Chapter 28
The door clicked shut behind them with a finality that sent heat coursing through Sienna’s veins.
The room wasn’t fancy—beige walls, a queen bed with a floral comforter, and a small table by the window overlooking the car park.
But the lamp cast everything in warm, golden light, and a bottle of champagne waited in an ice bucket on the dresser.
“You planned this.” She took in the champagne and the rose petals scattered across the bedspread.
Her throat tightened. No one had ever done something so deliberately romantic for her before—silly, over-the-top, and perfect.
“I booked it this morning and asked the desk for a few extras.” His gaze caught hers, dark and intent. “I didn’t want tonight to be ordinary.”
They stood facing each other in the soft lamplight, the weight of months apart and exchanged letters settling between them. The air crackled with possibility.
“Second thoughts?” Liam’s voice dropped lower than usual, rough with want.
“About you? Never.” She stepped closer, her hands finding the lapels of his jacket, his heart hammering beneath her palms. “About taking so long to get here? Definitely.”
His laugh rumbled low and warm. “We made it tonight.”
“We did.” She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “And I’ve been dreaming about this for months. Every night. Every morning. Sometimes in the middle of the day when I should’ve been working and thinking about honey.”
“Only dreaming?” His hands settled on her waist, thumbs brushing over the silk of her red dress, the heat of his touch burning through the thin fabric.
She tugged at his tie, fingers fumbling with the knot. “God, Liam, do you know what you’ve done to me? I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
“Sienna.” Her name came out as a growl. He backed her against the door, caging her with his arms. “You think you’re the only one who’s been going crazy? I’ve jerked off to your letters so many times the pages have become worn.”
Heat pooled low in her belly at his confession. “Show me. Show me what you imagined.”
He kissed her then, with nothing gentle about it. The kiss was teeth and tongue and raw hunger. She moaned into his mouth, her hips pressing forward, seeking friction. When he lifted her against the door, her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her dress riding up her thighs.
“Fuck,” he ground out against her mouth. Even through their clothes, his hardness pressed insistently against her. “You’re perfect. I’ve been fantasizing about this, about you.”
“The bed.” Sienna tilted her head, and his mouth found her throat, sucking hard enough to mark. “Please, I need—”
“Tell me exactly what you need.” He carried her across the room, still kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere he could reach.
“You, inside me. Filling me. Making me forget my name.”
He set her on the edge of the bed, standing between her spread thighs. His hands slid to the zipper of her dress, but he paused, gaze meeting hers.
“I’ve missed you.” His voice broke with emotion. “Not only this. You. Hearing your voice in the morning. Your laugh when one of your brothers is being an idiot. The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking.”
“I’ve missed your hands.” She guided them to her breasts. “The way you touch me…like I matter. Like I’m precious.” She sighed. “Like I’m yours.”
“You are mine.” His thumbs circled her nipples through the silk. “And I’m going to spend all night proving it.”
The zipper whispered down, and he peeled the red silk away slowly, revealing the black lace beneath. His sharp intake of breath made her shiver.
“Christ, Sienna.” His hands skimmed over the delicate fabric, fingers tracing the edge where lace met skin. “You wore this for me?”
“I bought it thinking of you.” She arched into his touch. “And I imagined you taking it off me with your teeth.”
He dropped to his knees between her thighs, pressing his face to her stomach, breathing her in. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you for months. Some mornings I woke up with your scent in my memory, and it drove me insane.”
His mouth moved lower, teeth catching the edge of her panties, and she whimpered. But instead of removing them, he pressed his mouth against her through the lace, his tongue finding her clit with unerring accuracy.
“Oh God.” Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Liam, please—”
“Please what?” He looked up at her, gaze dark with lust. “Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”
“Lick me. Taste me. Make me come.”
He tore her panties aside, not bothering to remove them properly. The first sweep of his tongue had her crying out, hips bucking against his face. He held her steady, one arm across her hips while his other hand slid two fingers inside her, curling perfectly.
“So wet.” His words vibrated against her. “Is this all for me?”
“Keep touching me and find out.”
