Chapter 35
Ihadn’t meant for that confession to slip out, but once I’d said it, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. She was my future.
Touching my mouth to her shoulder, I kissed my way up her throat. I couldn’t contain my smile when she tilted her head with a happy sigh to give me better access. I took my time kissing and nipping at the delicate skin before finally working up along her jaw.
I reached her ear and kissed the sensitive spot just below then grinned like a lunatic when she shivered. “I know talk is cheap,” I whispered. “I can tell you you’re gorgeous until I’m blue in the face, and it won’t mean shit unless you believe it, too.”
Brushing my fingers down her side, I skated my hand over her ribs. My thumb grazed the underside of her breast, and another one of those shivers rattled down her spine. “Give me a chance, Snow. Let me show you I mean every word. Let me worship you.” Let me love you.
Twisting slightly, Snow shoved a hand through my hair and tugged my face to hers. Even with those sinful heels covering her feet, I still had to bend down. I didn’t care. I’d fall to my knees for this woman.
Hell, I’d crawl if she asked me to.
“Show me.”
Two whispered words against my mouth, and my heart almost couldn’t stand it. One part of me ached to do what I’d told her. To press her against the mirror and take and take and take until she couldn’t fucking stand.
The other part, the biggest part, couldn’t wait to worship her.
Sealing my lips over hers—because not kissing this woman was impossible—I took possession of her mouth. It wasn’t tender and sweet; it was urgent and desperate. Two things I always seemed to feel when it came to her.
Only once I was satisfied she was well and truly breathless did I pull away. I didn’t miss the protest on her tongue, and fuck if it didn’t have my heart growing two sizes too big for my chest.
Because knowing this wonderful creature was as hungry for me as I was for her was a high I never wanted to come down from.
Which was probably why I couldn’t resist planting a last peck on her lips. Not giving myself the opportunity to deepen it in any way, I drew back and smoothed my hands down her spine.
I dragged my palms down the waistband of her panties before sliding them up to the clasp of her bra. Fingers poised on the metal; I stepped in close behind her. So close she had no choice but to meet my gaze in the mirror.
She didn’t.
Her lids fluttered closed, and I watched as her chest rose and fell with the deep breaths she took. I waited, silently, patiently, for her to overcome what she needed to overcome and look at me.
And holy shit, when those brilliantly green eyes finally met mine a few seconds later, I could hardly fucking breathe.
Snow slowly lifted her chin. “Take it off.”
An unwelcome bout of nerves rushed through my system. My fingers trembled while I tried to loosen the four small hooks. One, two, three tries, and the last one finally slid free. I’d wanted to go slow, steadily tug the garment away from her body inch by inch.
Apparently, my abundance of patience didn’t run that far.
With one hard tug, I shoved her bra down her arms and tossed it over my shoulder.
“Fuck me,” I breathed the moment my gaze landed on the most perfect pair of breasts I’d ever seen.
Perfect and so fucking beautiful.
Unable to resist, I reached around her and filled my hands with her luscious curves. So soft, so fucking responsive. A deep groan tore from my lungs, and then another when Snow arched her back and pushed deeper into my touch.
I found her nipple, teasing it with my thumb before slipping my fingers over the hardened tip. She moaned and arched some more.
“Watch me,” I rasped.
She did. Meeting my gaze head-on in the giant mirror in front of us, she held my stare for a moment then shifted her attention to my hands. I took my time, massaging and kneading, flicking and teasing.
Snow’s eyes never left my fingers. Not even when her mouth popped open or when her breathing picked up. The more I teased, the more turned on she got, sticking her ass out and rubbing it against the front of my thighs.
I knew her tells, and I was sure if I kept doing what I was doing, I could easily make her come like this.
And as fucking hot as that sounded, I selfishly wanted to be buried deep inside her when the first one rippled through her body.
Abandoning her glorious breasts, I slid my hands down her front and between her legs. Another one of those groans I couldn’t seem to help rumbled through my chest. Even through the material of her underwear, I could feel how much she wanted this.
Wanted me.
With quick movements, I slipped between her and the mirror, wanting to look directly into her eyes.
“Last chance, Snow. If you’re not ready for this, tell me now. Once these”—I toyed with the elastic of her panties—“come off, I don’t know how much self-control I’ll have left.”
Gaze roaming over my face, her fingers found the top button of my shirt. “I don’t want your self-control, Liam.” She made quick work of it, then instantly moved to the next one and the one after that.
