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I might be a good girl, but I’ve been told I’m vocal in bed. I can’t help it, things just pop out of my mouth when I’m on the verge of a climax. And Liam is getting me there in record speed.
All of a sudden, he sinks to his knees in front of me, and my heart gallops.
“If I only get one shot, I have to taste you,” he murmurs, those gray eyes a midnight-black now and seemingly boring into my soul. “I could come from this image alone.”
If my grandmother only knew what we were doing on her bookshelves, she might faint. Actually, no, my grandmother Lucy would probably only want to make sure that I was pleasured first before my partner got his. That thought nearly has me laughing, but then Liam skates his teeth over my clit, and I almost fall to the floor, my knees buckle so hard.
“Fuck, why the hell are you so good at this?” I moan as he feasts on me, my orgasm lingering just above my head.
One would think he’s practicing oral out there rather than growing crops, he’s such an expert at this.
“Give me more than one chance and you’ll find out there is a lot I’m good at.” He says this muffled while his tongue is diving into me and his thumb presses against my clit, so I can’t respond.
My climax crashes down onto my head the moment Liam sticks two fingers inside me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I have to shoot out two hands to hold on to the bookshelf, or I might collapse onto his face. My legs shake as I careen with pleasure, unintelligible noises making their way out of my throat.
Slumping against the half-empty rack of books, I blow out a breath. My bones are jelly, everything below my waist still tingling with the exquisite orgasm he just delivered. All the while, he’s watching me like a hawk, rapture is the only way I can describe his expression. Liam rises from his knees, one long arm hooking behind my neck, and drowns us into a kiss. His lips taste like the musk of me, and it’s such a turn-on while also feeling a bit dirty in a deliciously good way.
I sink into the kiss until he’s cradling me so I can lie on my back. The old shag carpet of the bookstore rustles along my spine as I spread my legs for him, and he raises an eyebrow as if to ask me if I’m sure. We don’t need to have any kind of conversation; we’re consenting adults who would say something if protection was needed or if this felt too rushed.
Even if I claim not to know who Liam is, I find that I trust him implicitly. What a juxtaposition, but then that would force me to examine how I really feel about this man, and right now, my brain isn’t functioning properly.
Liam locks his eyes to mine as he pushes in, the slide difficult even with how wet I am from coming all over his tongue. We’re both panting, as if this might not be real and will end at any moment.
“You … I …” He can’t seem to get the words out, but I somehow know what he’s trying to convey.
This moment feels like the biggest of my life, and I think he knows and feels it, too. Like in some faraway universe, a version of us exists where we do this all the time. Where we’re a couple, for real, and the thump of our hearts beat in time together. Where this forbidden thing isn’t something we waited twelve years for.
In some other version of this life, Liam Ashton is my soulmate, and I’m only feeling the aftershocks of it from light-years away.
When he’s fully seated inside me, the stretch impossible and glorious, Liam takes my lips with his. Our mouths fuse as he moves, the way he’s stroking sending me to another dimension. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging in, as sparks shoot down my spine. My toes curl into the globes of his ass, and he hisses, grabbing my chin in his big rough hand.
“I knew it,” he growls as he makes me come undone, my orgasm so close I feel I could shriek with the pleasure.
If I could speak, I’d probably tell him I knew it too. That’s how deliriously out of my mind I am.
We both did. We knew it would be like this. It’s why I’ve been running from it for so long.
Except now that we’ve played with fire, I’m prepared to be burned up in him even if I know I should put it out.
6
LIAM
Watching Gabrielle Murphy come underneath me—because of me—is the most euphoric moment I’ve ever lived.
She’s writhing on my cock, arching up into me so that her tits are practically pressed to my nose, where I’m nuzzling the skin on her chest. I memorize the moans bursting past her lips, the trickle of sweat on her neck, and the way her legs tremble as the climax steals through her limbs. How the hand at the back of my neck latches so hard that I don’t think I’ll be able to wash off the bruise of her handprint for the next year.
This woman is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever witnessed, and I know I’ll do absolutely anything to see it again.
“Holy …” She breathes through her nose as she comes down, her eyes drunk with a post-orgasm glow.
“That’s right. Holy. That’s what this feels like.” I growl as I pick up my pace, needing to mark her.
My cock aches to release inside her, brand her, and make her mine. I wasn’t lying when I confessed that I knew it. I knew we would be like this; I knew being with her would be perfection.
“Liam.” She gasps as I drill into her, and it’s my undoing.
Sealing my mouth over hers, I let my release pour into her, the sensations in my body feeling like an earthquake I don’t mind crumbling in. My limbs seize up, air doesn’t exist for a fraction of a second, the planet stops turning. There is nothing but us, and I want to stay here forever.
