His hands wandered to her waist, feeling the boning of the corset beneath the chemise, straying up to the neckline and tracing his fingers along the edge of the fabric. He just needed to touch her. Just a touch and then he would walk away. He would not reach beneath her costume to see if she was wet enough to soak through her panties. He would not send her back to rehearsal smelling of sex.
“Would you talk to Tammy if someone else was given this costume?” she asked.
He hesitated and then sighed, his fingers dipping just beneath the edge off her corset. “No, I wouldn’t.”
“Then you can’t intervene for me.”
Liam rested his forehead against hers, trying to calm the beast in him that wanted to haul her over his shoulder and drag her back to his bed. “I hate the idea of all the guys in there getting off on the sight of my girlfriend.”
“I’m your girlfriend?” she asked in a small voice, her eyes wide.
His heart cracked at the question. How could she not know how he felt about her? He wanted to pummel every man who had ever made her think she wasn’t worthy of a commitment.
“Of course, you are, contessa.”
“We’ve just never officially said…”
He smiled, stroking her cheek with his thumb. His lips brushed against hers. Given her history with men, he should have known she needed the words. He resolved to give her all his words from that point forward.
“I don’t play games, Min. And I don’t intend to let you go. I’m all in.”
“Me, too.”
His chest ached with the magnitude of the smile she flashed his way. And his control snapped. He didn’t just want her – he needed her. Needed to show her how much she belonged to him. How much he belonged to her.
Liam kissed her, deeply, hungrily, lapping at her smile until her startled laughter turned to moans against his lips. His hips pressed her back against the cold metal of the door. With one hand, he reached behind her head and turned the deadbolt, locking them in. His other hand slipped beneath the robe and the flimsy white lingerie, cupping her ass. He groaned when he found her bare skin, her thong leaving her ass completely exposed to him. Liam walked her back to the makeup counter, urging her up onto the cheap linoleum. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
“We shouldn’t do this here,” she whispered as he sank his teeth into the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, dragging his lips over her cleavage.
She moaned and arched her back, offering her breasts up to him. He slid his hand down the front of her thong, his fingers filling her as his palm ground against her clit. She gasped and he clucked an admonition.
“You know I love those little noises you make,” he said, grinding against her clit particularly hard to emphasize his point, “but we wouldn’t want anyone to hear. I need you to be very quiet. Can you do that, baby?”
She swallowed hard and nodded, and suddenly just touching her wasn’t enough. He needed to taste her. He dropped to his knees, moving her legs around his shoulders, and pulled her thong aside.
“Just a little taste,” he said to himself, before diving in, giving her no time to adjust to the pressure, the movement of his tongue. He ate her like he’d never have the chance to again. He pumped with his fingers, fast and unrelenting, as he dragged his teeth over her clit, growling against her wet center when she gasped in response.
Liam glanced up at his contessa, the gorgeous woman spread before him like a feast, and couldn’t help the swell of pride at the sight of her, her hand clapped over her mouth to muffle her cries and her chest heaving with the effort. He would never have enough of the taste of her, never tire of the feel of her pussy quivering against his tongue. He wrapped one arm around her thigh, forcing her to keep herself open for him despite the spasms rocking her body, forcing her to take every second of pleasure he gave her. She came with a muffled cry, her hips bucking as she worked herself against his face.
Min’s body still trembling, Liam stood, dragging his wet fingers across her lips, painting them with her own cum. She parted for him, sucking the taste of herself off his fingers and his breathing shuddered as his cock pulsed against his zipper.
She reached for him, unbuckling his belt with trembling hands. Liam’s cock pushed through the opening in his boxer briefs, thick and hard as it poked out of the placket of his pants, the rigid length almost angry with need and the tip leaking precum.
Min gripped him and damn near purred as she used the slick tip of him to stroke her swollen clit.Fuck, she’s perfect. The way she took what she wanted, demanded her own pleasure, all while ensuring his. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come just like this, just from the way she looked at him like he was some kind of god while she used his cock to bring herself towards a second orgasm.
He took himself in hand and continued the movements she had begun, working her in slow deliberate circles, using the ridge of his crown to drive her closer to release.
“Please,” she begged on a whisper. “I need you.”
“I don’t have a condom, Min,” he said, the regret burning him alive. Why didn’t he always have condoms with him? He would never go anywhere without a condom again.
“I don’t care,” she said. He froze, his eyes flying to hers. “I want to feel you.”
He groaned, dropping his head against her shoulder. It was tempting – so goddamn tempting. “Min, I don’t know.”
“I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.”
