LIAM HAD COME CLOSE TO wearing a path in the hardwood floors of the cottage before finally deciding to wait for Andy on the small porch. The idea was for the cool air to help with his raging libido, but he didn’t think the Arctic was cold enough for that. The North Carolina night sure as hell wasn’t. He’d started to tap his foot, wondering if he hadn’t communicated his intent clearly enough or if worse, she’d changed her mind. There was a rustling in the direction of the shed and he thought for a moment Mike might have gone to check on the goats or something. Then he saw Andy’s slender form emerge from the shadows. He let out the breath he been holding and stood to meet her, his whole focus shifting to the woman in front of him.
“I’d started to think you’d had a change of heart,” he said, reaching for her as she stepped onto the porch. Not trusting himself to pull her into his arms before they were behind a closed door, he ushered her into the dimly lit cottage.
“Millie wouldn’t let me.”
“What?” Prolonged lack of blood flow to his brain must be messing with his hearing.
“Never mind,” she said, taking the last two steps between them until she was close enough for him to breathe her in.
“Tell me later,” he said, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close.
He loved the way her petite frame fit against him, the way he could practically curl his body around her. For a moment, he just held her, breathing her in. Her arms stretched up around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. When she tugged, pulling him down to her, he was more than happy to oblige. His earlier taste of Andy had been just enough to wake his appetite for her. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to slake it, but he intended to spend as much time as they had together trying. He pressed his lips to hers and breathed in the sweet scent that was part floral, part woman.
Now that he had her alone, he wanted to go slow, give them both time to savor this thing between them. That changed the instant her tongue grazed his bottom lip. It was as if he’d built a wall to hold back an avalanche, and she’d walked right through it. Desire roared through him, and he slid his hands up her back to cup her head. Needing to anchor her in place, he fisted his hands in her hair and caught her answering gasp with his mouth. Thrusting his tongue past her parted lips, he tasted and took, catching her cries with his mouth and giving them back to her with his breath.
Kissing Andy was as intimate as fucking, and he knew before she nipped his bottom lip, he was lost. This woman could own him if she wanted. Needing a break from emotions he’d never felt before, he nipped his way along her jaw to bury his face against the soft skin of her neck. He kissed and teased as she angled her head, baring her throat to him, her body melting into his. Feeling her body shiver at his touch might possibly be the best fucking thing ever and then she slid her hands over his chest, clutching at the thin cotton of his shirt, and he knew they’d only just started on the list of bests.
He needed more—more skin, more Andy, more of the sweet sounds she made as he teased her with his mouth. Desperate to touch every inch of her, he paused to reach for the hem of her shirt.
“Arms up, beautiful,” he said, smiling when she hurried to comply.
He stripped the soft cotton from her body, baring her to him. Gripping her hips with his hands while he fought for control, he pulled back just enough to drink in her body. The dim glow from the bedside light washed the smooth curves of her breasts, coloring her pale skin amber. She was so beautiful standing in front of him, so honest and vulnerable, she stole his breath. He watched her, the words to explain how he was feeling lodged in his throat, as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, shimmying out of the lace and letting it fall to the floor.
The look in her eyes was practically a dare—to touch, to taste, to take—and it was all it took to unstick him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her in place while he cupped her breast with his other hand. Bending, he kept his gaze locked on hers until his lips found her nipple and then he lost himself again in the taste and feel of her. Suckling the tight peak, pulling the sensitive tip into his mouth, he worshiped her the only way he knew how. With his hands and his mouth. He couldn’t give her promises of happily ever afters. He wasn’t sure she wanted them, but he’d make it his mission operative to give her as much pleasure as her gorgeous body could handle.
Her back bowed and her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her, demanding more from him. The tiny bite of pain spurred him on and he divided his attention between her breasts, nipping and suckling, teasing and tasting the pebbled flesh until the whimpers fell from her lips in a steady stream and she rocked her hips against him.
