Chapter Twelve #3
“Turn me on without even trying,” he clarified, tilting her head back so he could study her mouth with care.
Devon laughed at him, the sound only serving to worsen his condition.
“Let me get this straight,” she said with amusement. “I had my hand wrapped around your very hard cock this morning and you threw me off like yesterday’s garbage, and now you’re turned on? By what, for heaven’s sake? Clue me in so I know what works so well on you!”
“You work well on me,” he rumbled beneath her ear. “And I had every intention of making you finish what you started with that mischievous hand of yours, babe. However, Colin kinda blew my plans out of the water … so to speak.”
“Oh? Planning on showering with me?” She smiled slyly as she nestled sexily into his body.
He groaned with obvious pleasure, not realizing there was method to her wiggles.
As her breasts rubbed across his chest, the tuck of her towel loosened and the linen subsequently slid off her bare body.
Liam suddenly found himself holding a naked woman.
To say she had a body that wouldn’t quit was something of an understatement, he was learning.
The woman herself wasn’t much of a quitter either, for that matter.
“Hmm,” she hummed, “you feel very good,” she flattered deviously, knowing full well the power she was wielding.
Liam couldn’t suppress the reactions of his body as she wound herself around him like a sensuous python. He flash-burned like 100-year-old tinder, a thin sheen of sweat shimmering over his skin. “Devon,” he whispered in her ear, “I don’t have time for this.”
She laughed at that, her hands sliding around his chest and over his belly as she held him tight with a long leg snaked around one of his. “There isn’t a man on the planet that doesn’t have time for this,” she scolded softly, her teeth nipping at his throat.
“Devon …” Liam sighed and chuckled at her relentless play. “Okay, then I’ll rephrase. I don’t have time to do this right.”
“Liam,” she reprimanded him on a sultry whisper.
“All I need is you inside of me for it to be right. The thought of it has me halfway there already. See for yourself,” she invited.
She took a hand from his chest and slid it down her own body, leaning back in a provocative arch as she drew his hand past her breasts, down over her taut belly, and then directly below her navel.
Her fingertips rested on the backs of his as she curved them over the soft warmth of her mound, and threaded their mutual touch directly into the moist flesh at the crest of her thighs, all under his riveted stare.
She shivered with pleasure from her own caresses, and Liam remained entirely passive because it was suffocatingly arousing to see and feel her touching herself.
It made him harder than he’d imagined possible, but he was hardly surprised she was capable of it.
She was likely able to turn cotton balls into rocks with just one of those sly, sexy looks of hers.
Devon slid her fingers free of her hot folds, shuddering again as she stimulated her clitoris in passing.
Her finger gleamed with the honey of her sex, the proof she’d been determined to show him.
Liam’s amber eyes were hooded with a dark intensity of desire as he watched her raise her hand.
His lips parted in hungry anticipation, but it was her own mouth she touched her fingertips to, running them over her bottom lip until it shone.
Then she slid her tongue out and touched it to that shine.
“Oh, man,” Liam whispered hotly, just before he reached to seize her mouth so he could share that exotic flavor with her.
He sucked her lips and tongue in a wild kiss that was full of his sudden passionate need.
She tasted of salty sweet, feminine ambrosia that had his head reeling.
Liam reached for her hand and brought those teasing fingers up to his mouth so he could suck first one, and then the other, between his lips.
He heard her panting with growing excitement.
“Devon. Sweet, tasty Devon,” he murmured huskily.
“Your wish is my command,” he offered wickedly in a low voice.
“If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to take an order. ”
She felt his palm turning away from her, the backs of his knuckles rubbing her as he unhooked his belt and worked to unbutton his pants.
Then he was kissing her again and she lost herself in the mastery of Liam’s divine mouth until she felt hot, smooth flesh bumping against her belly.
He rubbed his hard erection over her slowly, sliding like hot steel encased in fine silk against her.
