14. Liam #2
Her mouth was warm against mine, and she leaned into the kiss like she had decided something and didn’t intend to retreat from it. I settled my hands on her waist, and when I did, everything in me reacted.
Her heat seeped through the thin fabric, and the weight of her felt glorious on my thighs.
The scent of her shampoo invaded my senses, and I felt the subtle ripple of her muscles as she moved against me.
I let my hands drift, memorizing the shape of her.
When I palmed her ass, her knees tightened slightly at my sides, and a sharp pulse of want moved straight through me.
I felt it in my hands first, my fingers flexing against her instinctively before I forced them to relax.
She was warm. Solid. Real.
And she was here because she wanted to be.
That knowledge burned hotter than anything physical.
I slid my hands higher along her sides, slow enough that she could stop me if she wished. She didn’t. Her small hitch of breath nearly broke my restraint, and I deepened the kiss, pouring all my desire into it. Her body responded to that, pressing closer against me.
My pulse was loud in my ears.
I could feel every point of contact between us: her hands in my hair; her thighs framing me; her mouth demanding more.
I wanted to pull her closer, wanted to anchor her against me and let the restraint snap entirely. Instead, I tightened my grip at her waist just enough for her to feel the strength there. Just enough to communicate that I was choosing control.
She shifted in my lap, and that nearly undid me. Holy fuck.
I clenched my jaw and forced my breathing to steady. I felt the full weight of her against me and the full force of my reaction to it.
She was aware of it.
I saw it in her expression when she leaned back just enough to look at me.
“You’re very calm,” she said softly.
I was not calm. I was barely holding the line.
“For you,” I said.
Her mouth curved, but not in amusement. Something darker, curious, moved through her eyes. She brushed her lips lightly against mine, testing, teasing.
“I want to see you unravel,” she murmured.
My grip on her tightened instinctively.
“For me, Liam.” Her fingers slid down from my neck to my chest, pressing lightly there. My heart beat unsteadily under her touch. “You’re so disciplined. I wonder what happens when you’re not.”
The room seemed to shrink, becoming warmer. I swallowed hard as I looked at her.
Zoey held my gaze without flinching. There was certainty behind the challenge in her expression.
That was enough.
I stood without warning. Gripping my shoulders, Zoey twined her legs around my waist. Her breath caught, and I felt it against my throat. The sound went straight through me. It was small but honest, the first crack in the composure she usually guarded so fiercely.
I held her securely, hands firm under her thighs, fingers digging in just enough to anchor her there. She fit against me so naturally, like our bodies were made to be pressed together like this. Her hair fell forward, and she pushed it back impatiently without breaking eye contact.
Her face was level with mine now. There was no distance left to hide behind.
“You want to see?” I asked as I took two steps forward.
Her pulse was visible at her throat. “Yes.”
I pressed her back against the wall, my gaze raking over her face, taking her in. Hair slightly disheveled. Stubborn defiance still sitting in her expression even now. Lips slightly parted. I crashed my mouth against hers, harder than I’d intended.
The moan that came from her throat shot through me with a force I felt in every inch of my body.
Her fingers slid into my hair—goddamn it—and pulled me closer before slipping back around my neck to hold me still. Her other hand found its way between our bodies, fisting in my shirt as if she needed something to keep her grounded against this new wave of desire she’d unleashed within me.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she rocked her hips, moving against my erection.
Sharp, demanding heat coursed through my body. Every instinct I had spent years learning to control pushed forward at once.
She whimpered into my mouth, and I wanted to take her right there against the wall if it meant making her feel this needy, this desperate for me.
The urge was overwhelming and powerful, but I’d promised myself patience. So, I held myself back, looking deep into her eyes as she tried to catch her breath.
When she licked her swollen lips, my brain short-circuited.
I pinned her against the wall with my body as I gripped the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head.
Trailing my hand over the smooth skin of her back, I unhooked her bra, revealing her perfect breasts.
My free hand cupped one gently, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger until it hardened under my touch, and a low growl rumbled through my chest.
“The noises you make will be my undoing,” she gasped before I claimed her mouth again, this time with more tenderness.
