His muscles under his jacket spasmed, and his abs tensed. I still couldn’t believe he was only in his underwear and leather jacket. But if there was anyone who could make it look like he was fresh off the runway and not some crazy, deadbeat man lacking clothes, it was him.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, running my gaze up and down his wet body. I caught myself staring at him again, but I didn’t care. The adrenaline surging through me sparked a fire under my chilled skin, and with every inch of him I took in, the fire spread.
Liam’s eyes drifted to mine, making my heart catch in my throat, and I stopped exploring. Something about the way he looked at me sucked me in and made my labored breaths quicken.
“Liam,” I breathed. “I know this is against the rules—” I stopped when I realized he had inched closer, not missing his quick glance down at my lips. “But maybe if we both just get this out of our system…if we get this over with, we can stop thinking about it.”
He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. “Get what over with exactly?” he asked to be sure.
My whole body tensed with anticipation. Just thinking about all of the things I wanted him to do to me made the feeling between my legs impossible to ignore. “You know what I want. What we both want.”
I caught the darkest grin flash across his features before he concealed it.
“You want me to get you off, Little Fox?”
For the first time, that nickname didn’t make me what to pummel him. It turned me on. All I could manage was a single nod before I lost all control and closed the small distance left between us, crashing my lips onto his.
Liam was surprised by my assault at first but quickly fell into unison with my desperate kiss. His lips were cold from the rain, but the warmth of his tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, coaxing a hum loose. It was like he had been starved. His fingers took hold of the back of my neck as he let out a husky groan that vibrated all the way down to my core. The kiss was explosive and hot, but it wasn’t enough. It was only the beginning.
I felt his other hand grip my hip with tremendous force as he leaned over me, and I knew what he wanted. Rising up onto my knees, I lifted my leg as he helped guide me down to sit on top of him. My knees dug into the seat on either side of him as his erection slid right over my sweet spot. I let out a moan right into his mouth.
Oh, holy hell.
He pulled away, looking up at me through hooded eyes as both of his hands dug into my hips, and he thrust up slowly, hitting me again.
I moaned louder, giving him the note he so desperately wanted to hear again. My hips rolled, building that pressure, and with how wet and thin the barrier of clothes was, I could feel the distinct outline of the head of his cock.
Butterflies came to life inside my rib cage, fluttering wildly. I looked back at him and swiftly tore my sweater over my head, leaving behind my silk green shorts and tank top I had worn to bed last night.
As I continued to work my hips forward and backward to a slow and steady rhythm, his hands trailed up my sides, finding the curve of my face.
His mouth hovered above mine. “Oh, the things I could do to you, Avery.”
I gripped his hand and moved it closer, sucking his finger into my mouth. “I want it all, Liam,” I said after I released him.
His wide eyes briefly searched mine as his fingers tightly coiled in my hair, and then he brought his mouth back to mine, all reservations gone.
He kissed me until I had to break for air, and then his mouth began to trail down my jaw and to my neck. His hand dropped to my shoulder, gently removing the strap of my top down my arm as his tongue caressed my collarbone. As soon as my breast was exposed, he cupped it in his hand and ran the pad of his thumb over the tender peak.
I gasped, wanting more…so much more.
As if he could read my mind, his mouth replaced where his thumb had once been, and he pulled my nipple between his teeth.
My body exploded with sensation and desire. “Oh my God.” I raked my fingers over his body and finally settled on his shoulders for stability. “More, Liam. Please.”
He obeyed and quickly uncovered my right breast, giving it as much attention as the left.
The rain hitting the truck drowned out my whimpers when his hand found the loose hem of my shorts and easily pushed them aside.
His fingers instantly found my slippery center and froze.
I looked down at him, dizzy and breathless.
“You’re not wearing underwear?” he stated.
I smiled lazily. “I never wear any with my PJs.”
“Good to know,” he said before he finally relieved me of my torture and moved his fingers.
