Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Liam held her. Touched her. Kissed her shoulder.
He wanted to stay in the moment, to live in it for as long as possible, so he never had to worry about the what-ifs of tomorrow.
With her back to his chest, he smoothed a palm down Emily’s sleek thigh and gave her knee a tap.
She knew exactly what he wanted, and with an impatient whimper, bent her leg ninety degrees to allow him access to her center.
He slid his tip through her silky wetness and joined their bodies, filling her slowly.
A groan tore from her lips. He hugged her tight, curving an arm around her waist to reach and rub at the sensitive folds between her legs as he thrust rhythmically, losing himself in her. His reward was another sputtering moan slash scream as she struggled to hang on.
He buried his face against her hair, still damp from the rain.
He wanted to bathe his cock in her wetness, wishing the rubber didn’t separate them the moment he’d come and his worries would fade away into the black space of nothingness—leaving them completely alone and safe.
“I. Want. You,” she said as she rotated her hips.
He shifted her hair and brought his mouth to the shell of her ear. “You have me, love.”
“No.” She twisted her neck to try and see him. “I want you to . . . to—”
“You want me to . . . what?” He smiled.
“Geometry,” she cried out. “I want you from every angle imaginable.”
He chuckled. God, this woman.
“How about you on top?” Without waiting for an answer, he flipped to his back and braced her hips, guiding her to sit on top of him. “Does that work for you?”
When she slid down onto his cock, taking all of him, she buried her fingers into his chest and cried out his name.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He lifted his hips off the bed, giving her even more, burying himself deeper.
Tonight was more intense than their last time together in Chile. He hadn’t thought more was even possible because it’d already been heaven.
He wallowed in the sensations—the bite of her short nails on his skin, her whimpering moans, the grip of her knees on his hips as she rode him, taking her pleasure.
And with every slide down, she shifted around to hit that sweet, silky spot of hers against his skin, her perfect tits bouncing as she panted for breath.
He was on the verge of losing his fucking mind.
He kept one hand on her side while his other hand roamed up her abdomen to one of her nipples.
“Liam.” She followed his name with a sigh as she rubbed against him harder and faster. He knew she was close, and when he pinched her nipple, he pushed her over the edge. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Her entire body trembled with her orgasm. And a sensation of complete relaxation washed over him as he came, too, then held her tighter now that they were both satiated.
. . . And then his phone rang like a kick in the balls.
“Must be Jessica.” He cursed under his breath. “Sorry.”
“No, I understand.” She reached out for his phone and handed it to him. “Boss Lady?” she asked with a laugh, catching sight of the caller ID. “You have me programmed in there?”
He rolled flat on his back and clutched the phone as she stood. “Yeah. I have you listed as Off-Limits.”
She chuckled. “You planning on changing it?”
“I was thinking about making it Mrs. Evans,” he said without a second thought before pressing the speakerphone button. “What’s up?”
“We have eyes on the HVT. I’d like you to make a soft approach tonight,” Jessica said straightaway.
He shifted upright, placing his back to the headboard.
Emily grabbed his T-shirt from the floor and clutched it to her chest, and he shook his head.
She had absolutely nothing to be shy about. He loved her body. Her curves. So, he leaned forward and snatched away the shirt. She playfully rolled her eyes at him.
“Liam?” Jessica said. “You hear me?”
Shit. “Yeah, copy that. Where’s he at?”
“Echo Two has him in his sights at the rooftop bar. His bodyguard is at a table off to his three o’clock. Tread lightly, but if you could get him to open up somewhat it’ll make for an easier sell tomorrow,” she said.
“HVT? Hans, you mean? But what if that makes him trust us even less?” Emily spoke up. “Won’t he wonder why we kept the truth from him?”
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take. See if you can get a read on him. His attitude. Mindset,” Jessica said.
“Copy that.” He ended the call and hopped off the bed and stood naked before Emily, then wrapped a hand around her waist, the condom still clinging to his shaft. Work was the last thing on his mind right about now, but it was his job to put the mission before desires.
A tiny hunger growl left Emily’s stomach.
“You should eat.”
“Does that mean I’m coming with you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I can’t handle you out of my sight.” He pressed his mouth to hers, stealing one last, quick kiss. It was time to get mission focused once again.