“Fix it.” The beep of the call ending was strong enough to make me sever the contact.
I flipped to the next page, resigning myself to reread this section later when I was less distracted. I stretched on the sofa,debating going upstairs to take care of my little problem or staying to continue the fantasy a bit longer.
A rough growl decided for me. “Feck it.”
Before I had time to process what was happening, Liam was out of the armchair and prowling across the room. The book tumbled out of my hands, the place I’d been reading lost and unmarked. My eyes were glued onto the gloved fingers that adjusted the front of his slacks.
My pussy clenched happily. The hard bulge there told me everything I needed to know. It strained against the material.
“What are you doing?” I panted, pushing up to my knees.
“Isn’t it obvious?” The masked devil rounded the coffee table, pushing it out of the way with his heel.
“No,” I breathed.
Liam clenched his teeth. A strangled growl caught in his throat. “You’ve been fucking me with those eyes this whole time.”
“Have not!” I probably had. But it was more fun playing innocent.
The flash of heat in his gaze soaked my panties. “I can tell by the way you’re looking at me, cailín.” Liam bent one knee on the couch and wrenched me close, leaning over me. His voice taunted next to my ear, “See what you’ve done to me.”
Bare fingers encircled my wrist. Liam drew my hand to his stomach. He pushed it lower, making me feel every solid, cut inch of his body. But he didn’t have to force me to reach for him. I willingly stretched my fingers to brush over his rock-hard shaft.
A groan rumbled in his chest.
This man was violently obsessed with me. And…I didn’t mind.
I stroked my fingers over the tight outline before I reached for my tee, pulled it from my jeans and over my head. Liam bent again. He placed a kiss on the side of my neck. I tipped my headto the side, giving him better access as he traced a path over my collarbone, down to the edge of my bra.
“You drive me fecking insane.” He peeled the straps from my shoulders before unhooking the back. My nipples tightened in the air, but a moment later, he cupped my breasts. As his bare thumb slid over the one side, he sucked on the other.
I squirmed.
Pleasure crackled through me.
The seam of the denim dug into my center, but neither it nor my wet panties offered me the friction I desperately needed. I made quick work of unbuttoning the high waist, pushing my bottoms down, but as I tried to wriggle free, Liam’s bare hand cupped my pussy.
I nearly wept when he slid his fingers between my folds.
“You’re already shaking.” He pushed a finger inside me.
Shaking? I melted.
Gripping his shoulders, I bunched the dress shirt as my own fingers scrambled for purchase. This was wrong, using him like this. Because that was exactly what I was doing. I should say something. I needed to make him understand this was just a carnal reaction. Nothing more. I opened my mouth, but the words didn’t come out.
Probably because he’d pulled out his finger only to push it back. Deeper. It curled, and I whimpered.
“Is this what you wanted?” Liam moved to the other side, tongue lazily stroking over my other nipple.
Stars shot across my visions as he added a second finger. “No,” I choked out.
“Liar.” His chuckle was dangerous. Teeth sank over my nipple.
I screamed, hoarse and hollow. “No,” I repeated, sinking my nails into his flesh. “No, I wanted your cock.”
“Hmm, in a minute.”
Tremors shot down my spine. They made my core convulse. Or maybe it was his thumb suddenly rubbing my clit. I gasped, arching into his touch.
