And then his mouth was pressed to hers. His tongue was demanding, parting her lips, and he consumed her. She melted against him, her knees buckling. But he had her, his arm banded around her waist and holding her tightly to his body.Fuck, I’ll never let her go again.
He pressed her against the wall of the dressing room, dragging her bottom lip between his teeth and growling into her mouth. The hard length of his erection pressed against her, and her breathing hitched. He couldn’t help the swell of pride at her reaction, the animal satisfaction at impressing her with his body.And I’m just getting started.
Liam pulled away and Min’s hand flew to her lips, fingers pressing to the swollen flesh. He waited for the regret to find them, but instead he saw his own desire looking back at him from her wide eyes.
He cradled Min’s face in his hands as they both breathed heavily, and he looked up at her through the dark sweep of his eyelashes. “Come home with me tonight,” he whispered.
She nodded and the joy swelling within him was almost too much to take. He pressed another kiss to her lips. Pulling away, he drew a mask over his face, concealing the man desperate with desire as he opened the door to the dressing room.
“Tonight,” he growled over his shoulder, a command and a promise.
Chapter Twenty
Min pulled into Dr. Jacobs’ driveway and realized she had been gripping the steering wheel so hard her hands hurt.This is really happening – finally.
Dr. Jacobs opened the front door before she even got out of the car. He bounded down the front steps and opened the car door for her, offering her his hand to help her out. She followed him up the flagstone path to his house. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his side just as he did all those weeks ago in a crowded club in Italy, and she was instantly at ease as he led her inside with that impossibly sexy smile that revealed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
And then he was just Liam.
Somehow, she knew that from then on, he would always just be Liam.
As soon as the door closed, he pulled her into his arms, as if he needed to touch more of her to be sure she was actually there. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked in a low voice against her throat.
“No,” she said as his teeth grazed her skin.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, his mouth moving to her ear.
“Starving,” she replied, digging her hand into his hair and lifting his head so she could meet his eyes. His pupils were blown, his gaze pure heat. She tugged on his hair slightly, biting her lip when he growled in response to the gentle pull.
“I need you to know, you’re in control here, Min,” he said, a bit of his professor voice sneaking in. “You say the word, and everything stops, and we never have to talk about this again.”
She lay her free hand on his cheek, running her palm over his sandpaper stubble. “How many times do I have to tell you that I want you?”
He searched her eyes and then his lips were on hers. His kiss was hungry, insistent. He walked her down the hall and into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them and never taking his lips off hers. Soft music played from a small speaker on his dresser, a cello piece so moving it broke her heart while Liam worked to make it whole again. He slipped one shoulder of her shirt down, planting kisses along the line of her collarbone.
How did she get so lucky? How did she find herself here, with this dream of a man murmuring endearments against her skin? What quirk of the universe had brought them together finally, after so long of wanting him, after so many months of wonderingwhat if– what if he weren’t her professor? What if Dr. Van Aller had never seen them that night? What if they hadn’t tried to suppress their desires for so long? All the what-if’s didn’t matter anymore, because they were there. She was there, in his bedroom, in his arms, in the one place she never thought she’d get to be.
That tingly, lightheaded feeling crept over her as she luxuriated in his touch. Suddenly there was too much between them. She needed to feel his skin on hers to know she wasn’t dreaming. She slipped a hand beneath the edge of his shirt, her fingers grazing the muscles of his lower back.Good Lord.She would never get enough of the feel of his skin.
Liam stopped kissing her and began unbuttoning his shirt, watching her the whole time, like he was waiting for her to change her mind. Min moved her hands to his and took over undressing him, one button at a time revealing his chiseled chest, the slight definition in his abs, the line of musculature at his hips making a V that dipped below his waistband, the line of coarse hair below his navel.
Running her hands over his stomach and up his chest, she slid the shirt down his shoulders, pausing to kiss the black and grey sleeve tattoo where it curled over his bicep and beneath his collarbone. He watched her as she undressed him and the hunger in his eyes intensified.
“You’re really here,” he whispered, the awe in his voice sending goosebumps across her skin.
“I’m here,” she said.
Min held his gaze. It was like someone else was controlling her body as she undid his belt and his perfectly pressed jeans, sliding the zipper down tooth by tooth. She hooked her fingers over the waistband, pulling just enough for his pants to drop to the floor. His belt buckle clattered against the hardwood.
He stepped out of his jeans, and she couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his boxer briefs.God, he’s massive. She’d felt him before, his erection pressed against her through their clothes, but it was another thing entirely to see him, even through a layer of jersey cotton. He ran his fingers through his hair and grinned, clearly pleased with himself as she took in the sight of his perfect body – the body of a man, not some college boy.
She was suddenly nervous again. She’d never been with amanbefore. What if she embarrassed herself? What if they’d been weaving this fantasy for so long that she couldn’t live up to it? What if he was repulsed by the places where she jiggled, the dimples in her thighs?
Liam’s touch calmed her, pulling her back from the spiraling thoughts. “I’ve imagined you here so many times,” he said as he brushed the loose tendrils of her hair aside and kissed the place where her shoulder curved into her neck.
His lips only left her skin long enough for him to pull her tunic top over her head, dropping it to the floor at her feet, revealing her breasts barely contained by her lacy bra. The hard peaks of her nipples strained against the lace, and they threatened to spill over with every shaking breath. She moved her arms around her middle, an attempt to hide the part of her body she was most worried about him seeing.
Liam tsked as he took her hands in his and moved her arms away, leaving her exposed to his view. “Don’t hide from me,” he said, part command, part supplication. He exhaled forcefully at the sight of her, his cock jolting as he drank her in.