Jaw clenched; I held my breath as she made her way to the last one.
Once my shirt was open, she pressed her palms against my abs. The warmth of her touch was like live wires to my nerve endings. Tiny ripples of electricity skated over my skin. Goosebumps popped up in their wake, and every hair on my body stood on end.
Her hands wandered. Leisurely sliding up my middle, across my pecs, and over my shoulders. She didn’t linger. Twisting her wrists, she gripped my shirt and shoved it down my arms.
Those nimble fingers were back on me not even a second later, ridding me of my pants and briefs in one swift motion. Gazing up at me through thick lashes and hooded lids, Snow wrapped her fist around me, slowly working her way up and down my hard-on.
Her touch was so delicate, so sure, so fucking perfect, my eyes almost rolled back.
She nipped and licked at the base of my throat. I heaved out a breath and swallowed hard.
“I want you to fuck me raw until my voice breaks from screaming your name.”
Having my own words thrown back at me so bloody sensually was enough to snap my last bit of restraint. I grabbed her face with both hands and drove my tongue deep into her mouth.
I didn’t stay there very long.
Working my way onto my knees, I kissed along her throat and collarbone. I paused to lavish some much-needed attention on her breasts before dragging my mouth farther down.
On my knees in front of her, I curled my fingers around the waistband of her pretty black lace underwear and immediately tugged it down her legs. The moment she was bared to me, I swooped in and kissed her between her thighs in the same greedy way I’d just devoured her mouth.
A needy moan spilled from her lips and she threaded her fingers through my hair. Her nails dug into my scalp, and so help me, it spurred me on. I licked and nipped and sucked, pushing her right to the edge but never letting her fall.
That first one was mine.
“Liam,” she panted when I pulled away for the second time. “Please.”
When her voice was so damn needy and pleading, I wanted to do everything in my power to hear more of it. It was something I absolutely wanted to explore.
Just not tonight.
Lowering myself to the floor, I propped myself up against the mirror. I took in my beautiful Snow, from the pointy tips of her heels to those soul-stealing green eyes. She was magnificent.
She was mine.
I patted my thighs. “Sit.”
Without a second’s hesitation, she braced her knees on either side of my hips and slowly lowered herself onto my lap. I wasn’t even close to being inside her, and already the feel of her was too much.
My system fucking overloaded.
I sucked in a breath and then another when I skated my palms across the silky skin of her legs. Over her calves, along the outside of her legs until I reached the top of her thighs.
“I don’t want anything between us,” I confessed. “I want to feel you, Snow. But if you need it.” I jerked my chin toward my discarded pants. “There’s protection in my wallet.”
She shook her head before I was done talking. “I don’t need it.”
Lifting onto her knees, she took me in hand again, then slowly slid down my length. Her gaze stayed locked on mine as she took me inch by fucking inch. I held my breath. Hands balled into tight fists to keep myself from grabbing her hips and driving her down, hard.
She stilled when I was in as deep as I could go. Her eyes widened, and her pretty lips parted.
“Incredible,” I murmured. “You feel fucking incredible.”
A little humming noise came from the back of her throat right before she rocked her hips. Up and down, up and down she went, stealing my damn sanity with each leisurely slide.
Holy shit. It was torture. It was bliss.
I wanted to throw my head back against the glass and live in those incredible sensations for the rest of my damn life. The only thing stopping me from doing that was the desperate need to watch my wife.
A work of fucking art, that’s what she was.
Eyes shut, lips parted in pleasure, while her dark wild curls brushed over her shoulders. Her breasts bounced with each rock of her hips, and holy shit, it was hypnotizing. I had to touch. Had to feel her nipples scrape against my palms.
When her movements became more frantic, I lowered my gaze to where I moved in and out of her. The sight was enough to send me spiraling dangerously close to the edge. I didn’t want to fall before her.
Reaching between us, I made a V with my index and middle fingers, then slid it over her skin. Back and forth, back and forth.
“Oh…ohhhh,” she cried out.
My hips shot up, ruthlessly driving into her over and over again.
“I can’t hold it, Snow. Tell me you’re close. I need you with me.”
A few more hard thrusts and a couple of swipes of my thumbs, and she finally seized around me. Her entire frame shook as her orgasm rippled through her body. I was right behind her. Toppling headfirst into ecstasy with her name on my lips.
There were big words on the tip of my tongue. Big life-changing words I knew she wasn’t ready to hear. That was why I pushed my hands into her hair and sealed my lips over hers instead.