12. Liam
Liam
I'm a gentleman.
I'm a gentleman .
I'm a fucking gentleman, God damn it, and I will not ravish Amy in the middle of the fucking hotel lobby, no matter how much that ass jiggles in her dress.
My fingers are already dry, but I can imagine the slick feel of her arousal as I touched her. She smells like sex and oranges. I hate oranges, but now I think it's my favorite fruit.
She grabs my hand as we wait for the elevator, her fingers entwined with mine, and it almost brings me to my fucking knees.
Every little touch of that soft skin and I'm undone.
I went too far at the bar. I never should have touched her in public. She's too sweet, too beautiful for something so dirty.
Too young to be corrupted by someone like me.
So I kiss the back of her hand and watch her melt, swaying into me over the romantic gesture.
I can't help the rush of power that floods through me seeing how Amy responds to my every touch, every movement. Her body is attuned to mine, yearning for more. I pull her flush against my chest, arms encircling her soft curves possessively.
There are a few looks in our direction, but I'm pretty sure it's because she's fucking gorgeous. Like sex walking on amazon-high, pinprick heels.
"This elevator is taking forever," she whispers, voice husky with need.
A chuckle rumbles through me. "Patience, sweetheart. All good things come to those who wait."
As if to torment me, she wiggles that lush ass against my straining erection. Fuck. A groan escapes my throat. She's going to unravel me before we reach her room.
"You might have a point about that elevator," I concede, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, holding her still before I lose what's left of my control.
After an eternity, the doors slide open with a ding. I reluctantly release Amy and gesture for her to precede me like the gentleman I'm desperately trying to be. For her.
"After you."
She throws me a look smoldering with sinful promise before sauntering inside with an extra sway to her hips. Minx.
By some fucking miracle, we're the only ones in the elevator. I hit the button for the thirteenth floor after a brief glance before stalking her into a corner of the elevator.
The way she backs up with wide eyes and a slow grin sends fire straight through my veins.
She's ready. She's willing. She's perfect.
Ten seconds. That's what I promise myself as I capture Amy's lips with my own, a fleeting reprieve to savor the sweet taste of her, the intoxicating scent clouding my mind.
One.
My tongue delves into the warm cavern of her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance that steals the air from my lungs.
Two.
Soft arms wind around my neck, fingers threading through my hair, tugging me impossibly closer. I'm drowning in sensation, in her. I want to eat her alive.
Three.
My hips grind against her, and she tries to get closer, as if any space even exists between us anymore. I'm addicted to her soft warmth, but I need more. I need to have her writhing beneath my hands.
Four.
Yanking the hem of her skirt up, I push her that last millimeter against the wall, hiking her leg up and around my waist. Her body trembles, unsteady on one heel, so I steady a hand against her hip.
Five.
My free hand dives between her thighs. There's no time to play; the doors will open any second. The slight lightheaded feeling as we rise in floors only makes this moment all the sweeter, my fingers plunging straight into that moist, wet heat. First the middle finger with a rough entry, and I swallow her gasp, even as I elicit more.
Six.
My thumb rubs against her clit and her hip bucks. Sliding another finger inside is easier than I expect. I thrust into her in a rush, enjoying the mewls and gasps that escape her with every jolt as my fingers curl against that soft spot right inside.
Seven.
I abandon her mouth and her head falls back against the wall as she whimpers. The muscles of my arm bunch and tense as I piston my fingers in a rhythm too rapid for her moans to keep up with.
Eight.
Watching her face is a bliss greater than anything. The way her entire face flushes. How her eyes scrunch close and her lips part in ragged gasps and whimpers.
Nine.
She's louder now, every part of her so tense that I can feel her bearing down against my fingers. She's close, and—though I'm not familiar with her body—I already know it's going to be violent.
Ten.
"Ah!" she shrieks, pushing me away with one hand and yanking me forward with another. I don't let up the pace, watching as she explodes into a delicious mess in my arms.
Ten.
Fucking.
Seconds.
She's amazing.
The ding of the elevator jolts me back to reality, but I'm too far gone to care. In one swift motion, I yank her skirt down and hoist her over my shoulder, her surprised squeal music to my ears.
The generous curve of her ass is right next to my face, and I spank it without thinking, only to hear her moan and wiggle.
Oh, yeah.
My girl likes it all.
And my cock is going to explode if I can't get inside of her. Soon.
Long strides carry us down the deserted hallway, the plush carpet muffling my footsteps. She's a delicious weight against me, all soft curves and barely leashed passion, with wetness sliding down her thighs. I can feel it where my hand's clamped around her leg, holding her still.
"Liam," she groans, "I can walk."
"Nope." I slap her ass one more time for good measure before fumbling for the key card, a husky chuckle rumbling through me as her wandering hands slide down my back and over my ass.
"You have junk in this trunk. I approve."
"That's not all I have, baby girl."
The lock clicks as I tap my keycard against it and I shouldered the door open, not bothering with the lights. My room is cast in shadow, an intimate cocoon meant only for us.
I stride purposefully toward the bed, depositing her onto the plush duvet with a gentleness that contradicts the raging inferno inside me. She's a vision in the moonlight, golden curls fanned out in a halo, those gorgeous green eyes dark with desire and kiss-swollen lips parted on a sigh.
My self-control is fraying at the seams, but I hold back, needing her to be sure. To want this as much as I do.
"Tell me you want this, Amy. Want me. That I didn't go too far."
She stares at me for long seconds that feel like an eternity. She's so close and yet I can't touch her.
Not until I know she's okay.
She's so young. I shouldn't be doing this—
"Liam. If you don't fuck my brains out, my blue lady balls will stalk you into the afterlife. I promise you don't want that."
She gets on her knees, reaching behind her to unzip her dress, a sexy fucking goddess on the perfectly made sheets. "I'm going to be naked in two seconds. If you're not, I'll find someone else to do what I need."