Page 9 of Liam

“Talking is good,” I say, my voice strained as a flood of wet heat runs straight down to my core. “Really good.”

I let him lead me from the dining room and into the hall, breathlessly anticipating what’s going to happen next. I place a foot on the first step just as he places a hand on the small of my back. I pause, my breath catching in my throat as I feel his rough stubble against my bare shoulder.

Yeah, I really, really need to get this private conversation started. If it goes how I think it will, we might need to stay upstairs all night.

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I step inside his room and wait while he closes and locks the door behind me. Pretty sure I’m going to have a whole new reason why this is my favorite room in the house after tonight, and it has everything to do with the handsome, sexy viscount who is stepping up behind me and wrapping his big hands around my waist.

“Could kiss you like this all night,” he murmurs, pressing his body against my back. I can feel his hard length straining against my bottom as he leans in to kiss the side of my neck. “So beautiful. So sweet and sexy at the same time.”

He unzips the back of my dress, pausing to plant a small kiss on every newly revealed inch of my body.

How is this happening? How is this really my life right now? It’s everything I’ve wanted and so much more than I ever imagined, and each tiny kiss is pushing me closer and closer to the point of no return.

“How does this feel?” he asks as if he’s reading my mind. “If there’s ever anything that makes you uncomfortable or you want me to stop for—”

“No,” I shake my head. “I-I don’t want you to stop. I want you to keep going.”

My dress falls away and I turn to face him in just my bra and panties. He takes a step back, his hungry eyes roaming up and down, taking in each and every curve of my body.

This is normally the moment when I’d try to cover myself or at least turn off the lights, but it’s different with Liam. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like I need to hide my body. For the first time ever, I feel as sexy as he keeps saying I am.

“Jesus,” he reaches out to cup my breasts with both hands. “So unbelievably sexy. I need to see all of you. Need to be inside you.” He reaches back to unfasten my bra, then helps me out of it before tossing it aside. “Why does this feel like Christmas?” He grins as his hands move down to my panties. “Like be best damn Christmas ever?”

I laugh and reach for his belt as my panties fall to my ankles. “When do I get to unwrap my present, Lord Rochester?”

The low, gravelly growl that rumbles from deep inside his chest nearly makes me come undone. “Whenever you’re ready, beautiful. Tonight is all about whatever you want. All I want to do is make you happy.”

Doesn’t he realize he’s already made me deliriously happy? Doesn’t he know that I’ll remember every single detail of this night for the rest of my life?

“No matter what else happens or what tomorrow brings,” I say, unfastening his belt and opening his pants to reveal the front of his black boxer briefs. “I want you to know that I couldn’t possibly be happier than I am right now, right this second.”

He raises a brow as he leans in for a kiss, unbuttoning his shirt as I work his pants and underwear down around his thighs. “We’ll see about that, sweet girl. The night is just getting started.”

His cock springs free as he reaches down between my legs, his fingertips parting my slick folds and bringing a needy moan from my lips.

“Please, Liam,” I wrap my hand around his thick shaft, guiding it closer as he eases me down onto the bed in front of him. “Need you… need you inside me.”

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his cock throbbing in my hand. “There’s nothing I want more right now.”

I suck in a sharp breath and we both moan as he pushes past my entrance, filling me completely with one long, slow thrust. “Oh my God,” I move my hands up to his shoulders as he positions himself over me. “That feels so good, Liam. So, so good.”

“Going to feel even better soon.” He pulls out and then slides all the way back in, capturing my mouth with another deep kiss and swallowing the porn-worthy moan that escapes my throat. “So fucking tight, baby. Love the way you grip my cock.”

Every thrust makes my body come alive, makes it seem like all my nerve endings are firing at once and sending jolt after jolt of pure pleasure radiating out from my core.

“More, more, more,” I hear myself chant, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him in even deeper. “Oh God, please… please.”

I know I’m babbling, but I can’t help it. My whole world has narrowed down to this man, this moment, this connection we’re sharing, and each thrust is bringing me closer and closer to the release I crave.

“I’ve got you, Rachel,” he growls, leaning in to kiss my neck and nip at my earlobe. “Can’t get enough of you. Your body. Your sweet mouth. Want to feel and taste every inch of you.”

He says my name like it’s a prayer and touches me as if I might break. It’s a sharp contrast to the way his cock is driving into me, stretching me and filling me and touching places deep inside me that I never even knew existed. It’s sensory overload and I know for sure that I can’t last much longer.

“So close,” I pant, his body rocking against mine in a fast, insistent rhythm. “I’m going to… going to…”

“Give in to it, beautiful. Let it happen. Let go and come with me. Come with me, baby.”

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