Wrapping my arms around his neck, I sink my own hand into his brown wavy hair as he tugs on mine. A moan slips past my lips, but he devours it, taking advantage of my open mouth to taste every inch of me he can get.
Abruptly he ends the kiss, pulling his head back, though his hand stays rooted in my hair while the other is still wrapped around my waist. We’re both breathing heavily, staring at each other, knowing what happened but not believing it at the same time.
A line crossed. A boundary broken. A promise shattered.
“Liam…”
“I know.” He licks his lips, removing his hand from my hair, running his fingertips along the length of my jaw once more. “I couldn’t stop it. Can’t stop it.”
Can’t. He can’t stop it. Does that mean…?
“Come back to my hotel room tonight,” he asks, dropping his forehead to mine. “Let me spend the night showing you how perfect you are.”
Chapter 4
Liam
Shovingthehoteldooropen, I’m half a second away from pushing Jordan against the wall, face first, when I think better of it. It’s something I do with every woman I take home. It’s one last test before we fuck. How rough do they want it? How rough can they handle it? I always have a good inclination before leaving the bar with a girl, letting it be known how I like my evenings to go and giving a woman a chance to back out, but I like to ensure my gut instincts are good when we get to where we’re going.
But Jordan… Jordan is different. Jordan isn’t just some girl I picked up at the bar. While I don’t think she would mind getting thrown up against the wall, I mind.
Walking her inside the room, I kick the door shut with a heel, turning her around in my arms to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, blue eyes sparkling with anticipation, and it sends blood straight to my already hard cock. She’s fucking gorgeous.
With zero force, I push her against the wall just inside the door, bringing a hand to her chin. Running my thumb over her swollen bottom lip, still deep red from her lipstick and not a smudge out of place, I lift one half of my mouth into a smile. “You’re sure?”
The excitement in her eyes dims, replaced with annoyance. “Areyou? You keep asking.”
The irritation in her voice makes me laugh. It’s true, but Ionly keep asking because I want to ensure she’s not going to regret tonight. This isn’t some random fuck. There’s potential for a lot of consequences for both of us if we go through with it, and I want her to be certain.
I know I am.
I’ve wrestled with this since Brody stopped us. I took Jordan to get food because I needed us both more sober than we were, so we could think and make rational decisions. I took her to the top of the tower because I wasn’t ready for the night to be over, but I still didn’t know where it was going to lead us.
Then that fucking fountain and light display happened. We weren’t moving and I knew she was freezing. What else was I going to do besides wrap myself around her? I didn’t have a jacket to offer her. I only had myself. Her entire body slowly started to relax against me, the shivers disappearing as she took the warmth that I offered her.
I couldn’t help watching her profile instead of the fountains. The joy radiated off her. The problem that plagued her earlier was the furthest thing from her mind. Her smile reached her eyes and was fucking perfect. Every part of her was perfect.
Isperfect.
Sliding my hand into her hair, I pull her head to the side which grants me access to the column of her neck. Dipping my head down, I run my nose from her collarbone all the way to her ear. “Positive. I can’t wait to sink my cock into that perfect pussy of yours.”
Jordan gives me the response I’m looking for. A breathy moan while her hips sink, looking for my thigh between her legs. She needs the friction, but I’m not ready to give it to her.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this perfect ass? How long I’ve wanted to bury my face between your perfect tits?” Myvoice is low against her throat as I kiss along it, tasting her, taking in her scent. A scent that fills my mind with images of daisies in a meadow, and I don’t even know what a daisy fucking smells like. “But more than that, I’ve always wanted this fucking neck.”
“My neck?” she whispers, unable to find more of her voice than that.
“It’s the one spot you never cover up. The one spot, no matter what you’re wearing, I always see,” I explain, running my teeth along the length. Jordan shivers at the motion. “If I were less of a gentleman, I’d mark it for everyone to see.”
She whimpers when I nip at the bottom of it. Gentle enough that it won’t leave a mark, but hard enough she feels it.
“But since I can’t, I want you to think of me every time something touches you here,” I growl, running my fingertips down the other side of her neck. Goosebumps pop up at my touch, and I smile against her skin. “Your hand, your hair, your shirt. Every time something touches it, you’re going to remember tonight. You’re going to think of my hard cock buried inside of you.”
I’m greeted with another whimper, but there’s no acknowledgement to my demand.
“Tell me you understand.”
With a breathy moan, her head nods before falling back against the wall. My cock pulses inside my jeans, begging to come out and play. It’ll get what it wants, but not yet.
