I let out a whimper and he kissed me harder, his tongue diving into my mouth as he took control. My hands moved up his chest to his neck. Digging into his hair, I tugged. He growled.
He moved to my jawline, tilting my head as he worshiped my neck. “Gods, you smell divine.” He ran his nose up the column of my throat, then kissed his way down to my collarbone.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, beautiful?” His hands were everywhere. Skimming my hips and my waist, one cupping my breast and squeezing.
His mouth moved back up and met mine in a searing kiss. “Did you know…that I can’t get you out of my head?” He nipped my bottom lip and tugged. “That I think about you when I’m teaching…when I’m grading papers…when I’m alone at night with my cock in my hand…I imagine your breathy sighs and pretend it's you. Your hand…your mouth…your perfect pussy…”
Oh my gods.I could never get enough of this man’s dirty talk. It was so unlike me.
“Liam…” I moaned, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. “My mother’s speaking soon. We have to go back out there.”
He glanced at his watch. “We have fifteen minutes. That’s plenty of time.”
I panted. “Plenty of time for what?”
“For me to help you relax,” he murmured against my lips before kissing me hard again, pressing me against the wall.
Breaking the kiss, he took a step back. “Take off your panties.”
I shivered at the authoritative tone in his voice. “Here?”
“Yes. Here. Don’t play with me, Cerise. Take. Them. Off.” His pupils were blown as his eyes slowly raked down my body.
I bit my lip as a little thrill ran through me. I was locked in a room with the most amazing man I’d ever known, being ordered around. And I loved it. I wanted more of it. Reaching beneath the slit of my dress, I began to shimmy out of them.
“Lift your dress higher, I want to see.”
I did as he ordered, lifting the skirts high enough so he could see everything as I removed the black lace set I wore. He licked his lips and groaned as I set my underwear on the arm of a nearby chair. He took a couple steps forward.
“Turn around and keep your dress lifted in the front.”
I did as he said. My pulse sped up when I saw we were both facing the full-length mirror.
He closed in behind me, flush against my back. Moving the hair off my shoulder, he kissed my neck, murmuring into my skin, “You wore your hair down…”
“Yes,” I gasped when his teeth grazed my shoulder.
His eyes lifted, meeting mine in the reflection. “Why?”
“Because you like it that way,” I whispered.
He grinned, wrapping it around his fist, andtugged, returning to his ministrations along my neck and shoulder as his other hand skimmed my body and moved low, cupping my aching pussy.
“Ohhh,” I moaned when a finger slid through the wetness that had pooled between my thighs.
“So fucking wet for me,” he growled into my ear.
I whimpered.
“You’re going to have to be quiet.”
I nodded, already gasping as he began to work my clit in slow circles. My head fell back against his shoulder and I closed my eyes.
“No, beautiful. Open your eyes. I want you to watch.” He released my hair and gripped my chin, tilting my head down so I faced our reflection in the mirror.
My entire face was flushed, my chest rising and falling. Liam’s expression was wild with desire and determination, his pupilswide, his hair a mess from when I had tugged on it as he watched me over my shoulder.
A finger slid inside me. I gasped as he curled it and began to pump. I was so wet, the noises were obscene as he worked me over.
