Chapter 40 Liam
Liam
I leave Roman’s house after telling him about my plans to see Anna tonight.
Even though it’s been a whole week since the rooftop, I still have to endure his smart-arse comments as I walk out.
I ignore him, tossing him the bird over my shoulder as I go.
I can’t say I disagree with his taunting; I am completely bloody taken with Anna. Her mind, her body, her character.
The surprising part is she’s affected everything else.
I’m sharper at training, more focused on the pitch.
Even Coach has started dropping subtle hints about extending my contract through next season.
Apparently, whatever Anna’s doing is working wonders on my game.
Finn’s also doing great. Everything’s going to be fine.
After pulling up, I climb out of the car with an extra bounce in my step.
The crisp evening air cuts through my jacket, making me pull it tighter as I jog toward her building.
I press the buzzer and hear her honey-sweet voice crackle through the intercom before she lets me in.
I’m enveloped in warmth as I enter, taking the stairs to her flat two at a time.
Everything between us has intensified since last week’s date. Something snapped into place after we opened up to each other. The chemistry was always there, but now? It’s electric.
Screw not putting a label on this. She has to be mine.
The door opens and the air in my lungs is sucked out.
Her hair is down and wavy. Dark liner emphasizes her rich hazel eyes, making them impossible to look away from.
Almost. I drag my gaze down her body, taking in her miniskirt, which leaves her tanned legs exposed and little to the imagination.
A tight white button-down is tied under her tits, buttons popped, exposing her cleavage and soft stomach. She’s in tall patent black heels.
Jesus Christ. I could come in my pants just looking at her.
She clears her throat, laughing coyly under her breath. I shake my head slowly. I’m staring at her like a goddamn teenager.
“Hi,” she purrs.
I lift my brows. “Hi, yourself.”
She bites her lower lip and a low sound vibrates through my chest. A jolt of desire shoots straight to my dick.
“Are you coming in?” She’s propped against the doorframe and my eyes go straight to her hips. That tartan skirt is doing everything it’s meant to.
“I better,” I growl, stalking forward. “Because if anyone else sees you like this, I’ll have to kill them.” I hook my hands under her knees and lift her up, throwing her over my shoulder. She squeals then bursts into giggles as I step through the door and give her arse a playful smack.
Her laugh is like gasoline, stoking the fire burning within me.
I press her against the wall, covering her mouth with my own.
I’m insatiable for this woman.
Transferring her weight to one arm, I slide my hands up the inside of her thigh, reveling in the feel of her silky-smooth skin before reaching the juncture of her thighs. I growl a curse when I find her thong soaked through.
“Did you wear this just for me?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Yanking the scrap of lace aside, I run my fingers through her wet pussy lips. “Anna,” I growl.
“Bedroom?” she whispers against my mouth.
“It’s either that or I fuck you here against this wall,” I say.
She slides from my arms, planting her heels on the floor. She throws me a look of determination before she saunters toward the bedroom, her skirt bouncing against her arse cheeks. When she reaches the doorway, she peers over her shoulder at me.
“Are you coming?”
I smirk, eating up this distance between us in a few quick strides. When she pushes off the door to move, I catch her elbow and spin her to face me. Leaning in, I lick a long line up her throat, my mouth lingering by her ear.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” I say.
She lifts one knee to the mattress, then the next. As instructed, she braces her weight on her forearms, cheek against the duvet and back arched. Offering herself up like the perfect gift. The sight of her like this almost finishes me.
“You look incredible like this,” I say, stepping closer to run my hand over the slope of her spine. She shivers under my touch when I reach the hem of her skirt, flipping it up to expose her backside.
She wiggles her hips, tossing a smile over her shoulder.
My voice is a strained rumble now. “Don’t tease me, angel. My patience is hanging on by a bloody thread.”
I place a kiss in the middle of her exposed back before raising my hand. I land a firm blow to her arse, seeing the way her olive skin blooms the prettiest damn pink I’ve ever seen. She whimpers.
“Do you like that?”
She hums in affirmation. “More.”
I spank one cheek, then the other, alternating strikes to see how much she can take.
I dip my hand lower to find her dripping. I gather her juices on my fingers, bringing them to her mouth. “Suck.”
She doesn’t hesitate, wrapping her plump lips around my fingers and hollowing her cheeks. Her tongue swirls around my digits as she licks me clean.
“You’re gonna have my cum dripping down these pretty little thighs for the rest of the night, Anna. Nod if you understand.”
She nods her agreement. I pull my fingers free and ruck her thong aside. I spit in my hand and grasp my cock, guiding myself to her core.
“Are you ready, baby?” I ask.
“Yes. Please,” she begs, her voice cracking.
I push forward slowly, working her open. My hands clamp down on her hips and she gathers the sheets in a punishing grip as I spread her wider.
When I reach the hilt, I pause.
“Christ. You should see us together right now.” I shake my head in disbelief. “You drive me crazy.”
“You feel so good,” she breathes.
“I want you, Anna. I have from the first time I laid eyes on you. I always fucking want you. I’ve tried to fight this pull, to brush it off and pretend I’m not invested.
But I can’t anymore. I need you to be mine.
You’re like a drug and I’m desperate. Your body, your pussy, your laugh.
All of you,” I rasp. “You’re my weakness. ”
She sags in my hold, as if she’s relieved to hear my confession. “You have me,” she breathes. “I’m yours.”
And then I start to move, snapping my hips back and forth, pounding into her. My lips peel back, exposing my teeth as I hiss. My balls slap her clit and she cries out with every pass.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I rasp, heaving her against me.
“It belongs to you.”
This isn’t sweet, sensual love-making like last time. This is desperate and rough. This is pure, white-hot need.
Heat simmers at the base of my spine, winding up like a serpent. I reach around her, pressing my fingers to where she’s most sensitive.
She bucks and cries and moans. She sings the most beautiful symphony, and each ragged sound drives me closer to losing control.
“You’re mine,” I tell her.
“I’m yours,” she declares.
We crash together like waves. Colliding and breaking and reforming as one. We’re nothing but heat and breath, two bodies sparking with the same violent energy. My calloused hands sink into the soft give of her flesh as we fill the room with the slick song of us.
She clenches tighter around me as I piston my hips, and I know she’s getting close.
“Just like that,” she breathes, pressing her face into the bed.
“Who does your heart belong to, Anna?” I growl, pumping the words into her as hard as my body.
I press down harder on her swollen clit.
“You! Only you!” she says. “Oh God, Liam. I’m so close!”
I lose it as her cry echoes through the room, drawing out the sound of my own release.
I explode inside her, wringing out every ounce of strength in my body. Once she milks me dry, my hold on her loosens. I slide my palms over the curve of her arse, kneading and massaging her gently.
I bring her with me as I fall to the mattress, still buried inside her, murmuring her name against her skin.
“Mine.”