“Never leaving,” he promises. “I’m not living without you ever again. I work from home, Sloane. I can work from anywhere and the place I want to be is right beside you. ”
He dries my cheeks. “Not even asking if I want you to stay?” I tease, as the air around us crackles in tension, the mood changing.
“I’m not giving you the option,” he says, before slamming his lips onto mine, taking what he wants—what he needs. My hands find their way back to his neck as I pull him impossibly closer to me, only for him to pull back.
“Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not the easiest man to love, Sloane. I still have a long way to go to dealand handle the aftermath of this accident,” he says, with a look so intense I swear he can see through to my soul.
“You’ve always been complicated, Liam, but I’ve loved you through it all. Even when I ran away, my heart was yours. We’ll get to the other end, whatever that looks like, together. Promise,” I say, leaning in for another soul-reaching kiss.
“I’m not always gentle,” he comments, leaving a trail of kisses across my cheek to my ear, nipping at my earlobe, sending tingles down my spine.
“Like I said before, I can handle you, Liam Jones.”
At my words, he takes a step back from me letting the warm, tension-filled air sneak between us.
“Promises, promises,” he teases in a tone I’ve never heard from him. But I like it. My body likes it too. My nipples tighten and my thighs clench. “Your room. Now.”
I don’t even think of questioning him, I just quickly make my way to my bedroom, with Liam right behind me. “Take off your shirt and pants,” he says, leaning against the doorframe.
Immediately, I shed my sweater and pants, not caring where they land. I’m left in my lacy black bralette and thong which he appreciates if the breath he just took is any indication.
“Turn. Let me see the back,” he says, taking a few steps closer to me. “Fucken gorgeous.” He presses up against my back, hand coming to tease my breast where skin meets lace. “Know what would make you even more gorgeous?”
Shaking my hand, he chuckles before bending down to streak his tongue up my neck, making me arch into himand moan. “You, on your knees for me, in this sexy little black lace.” My heartbeat quickens at his words. “Did you think of me as you slid these up your smooth thighs this morning?” he asks, snapping the band of my thong against my skin, making me moan.
“Words, Sloane,” he commands.
“Yes. I think about you with everything I do,” I confess.
“Good girl,” he says, letting his fingers trail to my belly button and dipping to where I want his touch most. But he doesn’t give me what I desperately need. “Now, on your knees.’
I don’t waste a second. I turn on my heels, meet his gaze, and drop to my knees, making him hiss out a breath and giving me the confidence to pull at his grey sweatpants until they hit the floor.
“Were you thinking of me when you forgot underwear this morning?” I ask, running my fingers up his thighs.
“I think about you with everything I do,” he says, repeating my words from earlier as he runs a finger along my jawline. I can feel my underwear get wetter at the touch.
Not needing any more encouragement, I waste no time taking him into my mouth.
“Goddamn it, Sloane . . .” he trails off, encouraging me to take him deeper. I have had him in my mouth since the first time, and I think I can take him deeper on my knees than I did on the bed. Testing my theory, I run my lips back to his tip, giving him a hard suck as I tongue the underside of the head, making his fingers fist in my hair. Then, I catch his eye and ever so slowly run my lips down his length untilmy chin rests against his balls, feeling him deep into my throat.
The feeling I get when I see his eyes roll to the back of his head and the moan he lets out make it impossible for me to leave my hands on his thighs. My hips are humping thin air, trying to find some kind of friction. I don’t think twice before sliding one of my hands to my own thigh, sliding it under my underwear. I barely have the time to touch myself, before Liam pulls my hair a little harder, making my eyes meet his.
“Oh no, Sloane, that’s all mine to play with. Keep your hands where I can see them,” he says with a thrust of his hips.
Listening, I bring my hands back up to his thighs.
“Am I too deep?” he asks. I shake my head. “Good. Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop.” Next thing I know, I’m not the one moving my lips up and down his length, because he’s thrusting his hips in and out of my mouth. My nails dig into his thighs as I try to keep from touching myself. My entire body is shaking with need as he continues using my mouth for his own pleasure. My nipples tingle, and my hips keep searching for any kind of friction. Anything to dull the ache he’s created low in my belly.
Suddenly, he stops. Hopefully to take me out of my misery. But no, instead he pulls back so just the tip is against my lips and asks, “Can I come in here?” as he runs a finger along my upper lip.
Without letting go of his tip, I nod my head yes.
“Are you gonna swallow?” he asks. I barely have time to give him another nod before he’s using my mouth to find his pleasure.
“Take off your bra,” he instructs through gritted teeth as he keeps shallowly thrusting his hips. “Pinch your nipples, hard. Just like you like it.”
Following his instruction, it’s now my eyes rolling to the back of my head as a moan escapes me.
