“Please,” she begged, tugging at his hair, unable to stand or move or do anything but gasp for breath without his strength to guide her. “I want you.” She pulled harder, hard enough she worried for a moment she might hurt him, but when he looked up at her, his eyes gone sapphire held so much naked hunger, her body pulsed in response.
Shrugging out from underneath her leg, he stood. He kept his grip on her hips and she felt him struggle for a moment as he got to his feet. Before she could ask if he was okay, if his leg bothered him, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her as if she weighed nothing and set her gently on the bed. She scrambled to reach him before he could step away. Gripping the waistband of his jeans, she pulled him to her.
There was too much fabric separating her from the man she wanted, the flesh she needed to get her hands and mouth on. She pulled at the soft cotton of his shirt, tugging it free from his jeans so she could slide her hands underneath to the hard muscles of his stomach. Pushing the shirt up his chest, she ran her nose along the thin line of hair running down the tight plane of his abdomen to disappear under the denim. Lost in her desire for him, in the need to give him back some of the pleasure he’d given her, she rubbed against him like a cat, breathing in the rich, musky scent of soap and man.
“Off,” she demanded, shoving his shirt as high as she could while keeping her focus on the denim between her and what she wanted.
He let out a throaty chuckle and she felt his stomach contract against the backs of her fingers as she worked open his jeans.
“Sure thing, darling,” he said, stripping the shirt off and tossing it to the side.
His cock strained against his boxer briefs and Andy leaned in to press her lips to the tip, caught by the elastic at his waist. His breath went out on a groan and she smiled, eager to steal as much of his control as he had hers. Wrapping her lips around his head, she held him in her mouth while she pushed the extra fabric out of her way. They were still operating with a serious imbalance of clothing, a situation she intended to remedy immediately.
She gripped the waistbands of his jeans and briefs with hands that shook from a need to get him as naked and vulnerable as her. To bare him to her touch. Shoving against the denim, she paused just long enough for him to toe off his shoes before stepping free of the last of his clothes. She didn’t think, didn’t wait before wrapping her fist around the base of his cock and sliding her mouth down his shaft. Her lips pressed against her hand and she felt more than heard Liam groan.
Flattening her tongue, she slid up his length, stroking and tasting him before taking him as deep into her mouth as she could. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she struggled to catch her breath between thrusts, losing herself to the rhythm and feel of Liam under her hands, under her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and the slightly frantic edge to his movements showed just how close he was to losing control. Nothing was as important to her as taking Liam over the edge and catching him with her hands and mouth when he fell.
“God, you feel so good.” He groaned the words, the reverberation sending molten heat to her core. “Not like this. Not this time,” he said, and suddenly the hands gripping her hair were pulling her away from what she wanted.
It took her a moment to realize what was happening and by then he was crawling onto the bed with her, guiding her back until her head bumped the headboard and he’d pinned her body underneath his. He wedged his hips between her legs, the long, hard length of his cock parting her slick seam, so close to where she needed him but not there yet. She rocked into him, tipping her hips and digging her fingers into his ass in a desperate attempt to drag him closer.
“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He breathed the words against her temple and the last of her reason dissolved in need.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he reached behind him, manacling her wrist with his strong, callus-roughened hand.
“Keep it here,” he said, guiding her fingers to the thin spindles that made up the headboard.
He repeated the process with her other hand until she was stretched out in a long line beneath him. She thought about protesting, reaching for him and taking what she needed. Then he pushed to his knees, kneeling between her legs, and she got her first unobstructed view of his body. The definition of his abs and the muscles running across his shoulders made her mouth water. He was strong and so completely male she had to remind herself to keep breathing. His long, thick cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, and she watched him for a moment, licking her lips and grinning with purely feminine pride when he groaned in response. But it was the scars on his legs that caught and held her attention. The shiny white skin cut through the dark hair on his thighs.
She started to reach for him, to trace the lines with her fingertips, and then she remembered his command and froze in place. She’d have time later to explore every inch of him with her hands and her mouth. To convince him to tell her how he got the scars. More than anything, she needed him inside her, filling her up while he drove them both over the edge. There would be time for the rest after she watched the way his expression shifted when the big, strong, always in control Viking came apart.
Reaching past her to the nightstand, he grabbed a condom and sheathed himself while she watched. She couldn’t pull her gaze away. There was something so strong, so masculine about him and his scars only served to emphasize it. The differences between them—his hard angles to her soft curves—made it hard for her to find her bearings. The only thing she was sure of was the way she wanted him. Inside her, covering her body with his, forcing her surrender with his sheer size and promise of pleasure because even after all this time she couldn’t bring herself to simply let go. She needed someone to push against who wouldn’t cave. She needed him.
Poised at her opening, he paused, pinning her in place with eyes turned sapphire in the heat of his gaze. After their frantic rush to get to this point, it was as if time hitched for a few seconds, frozen under the weight of the moment. She kept her gaze fixed on his face as he gripped her hips with his hands, and then he moved, sliding into her, filling her until she had no choice but to stretch around him. To accommodate him. Her world spun in on itself, narrowing to the point where their bodies joined and she could finally let go because she knew in her soul that whatever happened afterward, Liam was strong enough to catch her.
“God.” He breathed the word like a prayer, and she answered him with her body, arching to meet him, taking him deeper inside her while they strained against each other.
She met his thrusts, digging her heels into his ass, desperate to have him closer. He reached between them, using his fingers to take her higher, dragging her own slick arousal over her aching clit until she couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Coming, Liam. God, I’m coming.” Her body tightened around him as the climax rolled through her.
He collapsed on top of her, holding his weight on his elbows while covering her with his long, strong body. She stopped fighting it, letting go of the headboard so she could pull him closer, feeling the muscles of his back bunch under her hands as his rhythm faltered and he thrust harder. Dragging her short nails over his skin, she buried her face against his chest and breathed him in as they flew together.
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“HOW DID YOU get these?” Andy’s fingers trailed over his scars, setting off a mixture of emotions in Liam.
Now that he knew what it felt like to have her touch him, he couldn’t imagine ever wanting her to stop. The emotions were new and overwhelming, but despite the fact he had a feeling she could knock him flat on his ass, he was having a hard time wishing for anything else. He could lay stretched out in her fragile bed forever and let her explore every inch of him if she wanted to, but he never talked about his injuries or how he’d gotten them to anyone but his shrink. And even then it was under duress. He’d finally had to face the fact that he needed to talk to someone or he’d crack apart from the pressure of trying to hold everything inside.
Before, the inevitable questions about his injuries made him start planning his escape route. As Andy laid curled in his arms, her cheek resting against his chest, he didn’t have the urge to go anywhere. He wasn’t sure what to do with that, but there wasn’t any point denying it was one more thing to add to the pile of things that were different about being with Andy.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” She kept her hand on his leg but turned her face away.
He couldn’t stand the idea of her pulling away from him. The woman was as good at building walls as he was. Now that he’d made some progress at finding his way inside hers, he didn’t want to stand idly by while she built them back up again.
“What if we playI’ll show you mine if you show me yours?” He liked the idea of trading secrets. He wanted to know as much as he could about her and he wanted to hear about Andrea from her lips instead of reading it in Gabe’s report.
“Didn’t we already do that?”