“Come here, babe,” he commanded on a growl as his fingers moved to curve over her bottom and his huge hands tightened their grip.
Her feet flew up off the floor as if she weighed no more than a child.
Devon followed those coaxing hands until her legs were wrapped around his waist, his erection sliding through the slick valley between her legs.
She wound her arms behind his neck as she gasped for breath in anticipation.
She was trembling with excitation, her inner body throbbing with the empty ache of need to be filled.
“Liam,” she begged him, tears smarting behind her lashes.
Devon wasn’t lying. She seemed on the edge of orgasm and all he’d done for her was kiss her and promise to be inside of her shortly. Her mind was a powerful sexual stimulus, her desire for him so intense that she made it far too easy for him.
But he’d never been a man of leisure.
Liam took a single step forward and Devon’s back came up against the wall, mere inches from the door they’d abused the night before.
Liam smiled slyly when her brows arched.
“What can I say? I like a little counterforce,” he whispered teasingly against her lips just as he slid himself into position to enter her.
She squirmed in anticipation, drawing the head of his shaft into her grasping sheath.
That destroyed the last edge of his patience and he surged into her in one hard thrust.
“Oh, God yes,” he groaned heatedly as she surrounded him in an embrace of fire.
His entrance, however longed for and anticipated, still came as a shock to her, and her entire body was clenched tight with it as a soundless cry hovered in her open mouth.
Her eyes slid closed in bliss and Liam had to catch his breath just from looking at her.
Liam forgot about everything but Devon. Now that he had her happily impaled on him, he had plans that weren’t necessarily the same as hers.
Using the wall to support her weight, Liam freed up a hand and sank a cunning thumb into the place where their bodies joined.
He found her clit, already swollen and ready for pleasure, which he was more than glad to provide.
Devon gasped when the first circling touch impacted her, and then moaned when Liam backed it up with a long withdrawal of his cock from her body and a lazy return.
“Mmm, Christ you feel so nice and tight.” He exhaled the heated words near her ear, his tongue running around the edge of it and giving her shivers. “And those pretty little nipples of yours are just begging for attention, aren’t they?”
However, in spite of the observation, Liam didn’t change his hold on her for a second in order to give them the attention he obviously knew they craved. Still, just his suggestive tone and words had the power to make her nipples stiffen tightly in excitement.
“There now,” he whispered as he rotated his hips and thumb in different directions. “How’s that feel, baby?”
Devon let her head fall back against the wall, her throat working on one sexy moan after another, each sound slamming through Liam like lightning.
Liam shifted into long, slow strokes, feeling every inch of her every time he moved, every flutter and reflex.
Devon’s legs flexed around him, drawing him forward as she caught on to the torturous tempo.
She began to gasp and moan in an alternating cadence, her walls tightening around him more with every thrust. Liam slipped his touch away from her, now stroking her belly, her sides, and her magnificent breasts.
Her frustration at the change was very obvious and he watched a single tear squeeze out of the corner of her eye.
He also watched in fascination as her fangs slowly stretched into place.
There was something so perverse in the look of fangs so deadly in a mouth so goddamn sensual and femininely beautiful.
“Liam,” she breathed, knowing how much his name in that irresistibly seductive and longing tone drove him to distraction. “Liam … Liam …” she chanted between moans, so that his name eventually became her exclamation of pleasure all on its own.
She was rising to orgasm quickly, and again he could sense it in her body and the chaos of her vocalizations.
Liam suddenly shoved a powerful arm between her leg and his hip and broke the vise of her legs as he pulled out and away from her.
Devon’s reaction to the abandonment and abruptly finding herself on her own two feet was volatile and furious.
Indignant eyes of jade highlighted her passion-flushed features.
He didn’t give her much time for any other reaction.
Devon felt strong hands all over her body, turning her, spinning her dizzily as if she were a doll being posed by a playing child.
She suddenly found herself bent over her dresser, the polished wood surface cold against her overheated breasts and belly.
