Page 43 of Stronger Than Love

My fingers cautiously touched his hand to divert his attention. “I guess we both did.”

I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position to lean against his chest, desperate to find the affectionate side of Liam. I missed his huge bear hugs that made me feel safe.We used to sit for hours and watch the ocean, Liam behind me with his arms holding me like he would never let me go.

Cautiously, his arms wrapped around me to pull my trembling body into his warmth. His lips skimmed the top of my head followed by his chin. His scent invaded my senses and made me feel safe. Nothing bad ever happened when we were together. That tended to occur when we were apart.

Liam cupped my cheeks to lift my head, his serious eyes boring into my soul. His thumb traced across my bottom lip.

This moment right now was more intimate that his cock thrusting into me. Our souls lay bare to each other through our eyes. No secrets existed or mattered when it was just the two of us. My pulse quickened and my eyes fluttered closed when Liam’s lips met mine in a tender kiss that soothed all my turbulent emotions.

“I missed you so much.” His voice was lethal in its intensity, his words slaying me as he pressed butterfly light kisses on my swollen lips.

I hadn’t missed him; I’d mourned the loss of Liam from my life every single day we were apart. It was hard to function when half of you was missing. The past few days I’d found the ability to smile again.

This was the Liam I remembered, not the hard, dominant lover. Yes, his new prowess and abilities could make my toes curl. However, this gentle coaxing made my heart beat faster and my soul soar.

His tongue slid past my lips, tentatively touching and exploring, reacquainting itself with the recessives of my mouth. He never took more than he gave in this perfect balance of unity.

Every sexual encounter over the past few days had contained suppressed violence and hidden emotions. Each of us punishing the other for our sins from the past. This kiss was pure and sacred, peeling away barriers to leave me gasping and holding onto Liam.

“There you are,” he whispered, staring at me with the expression that he saved only for me.

“I’ve always been here,” I replied in a hushed tone, when really, I wanted to say that I’d always been his. Ten years ago, I’d given a piece of my heart to Liam, and since then I’d been incomplete. Now that we were together again, my heart was complete.

I’d run away a scared little girl who was so terrified of being hurt that she believed nonsense that destroyed her anyway. I was back as a woman and I wanted to claim Liam the same way he had done to me. I needed to make him weak and vulnerable, to tear away all the defences he’d built until he was mine again. In my innocence, I believed that Liam hurt me; only now was I beginning to realise that the opposite was true.

The man he was now may ooze confidence, but there was something broken in his eyes. It reappeared there for a moment before he masked it again. I’d done that. Sadness engulfed me when I replayed my actions from all those years ago in my head. One whole day was the time I waited before I packed my bags and left in a flood of tears and emotions.

“Hey.” Liam smiled down at me. “Let’s get out of here since I promised to take you dress shopping.”

Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I glanced around to find my clothes. “Your secretary is going to kill me. Look at the mess we made.”

A dark grin played on his lips, and I raised an enquiring eyebrow. “Maybe she’ll stop touching me now that I have a fiancée who screams my name as she orgasms on my desk.”

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as my gaze moved to the door. “Do you think people heard us?” Burning flooded my cheeks.

His grin turned salacious. “Let’s just say that anyone who doubted we were engaged before has changed their mind after your spectacular performance.”

“Oh, my God…” My head slumped into his chest. “I can’t go out there.”

“That door is the only way out, baby.” He winked and kissed my nose, starting to tuck himself back into his trousers. Damn him and his perfect suit.

Right now, I was a mess sitting here in nothing but my panties and boots with semen leaking down my leg. “Maybe I’ll just sit here until they all go home.”

Liam chuckled, glancing up at me from under his hair as his fingers fiddled with his belt.

I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance and deliberately looked away.

Liam’s lips touched my ear as he leaned close. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are right now sitting here in your dominatrix boots and stockings?”

My eyes flashed to his and he kissed me, still smiling.

He moved around the room with the lithe precision of an apex predator, gathering my clothes that lay discarded on thefloor. I gaped at my blouse at the end of his hand held out to me.

“Get dressed or my office will receive another performance and I won’t stop until you’re hoarse.”

Snatching the offending garment from him, I began to dress, aware of his eyes watching my every movement. I slowed my actions, deliberately bending over to step into my skirt, my ass in his direction.

My teeth dug into the side of my mouth when his strong hands cupped my thighs and dragged me against him. “I’ll punish you for this reverse striptease later,” he muttered into the sensitive shell of my ear. My thighs trembled at the thought and my spine arched to press my ass into him. His curse made the smile on my face widen.

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