“Be a good girl and guide me in, Thunder. Take my cock and slide it inside your greedy pussy. Show me how much you need it.”
I pull at the waistband of his briefs. His erection springs free, already coated with precum. I wrap my hand around it, and we both moan.
“You need it as much as I do,” I pant.
Liam scoops me under my ass and pulls me to the edge, practically holding me in the air. “Yes. But I’m done pretending it’s not true.”
Oh. My. Poor. Heart.
I line him up at my entrance and dig my heals into his ass to pull him closer. He thrusts forward, and we both still, watching where we are connected.
When our gazes meet I almost look away, because I swear he is communicating with my soul.
“Hold on, Thunder,” he growls. “And eyes on me. The. Whole. Fucking. Time.”
Chapter 27
Liam
My thrusts are relentless. I’ve been gentle with her since the hospital. Letting her body rest a bit.
But I can’t help myself anymore. I need her to feel how desperate I am for her.
Her eyes fleet around briefly as she fights the urge to look away. She holds my gaze with her stubborn will. She wants to look away, though.
Just like she hasn’t reacted to my words. Not verbally, at least. But the sudden hitch in her breath, the widening of her eyes, the goose bumps… they prove that she heard me.
Really heard me.
And I need to show her. The need grabs me with such ferocity that the table screeches on the rough floor and hits thewall.
I might not be ready tosayI love her. She might not be ready tohearit. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be reminding her.
With my actions.
With my respect.
With my support.
Corm had to say it out loud before I allowed myself to see it.
And when she looked at the car… like it was engineering, not status. Not with admiration, but with appreciation.
I understood then. This is it for me. There is no other way.
Roxy grips my shoulders, her nails sinking into my skin. Sweat trickles down my forehead.
Our panting fills the space. I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her, preventing her from leaving.
Not here and now.
From our lives.
I’m completely possessed by the need to finally own this woman. For her to let me claim her as mine. For awarding me that privilege.
She meets the punishing tempo with eagerness, and when I think I should slow down to give her a bit of a reprieve, she surprises me.
“Harder,” she grits out.
