Page 41 of Stronger Than Love

“You asked for one last summer,” she reminded me. “Are you going to waste it on regrets?”

My fingers grasped her cheek to tilt her head up before slowly moving down to hold her throat in a light caress that claimed her. My hand tightened and my head slowly descended, her lips parting in anticipation.

Fuck one last summer.

I wanted everything.

My mouth smashed into hers and she groaned, her hands gripping my shoulders. Right at this moment, after what happened in the office, I decided that I was playing for keeps. Oonagh could think this was our swan song, but I had no intention of ever letting her go. The beast inside me wanted to bury itself so deep in her that she could never leave us again.

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Chapter Fifteen

Oonagh

My senses were drowning under the onslaught of Liam’s mouth. He didn’t kiss; he consumed my every thought and stole the oxygen from my lungs until all that was left was the sensation of his lips on mine and his tongue demanding control.

Where did the professional, unflappable woman go?

His lips trailed fire down my throat as my head fell back onto the cool window. I arched my back because my breasts were aching with desire. Every part of me wanted him at the same time.

An image of me tied to an ancient altar, naked, with Liam taking everything before putting me back together again, flickered through my mind. I wanted to hand myself over to his control.

He swung me around, one arm around me as the other swiped stuff off his desk to lay me on it. Liam’s eyes were burning with hunger as he stood over me like a god of sex and depravity. His hair was tousled from my fingers raking through it and his lips were swollen.

My bottom lip sucked into my mouth, my ass sliding forward to sit up. He watched me silently as I unfastened histrousers. His cock was already hard and ready to go as I drew it out.

Suddenly he moved with the speed of a predator attacking its prey, his hands pinning my wrists to his desk. “You have no idea what I want to do to you,” he muttered, his voice thick with passion.

“Then do it.” Did he not realise that I would do anything for him? For ten years, I’d avoided coming home because I knew I would never be able to resist him. Everything melted away when his cobalt blue eyes stared down at me with passion in their depths.

Nothing mattered but him.

“Up,” he ordered. “Take off your clothes and leave your underwear on.”

I glanced toward the window.

“Now!”

My legs quivered in fear or excitement, I couldn’t decide which. My eyes locked with his as I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slip to the floor, my skirt pooled around my feet. I bent over to unzip my boots, but his gentle touch lifted me back up.

“Leave the boots on.”

I stood in my bra, panties, and stockings. Liam’s gaze trailed over me, leaving tingles where it touched my flesh.

“On the desk, spread your legs.”

Terrified, I stood staring at him. He took one predatory step forward, his fingers skimming over my stomach to between my legs.

“Get on the desk, baby. Let me show you the difference between the boy and the man.”

My eyes widened, my lips falling open. The desk was cool under my ass as I sat down, slowly lowering my back onto the wood, spreading my legs that dangled over the edge. I should feel embarrassed, yet arousal coursed through my veins igniting a path of seduction. Liam’s hand widened my legs as he knelt before me, pushing my lace panties to the side.

Fuuuck! My head thumped back when his lips fastened on my clit, his tongue flicking a tribal beat that demanded surrender. I tried to lean forward to grab his hair to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensations.

“Hands on the table, baby, or I stop.” His authoritative voice had me lying down and tilting my hips toward his mouth.

Liam blew across my hot, needy flesh and a shiver raced up my spine. The heel of one of my boots dug into the handle of a drawer, the other leg over his shoulder.

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