Page 41 of Pressure Point

“And just where should I touch you?” he asked, a wicked glint in his eye. He ran a thumb over each of her nipples, and they pebbled under the lace. She bit back a cry, not wanting to seem desperate for his touch, even though every inch of her ached for more. Her body had never, ever been this responsive when she’d explored on her own. Apparently a man’s hands made all the difference.

“Here?” he asked, still toying with her nipples. He leaned down and nipped at her earlobe, and she mewled, wanting him to do it again. “Or should I move farther south?”

“Yes,” she gasped, right as he placed a kiss on her neck. That was exactly what she wanted. No, what she needed. She wasn’t sure she was going to survive if he stopped.

As he trailed his hand down her body, Avery was sure that every single one of her nerve endings was standing at attention. His touch was hot and piercing. When he reached the top of her panties, he gently ran his hand just under the seam, pausing for a moment. She sucked in a breath, waiting for him to continue. Every piece of her was on edge, but Liam didn’t seem to be in any kind of rush. He seemed perfectly content to tease her, letting her just lie here in wait for whenever he was ready.

Avery wiggled her hips, earning her a laugh from Liam.

“Something you want, love?”

“Please…”

Slipping his hand under the fabric, he found her curls, running his fingers through them, before continuing on to where she knew she was all kinds of ready for him. She could feel herself growing slicker with each moment, and now that his big, strong hand was there, there was no holding back.

“Your pussy is so wet,” he murmured into her ear, running his hand up and down her folds. “Tell me something, love, do you play with yourself?”

Avery nodded, her lips pressed together hard. She didn’t know why she felt silly admitting such a thing; his hand was inside her panties for crying out loud. But there was something so intimate about the question, about this whole moment, and she didn’t want to ruin it.

“When you touch yourself, what makes you feel the best? When you play with your clit?” he asked, his voice husky and full of want, sending a thrill through her. His thumb found the bundle of nerves, lightly circling it. Avery gasped, her whole body jerking from the intensity of the touch. “Or are you more of a G-spot girl?”

Without stopping his attention on her clit, he eased a finger inside her, a moan escaping from her. Avery had never felt anything like this. Lifting her hips, begging for more and more of his touch, she almost didn’t recognize herself. She bit down on her lip, holding back another moan as Liam slipped a second finger inside her, running his fingertips along her insides, finding the sweet spot inside her. Every inch of her felt like she could burst into flames any moment. When she’d asked him to make her feel good, she had no idea that this was what he was going to be able to conjure up.

Liam moved his head down to her breast, lightly blowing against her still hard nipple. It tickled at first but then turned to a tingle that went straight to her sex. He turned his head, and she expected the other side to get the same treatment, but instead, he took her breast into his mouth, circling the hard nub with his tongue. That was all Avery needed, her climax appearing out of nowhere, slamming into her. She cried out, her eyes slamming shut, bucking wildly. Liam hunched over her more, not letting up on his efforts, dragging her orgasm out longer than she’d ever experienced.

Fuck, he knew what he was doing.

When she finally came down off her high, she opened her eyes to find Liam still leaning over her, the hand that had just rocked her world now gently stroking her hip. The smile on his face said that he knew he’d done a good job, but his eyes were soft, full of affection rather than arrogance. Her heart squeezed, wanting to kiss him again. Only this time, that inclination wasn’t coming from the wild attraction she’d felt earlier. Now it was something else. Something she couldn’t name.

“Did I make you feel good, love?” he asked, his grin turning slightly cocky.

Did you ever…

“Uh, yeah…” she said, shying away from him. How was she supposed to make eye contact with him now?

Liam placed a finger under her chin, lifting up until she was staring right at him. “How about I get you a pair of sweats, and we can cuddle up to finish Iron Man?”

Avery nodded, letting out a sigh of relief that nothing seemed to have changed between them. Well, almost nothing. Cuddling hadn’t been on the menu before.

But now that it was, Avery wasn’t sure she was ever going to be the same.

Chapter Fourteen

“You've been ignoring my calls,” Hazel said, not bothering with pleasantries.

“I haven’t been ignoring your calls,” Avery lied.

She had absolutely been ignoring them.

Mostly because she had no idea what to tell her best friend. She simultaneously wanted to both scream from the rooftops about what had happened between her and Liam last weekend and keep it a secret for all of time.

“It’s just been an insane week,” she said, putting the phone on speaker and tossing it onto the bed as she grabbed a shirt from her closet. “We had a Thursday night game, in Vancouver at that, so Wednesday and Friday were lost to travel. It was exhausting.”

At least that much was true. Very little about her work schedule was “normal,” but a midweek game across the country created even more chaos. Which, for the most part, Avery was fine with. It had meant she’d been able to keep her mind occupied with something other than the mind-blowing, life-altering orgasm Liam had given her. Well, sort of.

Avery would have been lying to herself if she said she hadn’t thought about it at all. She’d thought about it plenty. She just wasn’t sure what any of it meant.

After Liam had grabbed her a pair of his sweatpants and poured her a glass of water to help with her leg cramp, they curled up on the couch and went back to the movie, just as it had been before. Well, other than the curled up together part. That part was new. And oh so welcome. Liam’s big, strong arms had engulfed her, pulling her into his hard chest and cocooning her there. Her body was so relaxed after that incredible release that she’d had to fight off sleep more than once. Not that Liam seemed to mind. In fact, he seemed more than happy to just let her rest against him.