Page 106 of Just Between Us

My hands turn into greedy little things, moving to cup him through his dress pants. A tortured groan works its way up Liam’s throat as I begin to stroke the hard bulge through the fabric. He breaks away, breathless, lips swollen, hair standing on end from my hands.

“Angel, baby, I do not want a repeat performance of Valentine’s Day.”

“We have too many clothes on,” I pant out, sweeping my hands up and down. “Off.”

Liam complies, unbuttoning his shirt with nimble fingers. I take a step back to admire the man in front of me. His shoulders have broadened since the last time I saw him shirtless. I know he’s been working out more, and it shows. Standing before me is a masterpiece. There’s more definition to his abs that makes my mouth go dry. An out-of-control feeling takes over and I lean in to run my tongue along his collarbones, nails raking over the hard ridges of his stomach. His muscles shift under my touch and something primal lights up in me. Like an ancient goddess who has complete control. But with healthy boundaries and consent of course.

Liam’s hand moves to my back fumbling around for a second.

“Side—zipper’s on the side,” I rush out, while using my toes to kick out of my heels.

He gets it lowered quickly and drags the straps of my dress down until the fabric pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my red lace thong.

And he freezes, his body going preternaturally still.

“No bra?” Liam’s lips part as he takes a step backward, one hand lifting to cover his mouth. “You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around this town all this time looking likethatunder your clothes?”

I give his shoulder a playful shove. “You’ve seen me in a swimsuit.”

“But I haven’t seen you like this.” He lets out a low whistle. “Pretty pink nipples, pebbled up just for me.”

His eyes sear into mine as he drags feather light circles over one nipple. God, it feels good. My knees nearly buckle at the sensation, a sound escaping me that I couldn’t name if I tried. Liam lowers his head and swirls his tongue around each one of my dermals, slowly moving lower until he reaches my nipple that he catches gently between his teeth.

“Fuck me,” he whispers almost to himself.

I release an undignified giggle. “That’s what I’m trying to do. Take me to your bed,” I beg. “Please, Liam.”

His eyes flash with desire and in one fluid motion he hoists me up and my legs instantly wrap around his waist.

“Are you one hundred percent sure? I can shut this down right now if you aren’t.”

This man has done plenty of sexy things since I’ve known him. But asking for consent is hands down one of the sexiest by far.

“And just so we’re clear. I got a clean bill of health back in January.”

“I have an implant,” I say, motioning with my head to the tiny raised bump of flesh on my upper arm.

“Can I take you bare, baby?” he asks, voice wavering.

In response I press my lips to his and whisper against his mouth, “Yes. Now take me to your bed.”

I wrap both arms around his neck as he walks us straight to his room and sets me down on the bed, standing over me with a look that is damn near feral. “I need you to know. I don’t think I’m capable of being gentle with you.”

Just like I did in the kitchen, I stroke him through his pants. “Good. Gentle isn’t what I’m interested in tonight.”

Without a word, Liam unhooks his belt, metal clanging in the silence, and he pushes his pants and boxer briefs down, stepping out of them. I’m rendered speechless at his fully naked body.That deep V leading down to what I already assumed would be impressive does not disappoint, and my first instinct is to wrap my mouth around him. But what I don’t expect is a row of silver barbells lining the underside of his dick. My eyes whip up to meet his.

“Your fucking dick is pierced?”

A grin takes its place on Liam’s face. “It’s called a Jacob’s ladder.”

Curiosity gets the better of me. I lean forward and wrap one hand around the inked bands tattooed on his thigh, and with the other I bring him to my mouth, running my tongue along each and every rung. I’m admittedly intimidated by this turn of events, but that doesn’t stop me from licking up his shaft until I reach the tip.

Liam murmurs barely intelligible words of praise, his abs tightening as I give it several slow deliberate sucks before releasing it with a pop of my lips.

“You like?” he asks, eyes a little dazed.

Swallowing down my nerves at the thought of howthatis about to be inside of me, I nod. At that small dip of my head, something in Liam shifts. He prowls over me like I’m his prey and he’s about to feast, leaning forward to cage me between his arms. I’m forced backward on the bed, scooting until my shoulders hit the headboard while Liam follows. He starts at my ribs, dancing kisses across the tender skin until he’s back to my breasts, sucking and nibbling with maddening little licks until every nerve in my body is a string, wound to its breaking point. My hips buck against his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction, and Liam rumbles a low laugh against my skin that only makes me need more. More of Liam, more of us.