“Open your eyes,” I growled, needing to see those beautiful blues as I touched her.
With a flutter, they opened for me just as two fingers slid into her heat, settling deep inside her. Her pussy pulsed around me, but it was the whimper on her lips that drove me fucking wild.
My cock pressed against my jeans, begging to be released, but I would not fuck her against the door. Not for the first time.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t give her the pleasure she so desperately needed. Slowly, I pumped my fingers into her tight heat, commanding her to keep those baby blues locked on me.
Her body trembled in my arms, promising the most beautifulreaction if only I pushed her over the edge. Over and over, I rocked my fingers into her, driving her higher until she shook in my arms.
Her hands shot up, gripping my arms tight as she started to crest the wave.
Crushing my lips to hers, I murmured, “Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers. Gush for me.”
A mewling whimper left her lips right before she sucked in a ragged breath. Her nails clawed at my arms and her thighs shook as her orgasm washed over her.
She was so fucking beautiful when she came, her eyes fluttering and her cheeks stained red. Fuck, I was a goner. I swallowed her cries, pumping my fingers hard inside her, dragging out every last second of her pleasure.
When she was well and truly spent, I slid my fingers from her heat, only to wish they were still buried inside her. But I had other plans for the night, and if I kept her pinned against this door, we’d never get to my house.
Brushing my lips against hers, I grabbed the towel from where it had fallen on the floor and gently wrapped it around her. “Get dressed. You’re spending the night with me.”
She nodded, still unable to speak as she stumbled away on shaky legs.
Glancing around her apartment, I took in all the small decorations that made this place hers. Little knick-knacks on the shelf over the sink, pictures of her and Cheyenne out having fun, throw pillows—bright and sunny—just like her personality.
There was even a small charm hanging in her window, catching the light. Spreading the blinds to get a better look, I was distracted by the very familiar vehicle parked across the street.
Anger surged as Austin grinned up at me just before peeling down the road, his tires smoking along the way.
This place was no longer safe for her. I’d be damned if she was going to stay here unprotected when that asshat was loitering outside her building.
She was coming home to stay with me for good.
8
BAILEY
I stumbledaround my room in a daze, trying to figure out what just happened.
Obviously, what just happened was that Liam had given me the best orgasm of my life. But how…why…there were so many questions. He wasn’t even supposed to be here for several hours, and then he appeared out of nowhere, storming up to my apartment and giving me what could be described as an earth-shattering, out-of-body experience.
I slumped down on my bed, my teeth gnawing at my bottom lip as I bit back a grin. This was really happening. Liam was really here, and I was going with him to his house to spend the night.
No more years of waiting for him to make a move, wondering when my life with him would begin.
“Bailey?” Liam called out, appearing in my bedroom door. “You’re not ready.”
I glanced down at my towel, then back at him and shook my head. “Not even close.”
“Is there a reason you’re sitting?”
“You mean, other than the fact that my legs are still shaking?”
Slowly, he stalked over to me, his eyes never leaving my face. “Your legs are going to be shaking a lot more by the end of the night.”
“Give a girl a minute. You took me by surprise. I’m still recovering.”
Snatching me by the wrist, he hauled me up against his body, running his nose along the length of my neck. “You could be recovering in my bed.”
