Taryn sits back so her ass lands on my knees, which means she isn’t touching my cock. Thank God. I have no idea how I’d form a coherent thought if she was pressed against my dick. Still, it’s standing at attention between us, almost begging her to notice. To touch. Her eyes are full of lust when she answers simply, “I keep thinking about what happened in the cafeteria earlier this week. I don’t want to beat myself up over that anymore. I’m wearing your ring. That should come withsomebenefits.”
I try to understand what she’s saying, but her fingers continue to play with my hair, and it’s making me crazy. I take a deep breath. Of course, that doesn’t help because I inhale her sweet scent. Strawberries. She smells like fucking strawberries, and I want to take a bite so badly my mouth waters.
She leans forward to press her lips against mine. I gasp in a breath and she swipes her tongue against my bottom lip, asking for entry. It’s beyond me to deny her. Not when I want her so badly. Not when I know how sweet she tastes.
She sighs into my mouth and I shudder as her tongue dances with mine. Her nails keep lightly raking the back of my hair and her pace is unhurried. Seductive. Exploratory. The heat of her mouth is consuming.
She whimpers as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss and the needy sound goes straight to my dick. I’m fucking throbbing. Christ—it’s almost painful. A kiss shouldn’t be this good. So fucking hot. Jesus.
I’ve been letting her set the pace because I don’t want to push things too far, but suddenly, my brain isn’t in charge anymore. Ican’tcompletely hold back. Not when I’m surrounded by her scent, her flavor, her soft sounds. All the blood has gone south. I grunt as my hands grab her ass to scoot her up my lap, where I need to feel her. Fuck thinking coherently.
The soft apex between her thighs presses against my pulsing length and she gasps at the contact. Her hands drop to my shoulders and her nails dig into me as she grabs on, her body instinctively pressing down to increase the friction. All the while, her tongue slides against mine, turning desperate, stealing my breath, owning me. Fucking perfect.
She feels amazing. In the back of my mind, there’s this nagging feeling that we’re going too fast, too soon, but it’s hard to acknowledge my doubts as Taryn’s gorgeous body writhes against mine. I break our kiss to throw my head back against the couch. “Fuck.” I need to think. We should talk. Ensure she understands—once I claim her, she is completely, irrevocably mine. I won’t want to hear any more thoughts of finding a way out of this relationship.
But instead of stopping her, my hips involuntarily thrust upward when she begins nibbling on the exposed column of my throat. Her warm breath against my skin. Her sweet smell mixed with the subtle scent of her arousal. The sharp sting of her teeth followed by the gentle lap of her tongue. Her soft hair brushing against my skin. It’s too much and yet nowhere near enough. I’m fucking coming undone and we’re still fully clothed.
Shit. I suddenly need to remedy that. I reach for her crop top, but my fingers decide to take their own path to explore the soft skin of her stomach before I can remove the garment. My hands keep moving north under her shirt. I need to touch her. She’s so soft. Gorgeous.
“Liam, please,” she breathes as I run my thumbs across the lace of her bra, over her hard nipples.
Godfuckingdammit. She’s begging. For me. So fucking beautiful. I need to feel more of her. Christ. Icravefeeling her skin against mine. All of her. Every last piece. I want to own her. Possess her. I want her every goddamn thought to be of me.
She’s pressing those beautiful tits farther into my hands, and she pulls her mouth away so she can gaze into my eyes. Her face is flushed. Emerald eyes shining. I’m enthralled. Possessed. I want more.
“Do you have a condom?” Her voice is a rasp.
A condom? Do I have a condom? Wait. I take a deep breath to clear my head. Ialwayshave a condom—I believe luck favors the prepared. But, no, I most certainly did not bring one tonight. I need to think. Maybe she has one? Hold on. Is this moving too fast? Didn’t she hate me just yesterday? Does she understand what she’s asking for? This isn’t some one-night stand. This girl is myfuture. Fuck.
“No, beauty, but we don’t need to rush it,” I tell her, kissing her neck, pressing my tongue to her fluttering pulse. I nip her earlobe. “Let’s wait until we’re ready for that step.” She smells so damn good. Tastes amazing. I continue my open mouth assault on her sweet neck.
She grinds down on me again and I swear the room tilts. “I think weareready. Very ready,” she breathes as she moves her hips over my aching cock.
Christ. Maybe we are ready. She groans into my mouth. Maybe we can—
“It doesn’t need to mean anything, Liam.”
It’s as if she dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.It doesn’t need to mean anything. It doesn’t need to mean anything.The words are on replay in my head. I can feel my dick begin to deflate. I pull back and place my hands firmly on her waist to stop her motion.
“Yeah, Taryn, it does. It needs to mean something. You’re going to bemy wife.”
I refuse to hook up with her, and then tomorrow, pretend like it didn’t happen. A hurt look crosses her face, but before I can say anything else, the fucking doorbell starts ringing. I run my fingers through my hair, frustrated. The bell rings again. And again. Jesus Christ. I lift Taryn from my lap to set her beside me.
I adjust myself in my pants before I stomp down the stairs toward the front door. I can’t believe how quickly things went from perfect to absolute shit. I throw the door open to see Sam Rutherford leaning against the brick.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I spit at him.
“Where is she?”
“She’s busy,” I retort, not hiding my anger. Given my messy hair and swollen lips, I hope he’s getting the picture of just how busy she is.
“Sam?” Taryn’s voice is behind me, her hand on my waist as she tries to peer around me.
“You aren’t returning my texts,” he accuses from the other side of the door. “We need to talk. There’s something I need to tell you.”
He’s been texting her? What in the absolute fuck? Was I not clear before?
“You don’t,” I tell him through gritted teeth. “You don’t need to talk to her ever again. Do you need me to take out a billboard? Spell it out differently somehow?”
