Despite that thought, I made no move to protest as Liam divested himself of his clothes.
I sat up on my elbows to admire the hard lines of his chest. His muscles rippled as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere in the corner.
I couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful man as he crawled over me.
Sometimes I couldn’t believe that he was mine. It was in moments like this that I felt like I was in the midst of a dream. One I had no intention of waking up from.
The sensuous glide of Liam’s body wreaked havoc to my libido as I got lost in his pretty blue eyes. A willing victim. Complicit in my own downfall.
“Keep staring at me like that and I don’t know what I might do,” Liam rasped.
My mouth quirked as I trailed a thumb over his jaw. “I’d be happy to take responsibility for any loss of control.”
Liam nuzzled his face into my palm. He placed a gentle kiss on it before catching one of my fingers between his teeth. He bit down. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough so I felt the pressure in an intimate place.
My breath caught as he released my finger with a pop.
He whispered something in Gaelic, the meaning of which I didn’t know. But then, I didn’t need to.
Even without the words, I understood what he was saying.
“Me too,” I breathed.
He lowered himself over me, his biceps bulging. “I plan to wreck you. You’ll never be able to breathe without remembering what I did to you,mo chuisle.”
“Is that supposed to scare me?”
Because it didn’t. It only made me want him more.
Darkness filled his eyes. A promise that made my clitoris pulse.
“I thought there would come a day when my obsession with you would end,” Liam crooned. “I’m beginning to realize that was never a possibility. You’re stuck with me. I’ll never let you go.”
“Good,” I told him. “I’d have to hurt you if you did.”
I’d never been one to give my heart lightly. Because I knew when I did, it would be impossible to take it fully back. Loving someone meant giving them a piece of you that you never recovered. It stayed with them. Even if the relationship ended.
It was a precious thing to be able to open yourself up to the potential hurt. I’d never managed it before. Prior relationships had been insipid things that I could take or leave. In my case, it was more often than not me doing the leaving.
No one had ever come close to breeching my defenses in the way Liam had. The thought of something happening to him left me terrified. An enforcer’s life was dangerous and filled with enemies. As powerful as he was, no one was infallible.
Liam’s eyes darkened at my confession, his touch skating along the insides of my upper thighs. Each time climbing higher but ultimately evading the sensitive bundle at my center.
Fed up with the games, I grabbed his hand, directing it upward to where I craved his touch.
“What did I tell you about impatience?” His chuckle came as he yanked his hand out of mine. “It delays the experience.”
He leaned forward, kissing a trail down my body that had me twisting in his arms once again. Those lips stoked a delicious fire in me.
My body rose to his touch, seeking more.
A finger found my center, plunging inside. A needy sound left me as his lips found my clitoris.
Every muscle in my body was strung tight. I hovered on the edge of a cliff, yearning for what was just beyond only to find it out of reach.
A wail left me. Desperation making me thrash in his strong grip.
Liam’s mouth left me, his fangs plunging into my inner thigh a second later.
