“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this all night,” I breathe, and then my mouth is on his.
Liam freezes for a split second before his hands come up to grip my hips, pulling me tighter against him. His mouth opens, and the taste of bourbon on his tongue makes my head spin.
We’ve fucked, we’ve touched, we’ve done so many filthy things together with Cora around. My cock hardens instantly,straining against my zipper, and I can feel him getting just as hard against me.
I roll my hips, grinding myself against the impressive bulge in his tailored pants. The friction is maddening even through layers of fabric. Liam groans into my mouth, one hand sliding to my ass, gripping hard enough to bruise.
“Christ, Caldwell,” he murmurs against my lips, then bites my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp.
Our tongues slide together, urgent and messy. Nothing calculated or controlled about it, simply want that has been building during the Hunt.
I pull at the buttons of his shirt. “Need these clothes off. Now.”
Liam gives me that smug smile that always makes my cock twitch. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“You’ve got no fucking idea,” I growl, yanking the silk tie free and attacking the buttons of his crisp white shirt.
His fingers work at my belt quickly. Unlike my frantic scrambling, Liam undresses me with the easy confidence he applies to everything else. It’s maddening and hot as hell.
I shove his shirt off broad shoulders, my hands greedy for skin. The smooth planes of his chest contrast with the light dusting of hair trailing down his stomach. I follow it with my fingers, then my mouth, dropping to my knees to kiss a path down his abs while undoing his pants.
“Christ,” Liam hisses when I mouth him through his boxer briefs. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my eyes water.
I rise back up, shoving my jeans and underwear down in one motion. Liam does the same, kicking his expensive pants aside without his usual concern for wrinkles.
We stand naked, breathing hard, taking each other in without the chaos of the Hunt surrounding us.
“Come here,” I whisper, pulling him toward me.
Our bodies collide, skin against skin. I align our cocks together, wrapping my hand around both of us, and the sensation makes my knees buckle. Liam steadies me, his arm snaking around my waist.
“Just like in the Red Room,” he murmurs against my mouth before capturing my lips again.
Our hips work in tandem, thrusting into my grip. The friction of his cock sliding against mine sends sparks dancing behind my eyelids. Liam’s tongue pushes into my mouth, mimicking the rhythm of our bodies.
I can’t get enough—his taste, the slick heat between us, the way his breathing hitches when I squeeze just right. His hand joins mine, fingers intertwining as we stroke ourselves together.
Our kiss turns desperate, all teeth and tongue. His free hand grips my ass, pulling me impossibly closer as we rock against each other.
The friction of our cocks together is incredible, but I want more. Need more. My head falls back against the wall as Liam’s teeth graze my neck.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, the words tumbling out before I can overthink them. “I want you inside me.”
Liam pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes. His hand never stops moving on our cocks.
“How about we flip fuck?” he suggests, voice rough with want. “I fuck you, then you fuck me.”
The image of Liam—always in control—spreading himself for me sends a jolt of pure lust through my system. I’ve never seen him submit to anyone but Dominic.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, already imagining how he’ll feel around me. “Bed. Now.”
We stumble across the room, unwilling to break contact. Liam reaches into the bedside drawer where Purgatory always keeps supplies, pulling out a bottle of lube.
“On your back,” he commands, and I comply immediately, spreading myself across the sheets.
He kneels between my legs, slicking his fingers generously. I watch his face—the intense concentration, the hunger in his eyes as he circles my entrance with slippery fingers.
“Relax for me,” he murmurs, pressing one finger slowly inside.
