Page 58 of Sinfully Yours

Her fingers shove at my jacket, her nails scraping along my shoulders as she pushes it off. I shrug it away, barely processing the sound of it hitting the floor, too focused on the way she feels pressed against me.

Warm. Soft in all the right places.

My hands skim down her sides, firm, possessive, gripping her waist as I pin her harder against the wall. She lets out a ragged moan, arching into me, her thigh brushing against my hip, her breath breaking when I press my knee between her legs.

"Liam," she gasps, her head falling back against the wall.

Fuck, hearing my name like that—so needy, so breathless—makes something dark and primal coil in my gut.

I lean in, dragging my lips along the column of her throat, nipping at the delicate skin, feeling the frantic pulse beneath.

She's shaking, gripping my shirt like it's the only thing keeping her upright.

I run my hands down her back, then lower, gripping the backs of her thighs before I hoist her up.

She lets out a sharp gasp, legs instinctively wrapping around my waist, locking us together.

"That's it," I growl against her throat. "Hold on to me, Ava."

She does.

I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling, the heat between us scorching.

"This is a bad idea," she whispers.

"The worst."

Then I kiss her again, rougher this time.

She groans, rolling her hips against me, rubbing against the hard length of my cock through my slacks.

Jesus.

She's already so desperate, so ready.

And I've barely touched her yet.

I spin us away from the wall, walking her toward the bedroom, never breaking the kiss.

She clings to me, breathing hard, her nails digging into my shoulders.

We don't make it to the bed.

Halfway there, I lose the last of my control.

I drop her onto the dresser, knocking over something ceramic in the process.

Neither of us cares.

She yelps at the sudden movement, but it turns into a shaky moan when I spread her thighs wider, stepping between them, pressing my cock against her heat.

I tug at the hem of her blouse.

"This needs to go," I murmur. My voice is wrecked.

She lifts her arms without hesitation, and I rip it over her head, tossing it aside.

Fuck.

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