Liam breathed deeply to keep himself from shouting. Because what could he even say?
“Something’s not right about that kid,” he said instead. “I have a bad feeling –”
“Screw your bad feeling! That boy is the heir to a multi-billion-dollar fortune, he is an alum, and they want to write a check to the university with more zeros on it than you or I will ever see again. Get your head out of your ass.”
Liam nodded. The dean was right. He knew he was right. But he couldn’t dismiss the look in Min’s eyes whenever Aidan Dietrich’s name came up.
“I just thought –” he began.
“You thought you’d jeopardize your career – and mine along with it – because the Dietrich boy is an insufferable twat.” The dean snorted. After a pause, he continued, his tone almost fatherly. “Most of the people who donate absurd sums of money to the university are intolerable, son. The names of a few more glory hounds and egomaniacs scattered about campus will hardly hurt anyone.”
“Yes, sir,” Liam nodded. He couldn’t quite bring himself to believe it, not when he could so easily call to mind the eyes of the woman he knew would be most hurt by Aidan Dietrich’s name on that theater, even if he still wasn’t surewhy.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Saturday night. Liam had washed the counters in his kitchen three times already, but he was out of ways to burn off the nervous energy flooding his system.
He needed to see Min.
But she was late. There had been a crash on the Throgs Neck Bridge and she and Jeff had been stuck in traffic for hours. He was going out of his mind ever since she’d mentioned graduate programs in New England. He had to convince her to stay at Burnett, to build the opera program with him. And he needed to talk to her about the Dietrichs and find out what the fuck she was keeping from him. He couldn’t help the all-consuming fear that whatever she had to tell him would confirm this growing sick feeling in his stomach – that he couldn’t have both, her and his program. That by paving the way for Aidan’s name to be put on the theatre, he’d already made his choice.
He shook his head.I’m being dramatic. He just needed to see her, to touch her. Three days had been too long. He never wanted to be away from her for three days again. He never wanted to spend another night without her in his arms.
The thought froze him in his tracks. Never mind Christmas break or spring break or any of the other long weekends where she might want to go home and see her family – what would happen when she graduated? What if she moved back to Rhode Island? Or pursued her masters across the country? His heart twisted and his stomach lurched just at the thought of not being with her.
At the sound of a soft tapping, he flung the door open. Min stood on his front steps, yoga pants low on her hips, an oversized university sweatshirt hanging off her shoulder, and her hair pulled back in a low ponytail. She’d never looked more beautiful. She was clearly exhausted from too many hours in the car and still, every part of his body thrummed with the need to go to her, to touch her, to make sure she never left him again.
Liam wrapped her in his arms and crashed his mouth over hers before she was even all the way in the house, kicking the door closed behind her. He pinned all her soft curves against him, and his cock stirred in response. Min sighed against his lips. He was so hard already he could take her just like that. He meant to walk her into his bedroom, but he didn’t make it that far. The need to bury himself in her heat and know she was his was too overwhelming.
They knocked over a lamp as they tumbled to the floor in the living room and he didn’t care.
“Hello to you, too,” she laughed before he captured her mouth again and her laughter turns to sighs.
He peeled her sweatshirt off, trailing open mouthed kisses over her neck, her collarbone. He was being too rough, his hands on her breasts too demanding. He should slow down; he should be gentler. But as his hands dug into her flesh, heat flashed in Min’s eyes. She was just as far gone as he was. He tore her yoga pants off her legs as she frantically stripped him of his shirt, digging her nails into his back.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled as he kicked off his pants.
Min reached between them and gripped his cock at the base, pulling him with her to the couch as if he were a dog and his cock were his leash. She pushed him back on the couch and climbed into his lap, straddling him.When did she get so confident?He loved it. How did he get so lucky to have this fantasy come to life, this perfect woman grinding her wet folds against him? He lifted her hips as she gripped his base and guided his flared tip to her opening. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she slammed her hips down, taking him all the way inside her with one powerful motion and the dirtiest gasp.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he grated out, his hands kneading her ass as she rolled her hips. “This is where you belong. With me. Riding my cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned, leaning back and trusting him to hold her, that he wouldn’t let her fall.
And at that angle, with her body on full display, he could see every hot inch of himself stretching her, every wet glide of her body on his. It was hypnotic watching himself disappear into her body over and over.
“You’re so beautiful, contessa,” he groaned as her cunt began to flutter and contract around him. “Look at us.”
She lifted her head to watch with him, to stare at the obscene way her body gripped him, the way she coated him with her wetness. She hummed in appreciation and he started thrusting his hips up to meet her.
“You feel so good,” she murmured. He ground his thumb into her clit and she bucked against him with a sharp intake of breath. “I’m never going a day without fucking you again,” she promised.
Liam captured her lips, biting her lower lip and tasting every inch of her mouth with his tongue.
“Not a single day,” he said. “You’re mine. Your mouth,”kiss, “your breasts,”kiss, “your pussy,”kiss, “your heart. Every part of you is mine.”
“Yes. Oh, God, Liam!” she cried, digging her nails into his biceps as she came, her thighs shaking and her inner walls grasping at his length.
He fucked her through it, clenching his jaw to hold himself back. He wasn’t ready for this to end yet. As the flutters of her hot channel slowed, he began rocking into her again, slowly. He needed to go slow, to make this last, but he could tell by the way she tried to urge him on with the movement of her hips that she wanted more. With a wicked grin, he resolved to give it to her.