The shift surprised me, the kiss slow and deep.
She rolled her hips in desperation. “Bed,” she said.
Gripping her ass, I walked to the bedroom, my mouth never leaving hers. As I lowered her onto the mattress, I slid my hand beneath her skirt and up her thigh, teasing the lace edge of her panties. She gasped into my mouth, her fingers tightening in my hair again.
I pulled away, breathing heavily. “You’re soaked. Is this all for me?”
“You’re not giving me a choice,” she said, her eyes dark pools of lust filled with promise and challenge all at once. “Keep fucking going.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I trailed kisses up her thigh until I reached the waistband of her panties. Biting the lace, I dragged them down her legs until I was kneeling between her legs.
“Fuck, Liam, that was so fucking hot.”
The way she said my name sent a sharp pulse through my entire body.
I kissed the inside of her thigh and lingered there for a moment as she trembled beneath me, desperate for more. I wouldn’t give her what she wanted just yet.
Patience.
I moved to the other thigh and slowly licked my way closer to where I wanted to be.
“Christ, Liam.”
“Look at you, all spread out for me.” I teased the outline of her folds with my tongue, tasting her before licking a long, slow line from bottom to top. She tasted so sweet, so addictive.
I needed more.
I pulled her closer with rough hands against her stomach as I buried my face between her legs and pressed my tongue deeper into her core. I groaned against her, reveling in her heat and the scent of her arousal.
If the world ended in that moment, I would not have noticed because I was already in heaven.
Her legs opened wider and she moaned louder, begging for more.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently but firmly as she writhed against my face.
The salty-sweet taste of desire coursed through my veins and made me want to claim every inch of this woman who looked down at me like I was the only man alive.
She tasted so fucking good it hurt—and I took advantage of that by sucking on her clit roughly while one hand slid lower to find her entrance slick with need.
Zoey cried out and bucked against my mouth as I pressed two fingers inside of her slowly but surely until she was filled to the brim with my touch.
She trembled around me.
Her body bucked against my mouth and fingers, her scent filling the room as I lapped at her sweet honey. She shattered in my arms and all I could think about was being inside of her, filling her up until we both found our release.
“Liam,” she whispered when she caught her breath. “That was...”
I stood up slowly and pulled my pants and boxers down, freeing my already hard cock from its confinement. It stood straight out before me, leaking pre-cum for this woman who owned me completely whether I wanted to admit it or not.
For a moment I simply stood there, breathing hard, trying to steady the surge of feeling moving through me.
Want was part of it. Hunger, too. But beneath that was something heavier, something I had spent most of my life learning to keep under control.
With her, the discipline felt thinner, but more important.
I dragged my shirt off, revealing the skin and scars that told their own story.
Her gaze followed the movement. The scars never bothered me before. They were part of the map of who I had been forced to become. But the way she looked at them now made me suddenly aware of every mark.
She slid her skirt down her legs and reached for me. The gesture was simple, but it carried a quiet certainty that made my pulse kick harder.
Zoey was long and lean, all clean lines and quiet strength. Her blue hair spilled across the sheets in messy waves, the color contrasting with her warm skin. Her shoulders were narrow, her waist pulling inward before her hips flared just enough to make my hands ache to hold them again.
There was nothing delicate about her. She carried herself with a stubborn confidence that she brought to every argument, every challenge. Even here, bare and unguarded, she looked completely certain of herself.
And God help me, that might have been the most incredible thing about her.
I reached underneath her with one arm and flipped her over in one swift motion, inciting a squeal of surprise.
She looked back at me over her shoulder with a look of pure delight and lust. “Fuck me, Liam. Please.”
I couldn’t have resisted even if I’d tried.
I knelt behind her, my erection pressing against her ass as I took in her beauty one last time before positioning myself at her entrance.
My hands found her hips, and I filled her in a single thrust that made us both gasp. The sensation slammed through me, grounding me completely in the moment.
Zoey arched her back and gripped the sheets, moaning in approval and as I began to move within her in long, deep strokes. “Holy… fuck…ohhh… yes, Liam. Yes.”