Chapter Sixteen #2
“Hmm, I’m all for fair play. Equal rights.
We shall overcome,” she whispered as she unhitched his heavy belt from around his hips, the tools of his trade scraping across a table-top nearby as she discarded it.
She next reached for his snug black T-shirt, drawing it out of the waistband of his pants until she could slide her palms hungrily over the hot skin of his back and shoulders.
She felt the play of taut muscles flexing as she moved over them, filling him with tension and pleasure until he sighed out a long sound of stimulated gratification.
Liam felt the slight clutch of her nails when he finally stopped teasing her and seized her mouth in a scorching kiss.
Her entire body burrowed up into him, feminine lines and curves matching his masculine ones, softness meshing with hardness.
His heart throbbed with excitement, with the cravings she inspired so effortlessly.
Liam reached for her skirt, dragging the material up her legs to her hips.
His fingertips touched bare skin across her hip and he groaned with delight when he remembered she was completely naked beneath it.
A few quick motions and she’d be naked in his arms.
He took a step, the movement sliding his thigh between hers until she stepped back for balance.
They began a slightly clumsy trek toward her bed.
All the while, their lips clung in long drugging kisses.
Even when she laughed at her awkward travel backward their mouths did not part.
Devon’s lips were bruised and tingling with heat and sensitivity, but it would take a lot more than that to get her to relinquish the mouth of this man who kissed like sin itself.
Her legs bumped into the bed at last, one of the posts nudging at her shoulder.
“I’ve been dreaming about you these past few days,” he confessed in a heated whisper, both hands under her skirt and stroking up her thighs.
“Really?” she managed as his fingertips stroked teasing caresses over the fronts of her thighs, a brief slip between them for the heat she radiated like a furnace, a ghosting stroke over her pubic bone, and then up over her hips to the rounds of her bottom.
Liam closed his eyes as he drew her forward, locking her hips against his own and undulating against her fabulously soft heat.
“Yes,” he rasped roughly. “I was dreaming of the first time I saw you. You were so beautiful that day I met you. You took my breath away. You still do.” Liam listened to her soft panting breaths and smiled against the side of her neck.
He nipped at the sensitive skin there, feeling her shiver in response.
“All I could think about was all the things I instinctively wanted to do to you. Things I kept myself from doing. But in my dreams I don’t hold myself in check.
In my dreams … how many times do you think I’ve made love to you?
How many ways? How often have I heard you cry out in pleasure? God, I hate waking up from that.
“But then when I do,” he breathed, “I have reality, and it’s always more than the fantasy ever could be.
” Liam slid his hands high up tier sides, bracketing her ribcage and feeling its wild expansions as she dragged in breath after breath.
“Your skin is softer, your mouth more delicious and hot, and your scent … mmm …”
Devon felt him breathe in deeply against her neck as his enormous hands slid up to capture her naked breasts beneath hergathered blouse. “Oh, Liam,” she uttered on a shaking gasp as his thumbs rubbed over her sensitized nipples and her breasts swelled with heat and arousal.
“Not many women can claim to be the perfect handful for a man of my size, honey, but you can.” He growled the observation beneath her ear just before reaching to suckle the lobe briefly. “Lift your arms,” he coaxed her silkily.
She did and the blouse flew off, floating to the floor and forgotten an instant later.
Liam took a step back so he could ravage her with hungry eyes.
Devon reached out for him, slipping strong fingers around the waistband of his black pants and tugging him forward with demanding insistence.
He obeyed when he felt her fingers brush over the tip of his erection.
A moment later he was flush against her while she stripped him of his T-shirt and worked open his regular belt and his fly.
Her teasing fingers brushed against him again and again, flitting away to a new task the minute he began to make a sound of response.
Liam grabbed her around her mid-back and hoisted her clear off her feet.
He dragged the little tease up along his body until her breasts were level with his mouth.
Instinctively her legs hooked around his ribs and waist, her hands clutching his shoulders as he lined her spine up against the bedpost. He caught her nearest nipple teeth first, drawing it through light scraping nips and the long stroke of his tongue.
