Page 59 of Sinfully Yours

The sight of her—flushed, breathless, sitting on the dresser in nothing but her bra and skirt, looking at me like she'd let me ruin her completely—nearly undoes me.

"Goddamn," I rasp, running my fingers over her exposed skin, feeling every tremble beneath my touch.

She shivers as I trace the lace of her bra, then reach behind her, unhooking it with practiced ease.

It slides down, and I groan at the sight of her bare breasts, perfect and already peaked in anticipation.

I palm one, rolling my thumb over her nipple, watching her react.

Her lips part, her head tipping back, a moan spilling out that makes my cock throb.

"You like that?" I murmur, teasing the sensitive peak.

She nods frantically.

Not good enough.

I lean in, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, then lower, dragging my tongue over the swell of her breast before sucking her nipple into my mouth.

She gasps, arching, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there.

I groan, flicking my tongue, biting gently, making her whimper.

I don't stop, don't let up, switching to the other, teasing, savoring, making her squirm in my grip.

She's desperate now, panting, shifting against me, her legs tightening around my waist, trying to get more friction.

I slide my hands lower, over her hips, pushing up her skirt, gripping the waistband of her panties.

"This too," I murmur against her skin, dragging them down her thighs, baring her completely.

She shivers, her breath breaking as I run my fingers between her slick folds, teasing, feeling how fucking ready she is.

I growl, low and possessive. "You're soaking for me, baby."

She whimpers. "Liam?—"

I slide two fingers inside her, deep, curling just right.

She moans, her head dropping back against the mirror, her body clenching around my fingers.

I smirk against her neck. "I want to hear you beg for it, Ava."

She's already too far gone, too caught up in the pleasure to care about dignity anymore.

"Please," she breathes, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I thrust my fingers deeper, rubbing her clit with my thumb, making her cry out.

"Please, what?" I demand.

She meets my gaze, her eyes blown wide with need.

That, right there, is my undoing.

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