“You even painted your toes.” His voice was thick, rough with something I couldn’t name.
But I freaking loved the sound of it.
The monster struck a moment later. His hard touch snared around my waist, hauling me against his body. My feet dangled in the air. It was the wedding kiss all over again, me hauled against his muscled, unbreakable frame.
I stared into his eyes, trying to see the man behind the mask.
He didn’t let me.
Liam walked to the bed. Just as suddenly as he’d picked me up, he tossed me down. A short gasp whistled through my teethas my back hit the mattress. Looming over me, Liam yanked his tie, pulling it free from his neck.
A thrill shivered down my spine, followed by a second when he bent and pushed my thighs apart.
“Did you put these on for me?” He looked up as his knuckle grazed the seam of the delicate satin bridal briefs.
I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and gave him the smallest of nods. Dio sopra, what if he hated them? I hadn’t meant to dress up, but when I saw them in a shop, I had them added to the bill for my dress and shoes.
Liam leaned forward, pressed his nose against my pussy, and—inhaled. “Fucking perfect.”
I wanted to jerk away in embarrassment, but he clamped his hands over my thighs, forcing me to stay in place. His hot mouth was on my center a moment later, tongue tracing the same path his knuckle made a moment ago.
“I taste you through the panties,” he growled.
I scrubbed my hands over my face, ready to die.
Peeling back the material, Liam kissed across my thigh while he pulled off the undergarment. He didn’t comment on the plethora of stretch marks. When the swatch of lace caught on my foot, he clasped my calf. His mouth was hot against my ankle. I watched, spellbound, as he nipped and scored my flesh with his teeth.
“I’ll be saving these,” he promised, slipping the panties into his pocket.
For me to wash and wear later?
Oh! Dio sopra, what if he was some freak who… who…
Who did things with ladies’ underwear?
I didn’t have time to think through the situation before he spread my legs and exposed me. Embarrassment heated my cheeks. Thank the saints for the whiskey. I closed my eyes and pretended to relax.
Liam brought his face between my legs and started licking.
I gasped in shock.
That was nothing like touching myself in the shower.
His tongue was soft but firm, rough and insistent as it slid through my folds. The tip flicked against my clit, and I moaned.
“Madonna mia, that feels so good,” I breathed, arching my hips to meet his touch.
“Hands above your head,” he warned.
I opened my eyes at the clipped tone. Without thinking, I’d inched my fingers near his face.
The mask.
Oh, how could I be so stupid? He was probably as self-conscious about that as I was about my body.
No, you idiot, it’s probably a thousand times worse.
I lifted my hands, clasping them high above my head. “Anything else?”