Her hands were shackled above her head in one of Liam’s and she felt his thighs nudging her open for his approach from behind.
This time when he entered her it was with violence, the power of the thrust crushing her thighs against the side of the dresser, the hardware on the drawers rattling.
Liam grunted with long, low satisfaction, and after a moment released her hands to push his hands against her shoulders, effectively holding her down while he caressed her.
Every nerve, every emotion in Devon’s sphere of knowing was raw from Liam’s game of torturous delight.
After another hard thrust, Liam’s hands moved to bracket her hips, shaping them and her bottom for a long moment of stroking.
Then he gripped her tight, tilted her entire pelvis so that her backside was inclined high in the air, and thrust once more with a mighty heave of his body and the pulsing shaft within her.
The man was a sexual genius.
That was all Devon could conclude as her body lit up like fireworks and flares all at once, the explosion starting at the spot deep inside herself that Liam’s cock had just stroked so intensely.
She shouted out, reaching to grip the dresser as the room began to spin with every ferocious thrust Liam worked into her primed body.
“Yes,” she heard him hiss, his voice tight with his own mounting need, the position clearly taxing his control as well. “Scream it, baby,” he commanded roughly. “Scream my … uhn!”
Liam cut himself off as she clenched like a vise around him on his down stroke.
He had not planned to finish until he’d brought her to pleasure at least twice, but he had teased her a little too long and been caught by his own snare.
She was even tighter in this position, and the constriction as she rose to orgasm was unbearable.
Devon ignited with incendiary force, her entire body shuddering and shaking on the approach, and releasing in Liam’s longed-for screams of his name.
Her body shook as though she was seizing, and he might have worried about it if he hadn’t been roaring out a violent release of his own.
He dragged her hips back tight against him so he was as deep within her as he could humanly manage as he spilled in powerful spasms that seared his heart and lungs into paralysis.
“Oh God,” he gasped. “Oh God.” Liam bent forward, his damp forehead resting on her spine at the base of her neck.
“Devon?” He reached to scoop a hand beneath her torso and lifted her back against himself as he straightened up.
Her head fell back against her shoulder, her body hanging completely limp, and her eyes closed.
Liam kissed her cheek gently and scooped her up into his arms. “Hey, babe,” he whispered as he walked over to the bed.
He laid her in the center and, after a quick clothing adjustment, Liam sat facing her on the bed and rubbed at her hands and wrists, chafing them gently as her lashes fluttered.
“Devon. Hey, c’mon … full day of work ahead of you and everything,” he teased her softly, watching as her lids opened and her eyes began to clear.
Her gaze swung to him and her face exploded in uncharacteristic color. She sat up swiftly.
“Oh, God, please don’t tell me I fainted from a climax! Oh, lord, I did, didn’t I?”
“It was your position, honey,” he soothed her, though he was unable to prevent the cocky tilt to his lips. “A head rush, spike in blood pressure, and the immediate crash after. It happens, sweetheart.”
“Not to you!” she snorted in disgust.
“Yes, it does. We just disguise it with snoring.”
That made a bright laugh bubble out of her. The more she saw of Liam’s sense of humor, the more she liked it.
Devon sighed, nuzzling her cheek against his fresh-shaven face until they were both purring soft sounds of contentment and reaching to draw one another closer.
“I have to go,” Liam whispered helplessly, as if she held him in chains.
“Me, too.”
They stayed cuddled chest-to-chest and cheek-to-cheek.
Her fingers painted absent patterns on his biceps; his tugged and tangled into the ends of her hair.
Pressing engagements became less pressing and everything around them turned soft and quiet.
Truly serene. Liam closed his eyes and sighed, kissing her skin wherever he could reach along her nearby hairline.
It was the most peaceful moment he’d had in years, and he didn’t want it to end.
However, someone else would end it for him if he didn’t get on with the business of his job.
But he decided to give himself just a few more moments.