“Oh? Like bending me over your desk?”
His teeth graze the sensitive skin just below my ear, and a shiver rockets down my spine. I’m in so much trouble. And I’ve never wanted anything more.
We pull ourselves together and carry the plates to the dining room just as Teddy strolls back in, humming under his breath like he didn’t just leave us teetering on the edge of total chaos.
Dinner passes in a blur of small talk and business. And through it all, Liam’s hand never leaves me. Sometimes it’s resting innocently on the back of my chair. Sometimes it’s a casual brush against my knee under the table. But every touch is deliberate. Every glance simmering.
And the longer it goes on, the harder it is to breathe.
Teddy leans back in his chair after dessert, dabbing at his mouth with his napkin.
“Well, I have to say,” he drawls, smiling at us both, “This little dinner convinced me more than anything else.”
My heart stutters.
“What do you mean?” Liam asks, his voice deceptively calm.
Teddy stands, setting his napkin down.
“I mean, I can tell when people are bullshitting me,” he says simply. “And you two? You’re real. I trust real.”
He grins at us both, tipping his hat as he heads for the door.
“I’ll have my lawyer call yours tomorrow. Let’s get the ball rolling, and, with luck, we can sign when you’re in Texas in a few weeks.”
Relief crashes through me so hard I have to grip the edge of the table. Liam stands, shaking Teddy’s hand, thanking him, but his eyes never leave mine. Not for a second.
The second the door clicks shut behind Teddy, sealing us alone again, Liam turns to me. And the look in his eyes steals the breath right out of my lungs. Wild Hungry Unleashed. Before I can say a word, he’s on me, grabbing me by the hips, hauling me into him, slamming his mouth down on mine with a brutal, claiming kiss that has me gasping.
I clutch at his shirt, barely managing to stay upright as he walks me backward, through the living room, toward the bedroom.
But we don’t make it.
Halfway down the hall, he spins me, pinning me against the wall.
His mouth is at my throat, his hands shoving up the hem of my dress with rough, desperate motions.
“You’ve been so fucking good tonight,” he growls against my skin, voice low and ragged. “Sitting there, letting me touch you, letting mewreckyou while you smiled and pretended nothing was happening.”
I whimper, arching into him, my body already vibrating with need.
“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, honey,” he mutters, hooking a hand under my thigh, hiking my leg around his waist. “Make sure you never even think about letting another man touch you like that again.”
“Please,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
He chuckles and yanks my panties down with one brutal tug, letting them fall somewhere between us. Then he’s there, thick, hard, pressing right where I need him.
“No teasing this time,” he rasps against my mouth. “No holding back.”
And then he drives into me in one long, deep thrust that steals the world away.
I cry out, clutching him desperately as he fucks me against the wall like a man who finally, finally has permission to claim what’s his.
Liam drives into me with a force that rattles the pictures on the wall, his hands gripping my hips so tightly it borders on bruising and God, I want the marks. I want all of it. His mouthcrushes mine again, the kiss filthy and desperate, all teeth and tongue and raw need.
He pulls back just enough to pant against my lips, his voice a guttural rasp.
“Fucking heaven,” he growls. “You feel like heaven, honey.”
