me, facing down the empty alley, where fog has begun to roll over the broken asphalt in ghastly, milky whorls.
