“Okay.” I don’t know why, but I want her to come to me. Be the first to make a move. I cross my arms over my chest, flex a little in the process.
“Can you put a shirt on? Or do you want to have sex before we talk instead of after?”
I spin around at the choking noise. My brother stands in the space between our kitchen and living room, coughing harshly. He manages to gasp out, “Wrong pipe,” before hacking into his fist again.
Danny takes the orange juice from Ryan’s hand. Gives him a couple swift taps on the back. “Uh, we better leave these two alone.” He grins before steering my wheezing brother toward our game room. Yeah, I guess it’s best not to have an audience for this conversation.
I turn back toward Taryn. I tap my finger against my lips, frowning. “I’m not sure.” I tilt my head to the side as if I’m contemplating what to do next.
Confusion colors her cheeks. “Of what?”
“Whether I want to fuck you now or later.” My gruff voice holds no humor.
I may sound like an asshole, but my comment earns me a genuine smile. Her face lights up and her eyes sparkle. God damn. I can’t think straight when she’s looking at me like that. She steals my breath. I’m sure I can’t hide that expression, because she laughs before sauntering over to put her arms around my neck.
“I like when we’re on the same side. When we have each other’s backs,” she whispers, repeating my words from the first time I kissed her. She brushes her lips over mine lightly. “I can’t believe this, but I actually missed you. Let me know what you decide. I know we need to talk, but I’m game either way.”
This is not how I pictured this conversation going. Am I really trying to decide if I should fuck her brains out before or after a very necessary, very serious conversation? Why, yes. Yes, I am. This should be an easy decision, but she smells like temptation and her eyes promise mischief. The good kind. Fuck. I’m only human.
“It fucking took you long enough,” I growl before I fasten my mouth to hers. I thread a hand through the back of her hair so I can devour her. My other arm bands around her waist, not leaving any space between us. Jesus. I missed her taste.
Taryn groans into my mouth and clutches at my back. She seems every bit as desperate as I am. This only calls to the animal inside me that’s ready to pin her to my living room wall and fuck her raw. I have this insane longing to own her and punish her at the same time. I wrench my mouth from hers to nip at her neck. The need to mark her is as surprising as it is overwhelming. I’ve felt the desire to claim her before, but this feral hunger is an altogether new experience. Jesus. Is this what three days of missing her does to me?
“Liam,” she whimpers as she tilts her head to provide better access. Fuck. She wants this too. Wants me. I move my hands to her delectable ass, so I can lift her to me. She moves in sync with my effort, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I attempt to move us to my bedroom, but stop halfway up the stairs because she isn’t close enough. Hell, I don’t know if it’s even possible to get her close enough. I press her into the wall, letting her ass rest slightly on the railing, as I rock against her. Her hands move to grasp my hair in her fists so she can tilt my head to her liking. Damn. I love when she takes what she wants. Fucking love it. I cup her breast as I continue my rocking motion, my tongue plundering her mouth.
She pulls back to nip at my bottom lip. “Liam.” Her voice is husky. “Upstairs.” She tightens her legs around my waist.
Upstairs?
Right. Upstairs.
My bedroom.
I lift her again and carry her onward as she kisses my neck, sucking softly. Seems my little beauty wants to mark me as well.
She squeaks when I unceremoniously throw her on my bed and kick the door shut. Her heavy-lidded eyes watch my every motion as I lower my joggers and underwear in a fell swoop to stand before her, entirely naked. I have no game, but I don’t give a fuck. My composure has snapped.
“You have on too many clothes,” I grind out before stalking toward her. She crab walks back a little to make room for me, but she doesn’t get far before I’m on top of her, pulling off her sweater. I want to stop to admire her emerald lace bra, but I’m too busy working her leggings off. “Jesus. I don’t have the patience.” I extract myself from her so I can stand at the foot of the bed. I remove her shoes and then whip off her bottoms with more force.
She gasps at my eagerness. It’s sexy as hell.
“Three days of not seeing you is too many,” I grunt at her as I hover over her body. The truth is: it’s not even the three days that’s causing me to come undone. I’ve been sexually frustrated over this girl since the supply closet at Madness. Shit. If I’m honest, it’s been much longer than that.
I can’t wait another second to have my mouth on her. My lips suction through her bra, taking one of her dark pink nipples into my hot mouth. She is the most luscious treat. Warm. Sweet.
“Fuck, Liam.” She throws her head back and anchors her hands in my hair. She’s so responsive. Pliant against me. Her hips begin to seek mine as I feast on the soft swells of her breasts. The savage sounds I’m making are foreign to me, but she revels in them, gripping me tighter. I reach around her to unclasp her bra, which takes longer than it should with my trembling fingers. It’s pure adrenaline, this need.
“I need—I—Liam—” She groans in the most erotic way as my wandering hands find their mark, delving below her panties.
I circle her clit, loving that her wetness coats my fingers. That’s it. My control is gone. Finished. I want more. Need more. I stop to grab a condom from my night stand, and her eyes widen.
I rip her panties off her body before I take her mouth again. Her tongue wars with mine. My cock brushes against her wetness, forcing a growl from deep in my chest. I steel my arms around her waist, flipping her on top of me.
“I’m on the pill,” she shares. I’ve never gone bare before. The trust she’s showing me nearly undoes me. The beast inside me howls. I need to get inside her. Claim her. I toss the condom onto the floor.
“I want you to ride me.” My voice is dark. Demanding. I want to watch the show as she undulates on top of me. My cock twitches in anticipation. She is a woman who wants control. I’m happy to give it to her.
