I didn’t mean to fall asleep. In fact, I had planned on reading until my beast came back.
But the wicked-steep drops, the tight twists and curls of the emotional roller coaster I had been on for months, but especially the last few weeks, caught up to me.
I might have managed two or three sentences before I slid into a sweet oblivion. The sound of running water—or maybe it was Storm stirring—had me sitting bolt upright.
Storm was dancing in front of the en suite bathroom.
I let out a sigh of relief knowing it was Liam who was home, since it had only been forty-five minutes since I'd laid down.
I didn’t think Luca would need the bottle on the nightstand—the formula in the glass and the baby Keurig machine ready to brew—anytime soon. Tucking a pillow on either side of him, I crept to the door and pushed inside but had to shut it to keep the puppy from prancing about.
Liam didn't have a light on. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but I saw him in the glow of the blue nightlight, head bent, body tight behind the glass door of the running shower.
His fist….
O, merda! His fist pumped along his length.
I bit my lip, debating joining him. But how many chances would there ever be to enjoy a show of this caliber? I shucked off my clothes, let them whisper to the floor, and hopped on the granite vanity. It was somewhat amazing that he hadn’t realized I was in here.
I slid my fingers between my legs, flicking them over my clit as my thumbs circled with just enough pressure to make me gasp. Another brush of my fingers against my wet heat, and I began to question why I was sitting out here instead of joining and finding what I needed.
“Do you see something you like, little bird?”
Liam’s rough voice had my head snapping up. Although I couldn’t see him, I knew our gazes clashed somewhere in the dark.
I continued to rub tight circles around the sensitive nerves as I let out a little gasp. “Yes!”
Liam smacked the water off and stepped out, dripping and naked. He didn’t reach for a towel. He didn’t wait to dry off before prowling forward.
He leaned over me, hands fisting against the granite on either side of me. The scent of his soap made me inhale deeply, but it was the masculine energy that made me smile in greeting.
Liam bent and, without a word, placed his lips over my peaked nipple. His tongue flicked once, twice, before he pulled back, sliding the dusky skin between his teeth and giving a gentle tug. A shudder rolled through me.
“Liam…please,” I moaned.
He tsked. “Does my beautiful cailín need some relief?”
He angled his head, finding my other breast. My body arched into him until his teeth sank down with just enough force to shoot pleasure through my core and make me hiss at the bite of pain.
“Yes,” I insisted.
“It’s a pity then that we can’t do something about it,” he teased, kissing down my center, flicking his tongue against my navel before licking a slow path over my hips and along my pelvis.
I spread my legs, leaning back and opening myself up to him. “Wecando something right here.”
I reached for him. But he caught my hands, transferring them both into one of his and holding them away from his body.
His rough words were hot against my skin. “Maybe I'll have to teach you a lesson for ruining my plans.”
“What? What plans?” I gasped as his teeth grazed my flesh. It was the barest of caresses, not enough stimulation to give me what I needed, but it was there. I writhed, trying to move him where I needed his attention.
He chuckled darkly. “They were wicked fun, cailín.”
“Liam!” I hissed.
He tightened his grip around my wrists. “That’s not my name, little bird.”
My insides clenched, and my arousal dripped between my legs. “Master.”
