Liam tensed. I bit my lip, waiting to see if he accepted the olive branch. After a moment, he cursed and pushed himself up.
I exhaled.
Leaning forward, I ran my palms over those thick, strong thighs. I could feel the bubbled scar tissue under the slacks on the right side. My fingers grasped his belt, and I flicked it open. Liam tipped his hips to let me pull it free. After I set it beside him, I lifted my gaze.
He could probably see me better than I saw him. He was darkness against the shadows of the room. With the muted light coming through the cracked blinds, an eerie halo framed his outline.
I wet my lips, knowing he watched.
But as my fingers reached for his zipper, he caught my hands.
“Come here,” he growled.
And tugged me onto his lap.
This was good. This was progress.
I straddled his legs as he forced my head down for a hard, bruising kiss. He tasted of oak and char, sin and night. I kissed him back, rocking my body against his. But I didn’t touch him, not with my hands. I gripped the back of the couch as he stole the very breath from my lungs.
“Jaysus, you’re so wet, I can feel you through my trousers,” he rasped against my mouth.
“I want you.” I pulled at his bottom lip with my teeth.
With a vicious tug, he opened the fly on his pants and freed his dick. He slid it against my pussy, making me moan desperately into his mouth. And then he was pushing against my entrance, sliding into my heat.
I whimpered. Stretched. Full.
“You’ve trapped me, little bird,” he breathed. “What are you going to do with me?”
Lifting my body, I lowered onto him and pushed him deeper. Pleasure rushed through my veins, so I did it again.
Liam gripped my hips, letting out a rough, strained breath. The sound was intoxicating. In my desperation to make him do that again, I didn’t realize at first that both his hands were bare.
This was as naked as he’d ever been with me. And I hated that I couldn’t see him.
I switched movements, grinding and rocking onto his hard length. There was nothing tender or soft about the collision. I took him hard, chasing the pleasure that was already there. Our heavy breathing filled the space between us, mingling like some broken chord that couldn’t keep up with the melody.
Liam didn’t talk me to the edge of the orgasm. He didn’t speak. But his body had just as much to say as mine did.
Bending my forehead, I pressed it against his. Liam tensed, but only for a second. That gave me the courage to press my lips against his brow. To kiss him…differently.
His fingers tightened, he pushed me hard, burying himself to the hilt. Holding me in place, his body spasmed. Inside, his cock twitched.
He was in me.
All of him.
Something in me snapped, and I began to whimper. His right hand slid between us. That thumb that I’d never seen without a glove brushed against my clit.
The pleasure exploded. I cried out, digging my fingers into the couch, my breath fanning across his scalp.
In the aftermath, I wasn’t able to draw a proper breath. Liam lifted me and set me on my feet.
“Go on, back to bed,” he said not unkindly.
I reached for him then, clasped my fingers around his right hand. “Come with me.”
He sat there. Through our touch, I felt him shake.
