Chapter 32
Liam kissed me as he slowly brought me back to earth after one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced. I didn’t know if it was because of the combination of his mouth and fingers or this new demanding side I hadn’t seen before.
His tongue pushed past my lips, swiping and twirling around my own. I could taste myself, and even though I’d just come, heat rushed through my veins yet again.
It was crazy, completely ridiculous.
And had me wishing I was one of those girls who could have more than one orgasm.
That thought still circled my brain when Liam broke our kiss and leaned back just far enough to look into my eyes.
“I believe you were about to ask me something before you got…distracted.”
His steely gaze bored into mine, so dark, so intense, I barely suppressed a shiver. “What do you want?”
Warmth crept into my cheeks. What I’d tried and failed miserably to tell him was I’d wanted him to feel pleasure, too. At that moment, a very detailed scene had played out in my head, but now that I was coming off the orgasm high, I didn’t want to say it out loud.
Liam, who always seemed to know when I held back, stepped between my legs. His big hand swept up my spine and curled around my nape. “We’re not leaving this room until you tell me exactly what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”
There was that tone again. It was rough and demanding but also gentle at the same time. My panties didn’t stand a chance.
“Besides,” he went on, touching his mouth against the hollow of my throat. “You still haven’t come on my tongue.”
Crap. It was probably time to tell him the truth.
Gently shoving at his shoulder, I waited until his attention was on me. “I can’t. I’ve never been able to…” I shrugged. “I’m a one-orgasm-a-night girl, I’m afraid. Or maybe one every few hours. I’m not sure. No one has ever… I’ve never…goodness, why am I rambling?”
I buried my head in my hands. What the hell? Why, oh why, would I just blurt it out like that? This poor man probably thought I had a screw loose somewhere. He wouldn’t even be wrong.
Liam tugged my hands away and immediately held my face between his palms. Tipping my head back, he pinned me with his crazy, intense stare.
“You’re rambling because someone made you feel bad when he wasn’t taking proper care of you. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And it sure as shit doesn’t make me want you any less if that’s what you’re thinking. But…”
With his thumb, he traced a line from my mouth down my neck, over my breast and puckered nipple, down my belly, and straight between my legs.
The pressure was so delicious, and although my body was still humming from an orgasm, I scooted closer to chase his touch.
“Still so fucking wet,” he murmured. In one quick move, he dipped his finger beneath my underwear and teased me some more. “Give me a chance to worship you how you deserve to be worshipped.”
His other hand trailed down to my breast, toying with my nipple over my shirt. It felt so good. So. Damn. Good.
“I always want to make you feel good, sweet girl. Always.”
Had I said that out loud? I didn’t even care. I just wanted more of what he was doing. But instead of giving me more, Liam completely stopped touching me.
Mouth popping open, I glared at him. How dare he fill my head with promises just to leave me high and dry. I was about to say as much when he pressed a finger against my lips. The same one he’d just had inside my underwear.
Something snapped inside me. Maybe it was the restraints I’d kept in place all these years to protect myself. Didn’t know. Didn’t care. Darting my tongue out, I swirled it around his finger before sucking it into my mouth.
Liam’s gaze darkened deliciously.
“Fuck, Snow, that’s so damn sexy.”
I had no reason not to believe him. Especially not when he looked at me with so much desire. He wanted me. Just as I was. And that might have been the biggest turn-on of all.
Dropping his finger from my mouth, I reached between us to run my hand down the front of his pants. Hot and hard, he twitched against my palm through the cotton of his sweats.
I squeezed once, then moved to his waistband. But Liam stopped me before I could dip my hand inside.
“Not so fast.” He tsked. “You still haven’t told me what you wanted me to do.”
“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”
He lowered his head and nipped my lip. “What do you think?”
“Well,” I started, a little less embarrassed than before. “You were doing something pretty fantastic between my legs, and I just thought, what a shame it was that I was the only one feeling good.”
His hand slipped into my hair, and he pulled my head to the side to gain access to my throat. He hadn’t handled me this rough before, and the small stab of pain through my skull seemed to have a direct line to my clit.
“You think tasting you didn’t make me feel good?” he growled against my skin.
“No, that’s not…ohhh.”
Tongue darting out, Liam licked a slow path up my throat while his free hand slid down to my butt. With only my sleepshirt and panties covering my skin, it was impossible not to feel the burn of his touch all the way to my bones.
“Then what is it?”
Gripping the hem of my shirt, he pushed it up an inch. My heart skipped a beat, then immediately picked up again at an alarming pace. Blood whooshed in my ears; the sound almost deafening.