He was so hard it hurt, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans, but he couldn’t stand the idea of things ending too soon. He wanted hours to explore her beautiful body, hours to discover every sensitive spot and wring every tender cry from her lips. Her hand slipped between them, fingers brushing his length, and he grasped her wrist before she could wrap her fingers around him.
“I want,” she said on a breath as he gave one more long pull on her nipple.
“Not yet. Not until you come for me.”
He heard her suck in a breath and smiled to himself, loving the way her body responded to him. Pressing a kiss between her breasts, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Getting his mouth on Andy pushed away everything else. The ever-present ache in his leg. His better sense. Everything but her. Laser-focused on the woman in front of him, he made quick work of the button on her jeans, dragging the denim and lace of her panties over her hips and to the floor.
“Step,” he said, tugging off her sandals and the last of her clothes.
“Bossy.” She brushed the hair at his temples with her fingertips and he tipped his head back to look up the graceful line of her naked body.
“Problem?” he asked, glancing from her sex bared in front of him up to meet her gaze.
She shook her head, smiling down at him. If he hadn’t felt the tremor running through her under his palms, he might have thought she was in control. Her body betrayed her.
“Good,” he said, gripping her hips hard enough to brand her as he set about trying to destroy her with his mouth.
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SHE WAS GOING to die. One person’s body couldn’t possibly hold so much pleasure. She’d never survive it. Liam licked into her, his tongue parting her slick seam and stealing what breath she had left. It had been so long since she’d been naked with someone, so long since she allowed herself the pleasure, and it had never been anything like this.
Sliding a hand down her leg, he cupped the back of her knee and opened her to him. Thoughts started to press in on her, complete with all the possible ramifications of the two of them together.What about his leg? Kneeling had to hurt him.Her mind engaged and she felt too vulnerable, too exposed, and then his mouth found her again. Everything dissolved in the delicious onslaught of his lips and tongue. He kissed her sex with the same kind of hunger he had when he kissed her mouth. Like she was something he needed and he couldn’t get enough.
Keeping a hand anchored on her hip, he used the other to raise her leg to his shoulder, his fingers warm and firm on the back of her thigh. The position bared her completely to him, and it didn’t matter. Any hesitation she’d been feeling melted away under Liam’s hands. Liam’s mouth.God, his mouth.If she could figure out how to get her brain to form words, she’d write sonnets to the man’s lips. He licked into her, pushing the words out of reach, reducing her to nothing but needy little whimpers.
Without Liam’s grip on her, her shaky legs would have given out from overwhelming pleasure. His strength was the only thing that held her up, her only anchor as he buried his face in her sex and feasted. Nipping and flicking her clit, he wound her tighter and tighter before thrusting his tongue into her in a movement that promised her everything she wanted—everything she needed—but still left her empty. She tightened her grip on his hair, forgetting to be careful because she was lost, shattered by the demands he made with his mouth. He tightened his grip on her hip hard enough to bruise. Knowing she’d wear his marks only built on the ache threatening to knock her to the ground. The solid presence of Liam—his hands, his body, his mouth—was the only thing that kept her standing. He wrapped his lips around her clit and she surrendered, gave over everything to him and trusted him to take her where she needed to go.
Desire wound deep inside her, tightening with every flick of his tongue, every bite of his fingers and nip of his lips until she felt like a spring wound too tight, just waiting for the tip of the scale that would send her shooting out into space. Focusing his attention on her clit, he slid two fingers through her sex, drenched from his mouth and her desire. He paused just long enough at her opening to have her rocking her hips, desperate for more. Desperate for him. He slid his thick fingers inside her and her whole body clenched, folding around him for the space of a few seconds before the climax burned through her.
“Liam. God. Coming, I’m coming.” She stuttered the words, barely audible because every breath, every nerve, every single part of her was being consumed by the pleasure he demanded from her. Keeping his mouth on her sex while she pulsed around him, he teased every sweet thread of her orgasm from her body. He sent her past the point of release, past the intensity to the edge of pain and kept going, slowly, gently, deliberately, until her desire started to coil in on itself again.