He worked her with lips and tongue and fingers, alternating between gentle teasing and intense pressure, reading her body like a map he’d memorized. When her thighs began to shake, when she teetered on the edge, he pulled back.
“No, don’t stop—”
“I want you to come around my cock the first time.” He stood, yanking his shirt off, buttons scattering. “Need to be inside you when you fall apart.”
She sat up, reaching for his belt. “My turn.”
Her hands shook as she undid his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum at the tip. She leaned forward, catching it with her tongue, and his entire body shuddered.
“Sienna—”
She took him deep, relaxing her throat, swallowing around him. His hands fisted in her hair, not pushing, holding on like she was anchoring him to earth.
“So hot. I’m not going to last if you keep—”
She pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at him through her lashes. “Then take me. Now. I can’t wait anymore.”
He reached for the drawer, tearing open a condom packet with unsteady hands. She helped him roll it on, their fingers tangling together, both frantic with need.
When he pushed inside her, they both stilled, breath caught in their throats. The connection was electric—every nerve ending in her body alive, every inch of contact perfect. He stretched her, filling her, and his body vibrated with the effort of holding still.
“You’re…” He buried his face in her neck, breathing raggedly. “Sienna. You’re home.”
She rolled her hips, taking him deeper and urgently seeking more. “Then come home. Hard. Don’t hold back.”
Liam snapped. His control shattered as he drove into her, setting a rhythm that had her crying out with each thrust. She met him stroke for stroke, nails raking down his back, marking him as hers.
“Harder.” Her voice broke on the word. “I want to remember this tomorrow. I want the ache to remind me.”
He flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up, and thrust back in from behind. The angle was devastating, hitting spots that made her see stars. She groaned.
“Like this?” He punctuated the question with a deep thrust.
“Yes! God, yes, right there—”
One hand slid around to her clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounded into her. The dual sensation overwhelmed her, and she came with a scream, her body clenching around his length, waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain.
Two strokes later, he followed her over, her name torn from his throat as he pulsed inside her, his body shaking with release.
They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless. But even as they recovered, his hands kept moving over her skin, relearning every curve.
“I love you.” His voice came out hoarse. “Should’ve told you months ago.”
She turned to face him. “You’re everything to me, Liam. Everything I never thought I could have.”
They kissed, slow and deep, and he hardened against her thigh again.
“Again?” But she was already spreading her legs, inviting him in.
“I’ve got months to make up for.” He slid down her body. “And I plan to be thorough.”
He took his time, mapping every inch of her with his mouth. He found spots she didn’t know were sensitive—the inside of her elbow, the dip of her waist, the back of her knee. By the time he settled between her thighs again, she writhed beneath him, incoherent with need.
“Please,” she begged. “I need—”
“Shhh, I’ve got you.” He licked into her slowly, savoring, while his fingers worked her open. When he added a third finger, stretching her, she keened.
“You’re so responsive. So perfect. I could do this for hours.”
“I’ll die. You’re going to kill me.”
“No, you won’t.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. “You’re going to come for me again. And again. Until you can’t remember anything but my name.”
He was true to his word. He brought her to the edge and back, over and over, until tears streamed down her face and she sobbed with need. Only then did he grab a condom and slide back up her body, entering her in one smooth thrust.
“Look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes when you come.”
She forced her eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. He moved slowly, deliberately, each thrust measured to hit exactly where she needed. When he reached between them to touch her clit, her orgasm crashed through her in pulsating waves.
He kissed her through it, swallowing her cries, his own release following moments later.
Later, she straddled him, riding him slow and deep, her breasts bouncing with each movement. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, and she loved it, loved the evidence of his desire.
“You’re beautiful.” His voice sounded wrecked. “Look at you, taking me so well. Made for me.”
She leaned down, changing the angle, and they both made broken sounds. “Made for each other.” She bit his shoulder hard enough to leave a red mark.
He shuddered hard and then flipped them, driving into her with renewed vigor. “Mine,” he punctuated each thrust. “Mine, mine, mine.”
“Yours.” She grinned wickedly. “And you’re mine. My captive, remember?”
He laughed, breathless. “Always.”