His nearness was getting to me. My hands curled into the sheets when all they wanted to do was reach out and pull him closer. My body still hadn’t gotten the memo that we should stay away from him.
“Why are you doing this?” My voice was barely a whisper above the rushing in my ears.
“To keep you safe.”
“I’m fine here.”
He shifted, my body singing in delight when he adjusted himself so his upper half was almost covering mine. So close. “You’ll be better with me.”
Ignoring the heat spreading from his almost touches, I lifted my chin in defiance. “There have been no threats made against me.”
He brushed his thumb against my hip. “That you know of.”
I melted into the bed, shaking with the effort to stop myself from reaching out and tracing his jawline. “Leave one of your men if you’re so worried.”
“I already have someone on you, of course. But it’s not enough.”
“I’m going to ignore the fact that someone is watching me without my knowledge. Something that should be more than enough, by the way.”
“The thought of being this far away from you is driving me insane. I know this is wrong. I know we can’t ever happen. But I’m unable to stop myself from wanting you. From needing you.” He looked down, a deep sigh escaping him. “Tell me to stop.”
His honesty threw me, my response drying up with his words. And instead of doing the right thing, I leaned forward, my cheek brushing against his, my lips on his ear. “I don’t want you to stop.”
It was as if the shackles holding him back released all at once, and he drew me closer, crushing me to him. I buried my hands in his thick hair, our mouths melding, our tongues clashing, our bodies arching into each other.
He kissed me like I was his breath, his lips devouring mine. There was nothing soft or tentative about him. It was as if he’d finally allowed himself to take what he wanted.
And I reveled in his explorations, aglow with happiness. His previous kisses had been small tastes of what he was capable of. It was almost as if he’d been holding himself back.
My top was ripped off, leaving me bare since I didn’t wear a bra to bed. His hot mouth latched on to one of my nipples, and my back hit the bed right before my pants and undies disappeared.
I lay panting, my chest heaving with choppy inhales, my hands grappling for more of him. He must have taken his suit jacket off at some point, now only wearing his silky shirt. Needing to feel his skin on mine, I pulled it apart, buttons flying everywhere.
There was no sense or reason left, only the carnal urge for more. I needed Liam, and nothing would feel right until I had all of him. Before my hands found his belt, he moved down my body, nipping, sucking, and kissing my skin.
His stubble rubbed against my inner thigh, the roughness a delicious contrast to his soft lips. And when he found my center,I moaned aloud, my hands fisting his hair. The ache that seemed to have been present ever since he’d first touched me grew and grew until I thought I’d break without his touch.
Sensing me teetering on the edge, Liam tweaked my nipple between his fingers, and I shattered into a thousand pieces.
His assault on my senses continued, his hands caressing my every curve and dip, his mouth traveling back up my body. I lay boneless, unable to do more than pant and reach for him, the ache returning.
He entered me without warning, his thrust so hard I moved up the bed. His lips found mine again, my mouth opening to him, our tongues clashing.
I’d never felt such a burning desire, such an absolute need for someone. There was nothing sweet or gentle about what we were doing. But it felt perfect.
His harsh strokes made me burn brighter and took me higher than ever before. My legs wound around him, my arms holding him so tight I knew he’d have marks from my nails.
“Turn around.” The groaned words were the only warning he gave me before pulling out and flipping me over. My face landed in a pillow, and then he pulled my bottom up before entering me again.
If I’d thought his cock was magical before, I would now forever worship at his altar. The new angle hit me just right, and it didn’t take me long to go over again, Liam following as soon as I tightened around him.
I collapsed on the bed, him going down beside me, his leg and arm holding me to him. We lay there for a while, Liam placing small kisses on my shoulder and arm.
With a groan he eventually released his hold, sitting up. “I’ll get rid of the condom. Don’t move.”
The fact that I hadn’t even noticed he’d put a condom on probably wasn’t the most worrisome part. It was that I hadn’t cared when I thought he’d gone bare.
Sheets moved up my overly sensitive body, the light contact making me squirm, my body coming back to life.