Another inch higher. Thump. Thump. Thump. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Why was I like this? He hadn’t given me any indication he found anything about me unappealing at all. And yet, the thought of him lifting that shirt over my head while his way-too-bright office light put me in the spotlight scared the crap out of me.
Gently wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I tugged his hand away from my shirt. Liam lifted his head, and the moment his gaze collided with mine, understanding flashed in his eyes.
It didn’t make me feel any better.
“I’m sor—”
He kissed me then. Tentative and slow. Deep and caring. He didn’t kiss my fears away; they were still there like an ever-present shadow I couldn’t get rid of. But with every gentle stroke of his tongue against mine, it somehow felt like he was stitching me up from the inside.
Like I had this big, gaping wound, and he was the sutures lovingly pulling me back together. Yet again, my heart whispered things I was too afraid to say out loud. Feelings that’d simmered below the surface grew big and glaringly obvious.
And I knew, deep down in the very fiber of my soul, I knew walking away from this man would be impossible. He owned me so completely, it freaking terrified me.
“Stop apologizing for voicing your needs,” he whispered against my lips. “I might not be a patient man, Snow, but that doesn’t count when it comes to you. For you, I’ll wait. A hundred years, if I must. But I’ll wait…until you’re ready.”
Those big, scary feelings grew even bigger and scarier. They bubbled through my veins, fast and fierce, desperate to be heard. That couldn’t happen. So, I pressed my mouth to Liam’s instead.
Nothing was tender in how my lips brushed over his or how my tongue eagerly swept into his mouth. It was unrestrained and desperate. So freaking desperate. Each bold stroke of our tongues like intimate caresses over my skin, a secret confession whispered in my ear.
It drove me out of my mind. He drove me out of my mind.
“I need your head back between my legs.” The words came out low and throaty. “And your hand wrapped around your big, hard—”
His mouth was back on mine. Like before, we ate at each other like we’d been starved for years. It wasn’t pretty or romantic. It was hungry and raw. His big hand dove between my legs and worked me mercilessly.
I was so caught up in the way he made me feel, I hadn’t even realized he’d shoved his sweats down until the warmth of his erection touched the inside of my leg. Unable to resist, I wrapped my fingers around him and pumped all the way down and all the way up.
A groan rumbled through his chest. So low and deep, the hairs on my arms slowly rose. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I smiled at that because, holy hell, the feeling was mutual.
“Lie back,” he said. “Lie back and spread your legs for me.”
I immediately did as I was told. At the sight of me, long, drawn-out curses rolled off Liam’s tongue. The kind that made a woman feel bold and sexy…and cherished.
“Do you have any idea how fucking delectable you look spread out and on display like this?”
His hand went to his erection, and I immediately pushed up onto my elbows. My gaze zeroed in on his long fingers steadily sliding up and down his length. It was so incredibly hot.
Still pumping into his hand, he stepped forward and bent over me. His lips brushed mine, once, twice.
“You’ve got me so wired; I won’t last long.”
Then he was gone. Dipping his head between my legs, he devoured me in the same ruthless way he’d kissed my mouth earlier. He nipped and sucked and flicked his tongue until my hips bucked wildly and breaths came in short little bursts.
I wound my fingers through his hair while slipping my other hand under my shirt to play with my breast. Cursing against my skin, Liam doubled his efforts. And when his fingers joined the party, I wholeheartedly believed I was wrong about being a one-orgasm girl.
My belly tugged and flipped, and a very familiar fluttering skittered through my veins.
“Oh gosh, I’m going to—”
“Come.”
He flicked his tongue, then closed his mouth around me and grazed his teeth over my skin. The dam broke. My back arched off the desk, and I rattled off a string of incoherent words.
Tremors racked my body, and I cried out in pleasure as another fierce orgasm slammed into me. This one was way more intense than the previous one. I didn’t even know how it was possible.
“So bloody gorgeous,” Liam murmured.
Somewhere in the middle of all that ecstasy, I’d squeezed my eyes shut. Slowly peeling them open, I wasn’t too surprised to find his stare already on me.
“I’m so fucking close.”
My gaze darted to his working hand. His movements were fast and choppy. This was precisely what I’d envisioned earlier. His mouth between my legs while he worked himself into a frenzy.
“Finish on me.” Lifting my shirt, I revealed a sliver of skin between my waistband and belly button. “Right here.”
Liam didn’t hesitate, he stepped closer. Close enough for me to wrap my hand around his. Together, we pumped to a crazy rhythm until he finally fell over the edge with his mouth crashing to mine.
We stayed like that for a long, long while before he pulled back and pressed his forehead against mine. His gaze was soft and tender, his smile slow and lazy.
“Call me crazy,” he said. “But I just might be addicted to you.”
And I might just be in love with you.