I’m still seated in his lap, and I attempt to stand when he pulls me closer.
“Not yet,” he murmurs. “I like having you close. Just let me know where we’re headed.”
“I’d like to go home now,” I tell him before pressing my lips to his. Today is finally catching up to me, because instead of standing to leave, I snuggle into Liam’s warmth after our brief kiss.
He tugs gently on my braid. “I’m so sorry.”
I pull back. “For what?”
“I should have never let you go to campus today. I should have been there. I should have—”
I quiet him with my mouth. He doesn’t respond immediately, but when I run my tongue along the seam of his lips, he responds. Forcefully. I gasp when he tugs my hair back and changes the angle of my head so he can plunder my mouth. Liam’s hum of pleasure vibrates against my chest.
“We’re not going to make it back to our place,” he mutters before his hand travels under my sweatshirt and cups my breast.
“Wait. What?” I’m trying to keep up, but I’m lost in the sensation of his fingers plucking at my sensitive nipple while his mouth travels across my jawline.
Instead of responding, Liam picks me up. My legs automatically go around his waist. He walks us over to the library door, and I panic for a moment. He’s not going to walk us out into the hallway with me hugging him like a koala, is he? I don’t have to wonder long when he presses me against the door and turns the lock.
“I need you,” he murmurs before kissing me again. “All of you. Now. Need to see you’re whole.”
He pulls back so that my legs slide down his body. He wastes no time in whipping the sweatshirt over my head. It’s as if we are in a race to see who can undress the other first, hands grabbing, unzippering, yanking. I don’t care about our location or circumstances at the moment. Nothing matters. Except for him.
Liam crouches as he works my leggings down. He takes a deep inhale. “Fuck, beauty.” I feel his hot breath against my core only for a second before his tongue touches my sex with intention. “You taste so good. My perfect girl.” He begins to lap at me as if he’s starving. As if he is making up for lost time. As if he can’t get enough.
My knees buckle and I grab his shoulders to steady myself. “Liam, please.”
Instead of responding, he sucks my clit into his mouth as two of his thick fingers penetrate me. Oh. Oh fuck. This is too much. I’m going to burst apart. I’m going to—a wail leaves my lips as I shatter around his fingers. My wetness coats his hand and my thighs. My entire body is shaking and I can’t make sense of anything other than the sensation of absolute bliss that has taken over every fiber of my being.
My legs finally give out and Liam catches me before I hit the ground. He carries me bridal style over to the table where the heads of the Irish mob just sat and contemplated the future. He spreads me out as if I’m his own personal feast. His eyes rake over my body.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he husks. “Jesus Christ. It fucking hurts to look at you sometimes.” His fingertips trail over my breasts, my belly. They dance along my pubic bone before trailing down my thigh. “You’d probably run if you knew the things I want to do to you.” His voice is low. Wicked. I shiver.
“Please.” I can’t believe I’m begging him. But I am. “Do them. Please. I’m done running.” I just came harder than I can remember, and yet, I am desperate for him. Desperate to feel the way his cock stretches me. To see that look of ecstasy in his eyes just before he comes.
Liam makes a noise in the back of his throat before he pulls me down the table so that my legs hang over the edge. He pushes my knees apart before stepping up to run the tip of his cock over my entrance. He seems entranced by watching himself tease me, running the head of his dick over my clit, again and again.
I’m a blubbering mess at this point. “Liam,” I whine. “Please, baby. I need you.”
His eyes snap to mine. His pupils have dilated to almost completely overtake the normal beautiful blue of his eyes. “I need you too. More than you know.” And with those words, my husband enters me in one brutal thrust.
My hands fly to his biceps to hang on. I am so full. So stretched. It’s almost painful, but the roar that came from Liam as he entered me has me entranced. He pulls back and my pussy clenches, empty. I’m about to protest the loss when he thrusts again. And again. I sob.
“That’s it, beauty. That’s it.” He is murmuring to me now. Softly. His voice is at odds with the harsh way his body is using mine. Filling mine. “Tell me how this feels,” he demands.
“It hurts,” I sob, and his face twists before I say, “I want more. Don’t stop.”
“Mmmmmfuck,” is Liam’s only response to my admission. His hips work at a savage pace until I’m climbing so high, it feels as though I’ve left my body. It’s so good. So, so good.
He is all that I am aware of. The look on his face. The way his muscles bunch and flex with every movement. How the tendons in his neck stand out with his effort. The low, feral sounds he’s making. It’s too much. My core is tightening. My world is spinning. My body hits its peak and I jerk beneath him, my nails digging into his skin as I try, desperately, not to take my eyes off his face.
Liam shouts his release, continuing to meet my gaze, with a look of awe and rapture. It feels like I can see his soul, shaken and beautiful. And mine.
Liam leans down to softly kiss me before pulling back to run a thumb down my cheek. “I’m not going to lose you, Taryn Kathleen McGuiness.”
I smile softly at him. “You didn’t lose me. You won’t.”
His brow tightens, like he’s not quite sure if he believes it.
