“Liam, shut up and get up here.” With a shake of his head, he swung a leg over her, settling on her hips. “Let’s see, where were we?”
Wrapping her long fingers around his shaft, she began to run her fist slowly up and back until he felt a moan escape him. With a rip, she tore the wrapper open with her teeth and rolled the condom onto him.
“Get on your knees,” Liam said, shifting off her.
With a wicked grin, she rolled over, pushing her ass into the air at him. Those jeans he had been ogling earlier didn’t do her justice. Her ass was absolute perfection. If he had been a master sculptor, he would have blinded himself after molding it out of clay, knowing he would never see anything like it again.
He needed to calm down and stop overthinking this before he embarrassed himself by coming too fast. Or worse, spouting poetry.
Wrapping his large hands over her hips, he entered her in one hard thrust, taking both of their breaths away. After waiting for her to begin to rock onto him, he wrapped one hand in her hair and the other around her chest, pulling her up on her knees.
With hard, fast thrusts, he pounded into her as she began to chant his name. When pronouncing Liam proved to be too much, she changed to just screaming yes as she shattered around him.
He thrust into her a few more times before light exploded inside his brain, searing every sense in his body. He came hard, seemingly not to be able to stop until he was utterly spent. Releasing her hair, he eased her back down on the bed.
Unfortunately, he had to take care of the condom. Returning from the bathroom with a wet, warm cloth, he cleaned her up before climbing in next to her.
Kissing her gently, he turned her until he could pull her back against his chest. Soon he could hear the sound of her breathing even out. She was lying with her head on his biceps, her hair spread out between them.
How was it possible to do everything wrong tonight but still have the best sex in his life? Had he been doing it wrong all these years? No one before had made him lose his fucking mind like this woman had. What did that mean? He was only here for two weeks, and his family would be home Sunday night, so he knew he didn’t have time to find out.
Liam dozed off for a couple of hours, waking with her lips wrapped around his cock sometime in the night. Toward early morning, they discovered she had one more condom in her purse and put it to good use. Liam found it was just as good, if not even better, the second time.
Maybe he could continue to see her while he was here. There was no reason anyone had to find out. Right? Why did his brain keep warning him this was going to quickly become a disaster?
Sometime around dawn, he woke to the sound of rustling in the room. Feeling around the bed only to find her no longer there, he sat up on his elbows. She was at the end of the bed, wiggling into her jeans. So she was sneaking out on him this morning?
“Oh, hey,” she said, turning around. “I promised I’d meet my mom for breakfast this morning. I really could use a shower and change of clothes.” He simply continued to watch her as she pulled on her boots. “I had a good time last night.” Standing, she started to walk into the living room.
“Can I ask you something?” he asked.
Stopping, she turned, her hand on the doorknob. “Sure.”
“Can you please tell me your name? I know I should have just asked last night, but I felt like I should already know it.” She stood for a moment, studying him. He was still on his elbows, the sheet pooling around his waist as he waited. Slowly, a grin broke out across her face.
“Of course, I can’t see where it matters now, though. It’s Chiara. Chiara Scaletti.” Laughing at the shock on his face, she turned and walked out of the apartment.
ChapterThree
“Oh fuck me!”Chiara laughed all the way down the stairs hearing Liam scream out behind her. She was still chuckling as she drove across town, imagining the panic he must be feeling. It was his fault for not recognizing the little sister of the SWAT sergeant, who was one of his brother’s best friends.
Deep down, she had hoped he wouldn’t figure it out because last night would never have happened. And, truth be told, last night was amazing. She could still feel the soreness between her legs to prove it. The good kind, not that “walk-of-shame what did I do last night” kind.
So, it was probably completely wrong to seduce her part-time boss’s little brother and full-time friend’s brother-in-law into bed. But damn if she could find even a speck of remorse for doing so.
She had had decent sex before, even her ex-douchebag boyfriend hadn’t been too bad. But she hadn’t ever had her mind blown like it was last night. Liam hadn’t just used her body, he had worshipped it, devoured it, made it sing. She was even pretty sure she had passed out at least once from coming so hard her brain had shut down.
The trouble now was, could she keep him coming back to her for the next two weeks, damn the consequences? Even having just come from his bed, her lady parts sore from extreme use, she was already jonesing for more. Yep, she was developing an obsession with young Liam Donnelly and his magical cock.
Four years younger than her wasn’t too young, right? Who cares, she’ll cougar the crap out of that. Liam, with all of his rippling abs, chiseled pecs, and glorious obliques.
Chiara let out a deep sigh, turning into the driveway of the house she and Max had grown up in. She had swung by her small apartment for a quick shower and change of clothes. Her Italian mother would smell a man on her a mile away. There was no need to stir that fire.
“Mom,” she called, walking through the back door.
“Chi!” her sister-in-law, Karlie, called out, standing up from the couch in the living room. Shit! Was it even possible to find out this quickly? And from where?
Liam sure as hell wouldn’t blab. Not if he wanted to keep his testicles, anyway. Quickly closing the space between them, they drew each other in for a bear hug.