Devon gasped and moaned, her hands clutching his head now, tangled in his crisp cut the best she could manage, holding him to his task.
She shuddered against him, her legs tightening around him, drawing his lower belly flush to her hot, wet core.
And she was getting wetter all the time, each pull of his mouth on her breast driving her wild with internal fire and aching longing.
Liam abandoned her tender nipples suddenly, his forehead pressing against her breastbone in between the beautifully shaped globes, his breath coming so hard he could barely see straight. “God!” he cried. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me!”
The statement was a warning. The only one he could sanely manage. He felt as though he had been waiting for her forever, and he couldn’t bear the separation for another second. He reached beneath her bottom to free himself from his pants.
“Yes! Oh, yes,” she exclaimed, knowing instantly what his intentions were.
“Relax your legs just a little, Devon,” he coaxed her.
She did, sliding down his belly until she held on by his hips and she could feel his shaft sliding up between her legs, the tip plowing through wet flesh until he was notched to her entrance. His hands came to grasp her hips, holding her right where he wanted her.
“I’m …” he gasped, his mouth brushing hers between drags for oxygen. “I want your teeth in me when I do this.”
“No. Not so soon,” she denied him in breathless gasps.
But he could tell it wasn’t too soon. She could barely close her lips, her fangs were protruding so far.
“I like it best,” she amended, “when you’re coming.
It tastes like nirvana. It makes me fly.
” She shuddered in his hold. “Just come inside me,” she begged impatiently. “Please, Liam … Liam, please …”
She began to chant his name, over and over, against his lips, within his mouth.
That low, sultry artistry of his name. Liam couldn’t bear it, so he slipped his hand over her mouth as he thrust up into her, feeling the pricking of her upper canines in the meat of his palm.
She was tight. Like a fist squeezing snug around him.
He heard her muffled cry against his hand, knowing it was an even sexier call of his name and thanking heaven for his forethought.
Much more of that and he would have exploded before he’d had a chance to get started.
Liam thrust again, sliding deeper this time, feeling her flex around him as he filled her further. He was only two-thirds of the way inside of her, and he wanted so badly to be buried to the hilt within her.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked breathlessly.
He felt her smile against his palm and she shook her head.
He looked into her dancing jade eyes, saw the humor there and chuckled softly.
“I’m sorry, but I warned you about the way you say my name, didn’t I?
” She obediently nodded and he felt her stick her tongue out and flick it against his palm.
“Okay, baby, one more time and we’ll be nice and cozy,” he said roughly.
He watched her eyes widen as she understood he wasn’t through yet, then he felt her smile even wider.
She wriggled against him, sliding him in just a little deeper and making him groan.
He felt her relax her inner muscles, pull up so he slid partway free, and then that athletic drag and undulation of her hips again that drew him deep, deeper, bathing him in liquid fire every inch of the way, and finally, with one last wriggle meeting one last thrust, he was buried fully inside of her.
Liam felt her moaning as her body pulsed around him in welcoming hugs of inner muscles.
She squirmed and he released her mouth so he could support her with both hands.
She immediately threw back her head and cried out her pleasure to the vaulted ceilings.
“Liam!” she gasped as her inner body began to ripple in waves and pulsations of drawing pleasure.
She was so primed that she was already reaching the point of orgasm.
“It’s all right,” he both soothed and coaxed as he drew away and worked her back onto him tightly, the swollen head of his cock buried inside of her bumping her cervix in this position.
Those minor muscle quakes grew and the fist around him began to tighten and tighten.
Devon gasped and moaned as he bent to nibble a thrusting nipple.
She darted for his throat like a serpent, completely forgetting herself and his request that she keep evidence of their liaisons to a minimum.
But none of that mattered to him the minute hot fangs sank into his neck.
It hurt like a motherfucker, was the first thing to race into his awareness, nothing like when she bit his shoulder.
But the pain was so violent it was beautiful and exquisite.