“On your back.” The gravelly sound in his throat spoke of more than just what he thought of her right now. “I want to feel you come. Do whatever you need to.”
Liam didn't wait for her to comply. He moved with a purpose that was both rough and deliberate, a man reclaiming territory. He pushed her back onto the cabana bed, the cushions sighing under their combined weight. Liam followed her down, not resting his full weight on her, but caging her in with his body. There was no doubt that she was his for at least a few minutes.
His hands gripped her hips, and with a single, powerful tug, he yanked her forward, her legs falling open around him. He was inside her again before she could draw her next breath, one deep, punishing thrust that seated him to the hilt. The force of it knocked a cry from her lips.
This was different. This wasn't the frantic, almost desperate coupling from before. Liam held himself still for a moment, letting her feel the weight of him as an undeniable presence inside of her. His eyes were locked on hers, and in them, she must have seen the war he fought with himself.
“Please,” she whispered. “Fuck me.” She grabbed one of her breasts, urging it out of the bikini top. “I’m all yours.”
She might as well have agreed to marry him.
Liam moved in a slow, grinding way that was designed to torture and please in equal measure. Each withdrawal was a deliberate friction that stoked the fire, each thrust a deep, powerful impact that quaked her entire body. He hit a spot inside her that made her see stars, a place that made a tiny whimper tumble from her perfect lips.
Liam couldfeelher. Not just the amazing, yielding heat of her, but the vibrations of her pleasure. Her fingers, a blur of motion against her clit, sent a deep, resonant buzz through her core. It was maddening. Liam was fucking her, but she was also fucking herself, a duet of mutual, frantic self-indulgence that made the entire act transcend everything this man knew about getting down and dirty with a random hookup.
Liam watched, mesmerized, as her fingers circled the swollen, sensitive nub. Her breath became a series of sharp pants that bordered on cries of pleasure. Her body tightened around him. He couldn’t look away. He had to see it. He had to be the one to make her come.
His own hips pistoned to ensure that it was no longer about just his pleasure, but pushing her over the edge. He angled himself differently, a subtle shift of his hips that dragged the head of his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside her. The change was immediate. Her eyes flew wide, her body arching even further, a choked cry escaping her parted lips.
“You like that?” he growled, crazed beyond recognition. "You like it when a man fucks you like this?”
She didn't answer.
“Answer me.” He smacked the outside of her thigh, a wonderful sound cracking between them. “Then come.”
He didn't have to tell her twice. Brim’s inner walls clamped down on him, undoing him with the intense gravitational pull that was her damn pussy. The world dissolved into a blindingwhite fury, and he slammed into her one last time, a primal, possessive roar tearing from his throat as he poured his cock into her, emptying everything. It was desperate. Insane.Pure.
Liam collapsed onto her, his face buried in her throat and his heart unable to decide between incessant hammering or stopping altogether. For a long moment, they were just two bodies tangled together.
The silence was deafening.
And then, the sound of the clock started to tick again.
He knew he had to move. He had to get up and get to the airport. But he couldn't. Liam was rooted to the spot, his body unwilling to leave her warmth.
He finally pushed himself up, his arms trembling. He looked down at her, at her flushed face and her swollen lips, and experienced a painful pang. Regret. Longing. A desperate, foolish hope that he could stay here forever.
“I have to go,” he said.
“I know.”
He cleared his throat. There he was, in a cabana, a half-naked woman barely keeping it together after she had sex with him yet again. The vacation was ending. La Mariposa was a figment of the past already. “I honestly hate jetting off like this. I know what this place is… but you and me, we’ve been quite the pair this weekend.”
This time, she smiled. “I know.”
“Think of me, huh? Genuinely.” Liam slipped off the bed. “I know I’ll think of you for the rest of my life, Brim.”
He didn’t look back. That would be too much for the parts of him that had forgotten how to feel like this.
Liam barely had time to get back to his room and check for anything he forgot to pack. Yet the moment he walked through his room door, he heard the landline ringing off the hook.
“…There you are!” It was Wyatt Tenant, one of his recurring investment partners, who was supposed to pick him up from the airport later that evening. He was also one of the very few people who knew how to reach him here on La Mariposa, in case there was an emergency. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour! The hell are you doing? And a landline? What year is this?”
Liam held his breath as he curled the cord around his body and perused the room for potentially missing items. “Sorry. Was taking one last swim in the pool before heading to the airport. What’s wrong?”
“The meeting with Burton Industries has been postponed until Wednesday. Apparently, Roy Burton’s father kicked it yesterday, so he’s got a funeral to suddenly plan.”
“Oh… man. That’s rough.” Liam checked his watch. “Wait. Does that mean I can stay here until tomorrow?”
