What? Jesus, I swear there must be a pool below me on the counter, and he hasn’t touched me yet.
“Yes,” I whimper. I fucking can’t stand this buildup anymore. “Can you just fuck me finally?”
He tuts. “Not so fast, Little Thunder. First, touch yourself for me.”
I don’t hesitate, and my fingers find my clit fast. A moan slides from my lips.
“Now you make yourself come,” he demands.
My head falls back, my eyes closing as my own fingers send an electrical current down my spine.
“Eyes on me. The. Whole. Fucking. Time.” Liam’svoice is labored, and when I snap my gaze to him, it’s clear why.
He’s watching me, but he’s also stroking himself. With my underwear. Heat spreads through me, and I’m not even sure if it’s my fingers, his gaze, or his hand on his cock that drags me closer to my release.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You should see yourself. I can watch you like this and never stop.”
Pre-cum covers his head. I’ve seen him flexing his hand so many times. What a great rehearsal for this. I never knew that watching someone jerk off could be this heady.
Still, he’s too far away. Perhaps a good thing, because the man is packing. His cock is… definitely not going to fit. My pussy clenches, and this time it’s more anxiety than excitement.
“Thunder,” Liam grits out. “Where did you go?”
Jesus. The man reads my mind already. “I need you closer,” I moan.
“Just come for me first. I need you ready.” His jerks are almost aggressive.
Watching him lose it is intoxicating. It pulls me out of my head. I massage my clit, the buildup curling at the base of my spine. I’m so close, but I know it’s not enough.
“Now, Thunder, hurry.”
He’s close, too, barely hanging onto his control, andthat is my undoing. My arousal coats my hand as I bite my lips to stifle a scream while I let go.
I’m spent in my lust-induced fog, but I can’t take my eyes off him. With a few bold strokes, he stills, a string of curses falls from his lips, and ropes of white coat my underwear.
“Now you know what you do to me, Little Thunder.”
Chapter 16
Liam
“Ithought I’d make you comeinyour pants.” She smiles, her gaze hooded.
Little minx.
I step closer and grip her chin between my thumb and index finger. “Just remember. You make me lose control as well.”
Fusing my lips over hers, I stop her retort, but also finally take the mouth that has been teasing me for weeks now.
She whimpers into the kiss, grabbing my lapels, pulling me closer. Her taste explodes on my tongue—all the sweetness of the culinary foreplay in the dining room, along with something that is uniquely Roxy.
I can’t get enough. Kissing this woman feels like a basic need. Like I don’t need to eat or sleep anymore,but kissing her is life-preserving. I have never felt like this.
I’m not sure whether I like it.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms gripping my hair as we duel with our tongues. Desperate. Crazed. Untethered.
As she pointed out, this is the worst idea ever. But it might be the best one, and I’m willing to risk it at this point.
