I stood without warning. Gripping my shoulders, Zoey twined her legs around my waist. Her breath caught, and I felt itagainst my throat. The sound went straight through me. It was small but honest, the first crack in the composure she usually guarded so fiercely.
I held her securely, hands firm under her thighs, fingers digging in just enough to anchor her there. She fit against me so naturally, like our bodies were made to be pressed together like this. Her hair fell forward, and she pushed it back impatiently without breaking eye contact.
Her face was level with mine now. There was no distance left to hide behind.
“You want to see?” I asked as I took two steps forward.
Her pulse was visible at her throat. “Yes.”
I pressed her back against the wall, my gaze raking over her face, taking her in. Hair slightly disheveled. Stubborn defiance still sitting in her expression even now. Lips slightly parted. I crashed my mouth against hers, harder than I’d intended.
The moan that came from her throat shot through me with a force I felt in every inch of my body.
Her fingers slid into my hair—goddamn it—and pulled me closer before slipping back around my neck to hold me still. Her other hand found its way between our bodies, fisting in my shirt as if she needed something to keep her grounded against this new wave of desire she’d unleashed within me.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she rocked her hips, moving against my erection.
Sharp, demanding heat coursed through my body. Every instinct I had spent years learning to control pushed forward at once.
She whimpered into my mouth, and I wanted to take her right there against the wall if it meant making her feel this needy, this desperate for me.
The urge was overwhelming and powerful, but I’d promised myself patience. So, I held myself back, looking deep into her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
When she licked her swollen lips, my brain short-circuited.
I pinned her against the wall with my body as I gripped the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. Trailing my hand over the smooth skin of her back, I unhooked her bra, revealing her perfect breasts. My free hand cupped one gently, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it hardened under my touch, and a low growl rumbled through my chest.
“The noises you make will be my undoing,” she gasped before I claimed her mouth again, this time with more tenderness.
The shift surprised me, the kiss slow and deep.
She rolled her hips in desperation. “Bed,” she said.
Gripping her ass, I walked to the bedroom, my mouth never leaving hers. As I lowered her onto the mattress, I slid my hand beneath her skirt and up her thigh, teasing the lace edge of her panties. She gasped into my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair again.
I pulled away, breathing heavily. “You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”
“You’re not giving me a choice,” she said, her eyes dark pools of lust filled with promise and challenge all at once. “Keep fucking going.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I trailed kisses up her thigh until I reached the waistband of her panties. Biting the lace, I dragged them down her legs until I was kneeling between her legs.
“Fuck, Liam, that was so fucking hot.”
The way she said my name sent a sharp pulse through my entire body.
I kissed the inside of her thigh and lingered there for a moment as she trembled beneath me, desperate for more. I wouldn’t give her what she wanted just yet.
Patience.
I moved to the other thigh and slowly licked my way closer to where I wanted to be.
“Christ, Liam.”
“Look at you, all spread out for me.” I teased the outline of her folds with my tongue, tasting her before licking a long, slow line from bottom to top. She tasted so sweet, so addictive.
I needed more.
