I could hear my dad and Parker talking as footsteps drew closer, and seconds later they walked into the living room, with Faith trailing behind with a tray of coffee, cream, and sugar.
Liam and I accepted a cup, and for the next hour we all sat around, talking about inconsequential things.I was on the couch with Gracie on my lap, while Liam had moved to sit in one of the armchairs by the fireplace right after she’d interrupted us.
Time seemed to drag on, even though the conversation was pleasant.Finally, Gracie began dozing off in my lap, and it was decided that the dinner party should end.Parker took his family home first, while Faith thanked Liam for coming, and Dad told him how much he appreciated his work at GalvaTech.It was a bit of a drawn-out goodbye, and I could’ve left, but I lingered so that we were leaving the house at the same time.
My car was in the driveway, and Liam had parked behind me.As we stepped off the porch, his hand took mine again, just like he did when we were in front of the fireplace, talking about my mother and the darkest times of my life.
Then, it felt like he was providing silent support in the only way he knew how.It was different as we strolled across the white rocks to my car, which was parked off to the side.His grip was loose, our fingers intertwined, and he ran the pad of his thumb over my knuckles.
It was intimate in a way that made me feel warm inside.We didn’t say much, but we’d talked enough tonight.
When we reached my car, we walked around to the driver’s side door where we wouldn’t be seen if someone happened to look out the living room window.Liam moved in close before I could pull out my car keys.He pressed me back against the cool metal of the door, caging me in with his body like he’d finally lost the last thin thread of his restraint.
One hand slid into my hair, gripping just tight enough to make my knees buckle.The other found my hip, fingers digging in.His erection, hard and insistent, pressed against my stomach, igniting a blaze of heat in my veins that made my core clench with need.
“Liam,” I breathed.
He didn’t go for my lips right away.Instead, he dragged his mouth along my jawline in hot, open-mouthed kisses, then down the sensitive column of my neck, making me shiver.He sucked and nipped at the skin until a husky moan escaped me.
My hands slid inside his suit jacket.My palms splayed across the firm expanse of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, which matched mine.I ran my hands over his torso, reveling in the subtle flex of muscle as he exhaled a shaky breath against my throat.God, he smelled like spice and desire, and every brush of his lips sent sparks racing through me.
When he finally claimed my mouth, it wasn’t careful or sweet.It was dominant and possessive.The kind of kiss that saidI want you, and I’m done pretending otherwise.His tongue swept past my lips, delving in to taste me like I was his to devour.I felt utterly owned by him and it was intoxicating, a heady rush of sensation that made my thighs tremble.
I wanted more, craved him stripping me bare somewhere private, his intense focus unraveling me all night long.I moaned into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, rolling his hips against me in a slow, deliberate grind that had me arching into him.
He finally broke the kiss with a ragged groan, pressing his forehead to mine, our panting breaths mingling in the cool night air.His brown eyes looked almost black in the shadowed driveway, burning with a raw, undeniable lust.
I was done denying him and what I ached for so badly.“Should we continue this somewhere else?”I suggested, my tone breathless and teasing, though desperation edged every word.
“Your place or mine?”he growled, his relief evident in the husky timbre of his voice.
Thank God he felt it, too.“My place is closer.”
Decision made, he followed me there in his car, the short drive a torturous blur of anticipation.The moment we stepped inside my apartment and the door slammed shut behind us, all the sexual tension that had been building between us for weeks exploded like a fuse reaching its final spark.
I spun toward him, crashing my lips to his in a wild, desperate kiss, our tongues tangling fiercely as we stumbled through the living room toward my bedroom.His hands were everywhere, yanking at the zipper of my dress with frantic urgency, peeling the fabric down my shoulders as I shoved his suit jacket off and let it drop to the floor.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he groaned against my mouth, his voice rough with hunger as he tugged my dress lower, exposing my lace bra and the swells of my breasts.
We didn’t make it far before I ripped at his shirt buttons, popping a couple in my haste to get him naked.He kicked off his shoes mid-stride, and I toed off my heels, our bodies colliding against each other in the hallway.
His mouth claimed mine harder, teeth grazing my lower lip as he backed me against the wall, one hand diving into my panties to stroke between my thighs.I gasped into the kiss, bucking against his fingers, my pussy already soaked and aching for him.
I fumbled with his belt, managing to get the front unfastened so that my hand could reach inside and palm his stiff cock.He growled, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me the rest of the way to the bedroom, our kisses turning deep and feverish.We tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, him kicking his pants free while I shimmied out of my dress and bra and panties, baring myself completely.He shed his boxers, his cock springing free—hard, thick, and ready—before he pounced, pinning me beneath him.
Above me, his gaze met mine as he hesitated, a pained look on his face.“Do I need a condom?I don’t have one with me, but I swear I’m clean.”
“I’m good, too.I’m also on birth control,” I said, needing him desperately.“And I want you to fuck me bare.”
His eyes flashed with raw, primal hunger.Our mouths fused again in a bruising kiss, tongues battling as he positioned himself between my spread thighs.I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in, urging him on.With one hard, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely, the stretch of him delicious and overwhelming.
“Yes,” I moaned, breaking the kiss to arch my back, my hips rising to meet his frantic rhythm.
There was nothing slow, soft, or sweet about the way he fucked me, and after weeks of so much self-control we were past our breaking point and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.He didn’t hold back, pounding into me with wild, rushed strokes, each one hitting deep and perfect.
His hands roamed possessively, one pinching my nipple while the other gripped my thigh to spread me wider as his hips snapped roughly against mine.He ravaged my neck with hot kisses and sharp, claiming love bites.I clawed at his back, lost in the frenzy, my moans mixing with his guttural growls as the bed creaked under us.
The end built fast, the tension coiling tight in my core until I shattered around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over me.He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time with a ragged curse as he spilled inside me, then collapsed on top of me, our bodies trembling in the aftermath.
