Chapter 20 – Gabriella #2
I nodded, biting my top lip as I looked around.
This room was probably my favorite in the house.
Walnut-stained bookshelves were built into three of the four walls.
Great bay windows looked over the front yard.
They would be a great spot to curl up with a blanket and pillows, but I already knew I liked the beige sofa the best.
The TV sitting above the faux fireplace made it seem like it should be called a living room. But to me, it felt like a library. An honest-to-goodness library from a fairytale.
“I’ll leave you be,” I said and gave him a clipped nod.
“Stop.”
The command rippled down my spine.
Slowly, I turned and looked over my shoulder.
“Stay.” Liam gestured to the sofa.
“I don’t know, I don’t want to intrude—”
“I said, stay.” He set the laptop on the footstool, which was pushed to the side of the armchair, and plucked his empty tumbler off the side table. Going to the liquor cart, he filled the glass.
And brought it to me.
“Please…stay.”
Something about the way he said that made me forget why this was a bad idea.
I reached out my hand, but Liam shook his head.
He took a small sip, eyes boring into me as his throat worked to swallow the liquid.
When he handed it to me, his focus was too intense.
I curled my fingers around the thing and scooted to the couch, placing the beverage on the coffee table.
With a huff that did a poor job of hiding my rapid breaths, I sank onto the seat.
Liam returned to his work, while I opened the book and failed to comprehend the words.
It was a mistake coming in here. I’d just spent the last thirty minutes taming my horny little inner sex goddess. After rereading the same paragraph three times, I reached for my tea.
My fingers collided with the whiskey.
Screw it.
I plucked the thing and took a healthy gulp. Heat seared the back of my throat. It worked its way down to my belly. I shifted in the seat, placed the glass back, and stretched out.
I didn’t have to look up to see his gaze. I felt it track my movements. For the next ten minutes, I tried to concentrate on the novel.
Pushing up on my elbow, I reached for the drink. The button on the front of my jeans dug into my stomach, and I shifted to adjust the wedgie forming from the damn pants. The cotton strip of my panties was hot…and damp. Discreetly adjusting it only created more friction against my pussy.
He probably has no idea.
That was a good thing. I just had to sit here and learn to control my raging lust.
From across the room, keys tapped in a tight rhythm.
I rolled onto my stomach. I crossed my legs over at the ankles.
I flexed my muscles—and my core contracted.
The same paragraph stared back accusingly as I tried again.
Something about the protagonist searching her neighbor’s house and hearing a car pull in the driveway.
It should have had me pinned in suspense.
Unfortunately, the whiskey made me lift my gaze off the page. I stared into the shadows. Those stormy eyes were glued to the screen. I ran my tongue across my bottom lip. My legs shifted again, and this time, I pressed into the couch, searching for friction.
The ring of a phone made me jump out of my skin. Guilty at being caught staring and licking my lips like a hungry, feral little cat, I stared at the page, scanned the words, and flipped to the next. The poor protagonist was trying to hide. Or…was she running? Who knew.
“Yes?” Liam’s smooth answer sounded the way the whiskey felt.
I reached for the glass again, this time taking a bigger gulp. I didn’t used to like this stuff, but something about the amber liquid washing over my tongue had me smacking my lips. Quietly, of course. Like a lady. I licked them, making sure to savor the taste as my gaze rose without my consent.
It was snared by the sight of a storm. Energy crackled through the room. Liam’s gaze burned as it held mine.
“Tell him we won’t take a cent less,” Liam snapped. “Why are you wasting my time with this shite?”
The mobster didn’t give the other person time to answer.
“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 head to 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.
“Why in such a hurry?” he taunted, keeping a steady, maddening tempo.
My breathing picked up. I tried to rock into him, forcing his touch to obey me, but it was useless.
“I’m not,” I choked out. I felt my wetness soak his hand. “I just want to come.”
“You will.” The devil squeezed my breast hard. “More than once.”
His mouth closed over me, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth—as if he were trying to suckle. It was erotic, the idea of him finding something there. Luckily, there wasn’t danger of that happening.
But the thought made me whimper.
What if….
Liam curled his finger. His thumb pressed over the bundle of nerves as he stroked the spot deep inside that made me go momentarily blind.
“Now I’ll fuck you.”
The wave of pleasure exploded inside me. I shattered, coiling tight and holding him as an anchor. The orgasm erased common sense, my name, and the concept of existence, leaving behind only this man and the feeling he gave me.
Pulling back, Liam slid his hand from between my shaking legs. I sagged into the couch. It was that or fall onto the floor. He brought his hand up between us.
“Look at the mess you made, little bird.”
I was barely aware of what was happening, my brain not having enough air to properly function. But another delicious tension clenched my pussy as Liam brought his hand to his mouth—and licked my wetness from his fingers.
A deep pulse made me moan. That was either an aftershock or a second orgasm. It was hard to tell since the first still left me breathing hard.
Liam reached for his slacks, tugging the zipper down. His cock was so freaking hard, it sprang free the moment the button slipped its loop. He was worked up. That had to be borderline painful at this point. My mouth watered in response.
He scooped me up, twisted, and placed me flat on my back. “Don’t act shy, now. You started this.”
I frowned slightly. “I’m not shy.”
He was. I wanted him naked.
“Do you know how difficult it is not to come just from looking at you?” He lowered himself on the couch, covering my body with his. “You’re fucking gorgeous, little wife.”