“You were fucking fantastic in there.” Liam’s voice comes low, rougher than usual, scraping down my spine.
Something in me snaps. It doesn’t break. It snaps. Like a trigger being pulled. Like gravity finally letting go. Exhilaration slams into desire with whiplash force.
His praise hits the softest part of me—the part I never let anyone touch—and sets it on fire.
One second, I’m breathing. The next, I’m moving. I don’t think. I don’tplan.
I launch across the seat, fisting the front of his suit like it’s the only thing anchoring me to the earth.
His eyes flare with shock, heat, something darker, and then my mouth is on his.
A collision.
A release.
A goddamn eruption.
There is nothing soft about the kiss. Fueled by the pent-up energy, it’s not gentle. It’s all teeth and hunger.
His hand comes up, cupping my jaw, thumb grazing the hinge. His touch is almost painful, gripping me like he’s making sure I don’t bolt.
I won’t. Not today. Today, I want to be reckless.
His other hand snakes around my waist. Dragging me closer until there’s no space left, he hoists me over. My skirt rides up as I straddle his thigh, never disconnecting our lips. Just taking.
I gasp against his mouth, and he takes the sound like it belongs to him, swallowing it, deepening the kiss.
It’s messy and frantic, and hot enough to short-circuit my thoughts.
All the tension.
All the competition.
All the almosts.
They explode between us like a fuse finally bursting into flame. I gyrate my hips shamelessly, chasing the friction. It’s not enough and too much atthe same time, as my panties-clad pussy grazes the soft fabric of his pants.
Liam bites my lower lip and pulls, his hooded gaze on me. But I have no patience for pauses. No desire for a break. No prudence for premature regrets.
“Tell me to stop, Thunder,” he rasps.
Instead of my words, I kiss him harder, my hands sliding under his suit jacket. Fuck, the man is ripped. I tug at his tie. I need to feel his heat on my skin.
“This is a bad idea,” he murmurs, as he pushes my jacket off my shoulders.
“The worst,” I pant, abandoning his tie because the task seems impossible.
I ride his leg, dry-humping him like it was a question of life and death. Like chasing a release is the only thing that matters.
His fingers inch up my thigh. My head falls back, a moan escaping me as his thumb grazes my clit.
“Look how soaked you are, Thunder, making a mess all over my pants. What a dirty little slut you are.”
The words should sting. Instead, oh, God. They detonate inside me, driving me wild. Everything disappears as I chase and take and claim like a woman possessed.
Liam’s thumb finds the perfect rhythm so fast, it’s like he knows my body already. With his other hand,he cups the back of my neck, pulling me closer, swallowing my moans.
Hot desire spreads through me like wildfire. “I’m close,” I pant, rubbing myself on him shamelessly.
