Page 74 of The Savior

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“Holy hell.” Liam craved Chelsea more in her moment of pleasure than he knew possible. Her bliss was intoxicating. The way she smiled and sighed and kissed him was different from anything he had ever experienced.

And if he thought the magnitude of her climax might require rest, he was wrong. Even as she quivered with carnal aftershocks, she’d still kissed with enough heat to make the devil sweat.

Lust burned inside his chest, and Chelsea fueled their explosive fire with an exploring touch. Her fingernails lightly teased, but then they’d dig into his biceps. She’d sweep her lips across his skin and catch him off guard with nips and licks. Each touch stoked him higher, made him harder, and longing nearly blinded him until he’d eased to her side.

She slipped off her yoga pants and lay naked by his side. Her dark hair piled on a pillow, and her dark eyes were hidden by a relaxed lazy flutter of her lashes.

Liam let his gaze roam from her lips down.

“Your turn,” she whispered, reminding him with a sweet, sultry request that once again, he’d only seen the tip of the iceberg. This woman was the real Chelsea, the one who helped without question—or too many questions—and followed her passions. She lay bare for him, and he wanted to strip away her defenses, to learn every reason her guard went up or her trust went down. Liam wanted to discover her secrets, in bed and out.

And it didn’t hurt that she wanted him to come as hard as she just had.

Chelsea covered the bulge straining in his pants. Over the cotton fabric, she stroked him and gaged his face. Her hand stilled. “Do you want to get naked with me?” Her touch pulled away. “Or not. No big deal.”

He stilled her retreat, gripping her fingers. A flash of excitement crashed over him at their touch. He didn’t breathe and wasn’t sure she did, either. She never blinked as Liam pressed her palm against his dick.

“Sunshine, I want…” His hand covered hers, and her lips parted as if she were taken aback by the stiffness. “To be naked with you.”

The pink tip of her tongue darted out and licked her lips, and the quiet shake of her breath made him gulp. But her fingers didn’t move.

Liam held back, not wanting to push, but the lengths he’d go to for her stroke again damn near scared him.

A small concerned line pinched between her eyebrows. “Are you sure—”

He was as sure as he’d ever been. Liam rolled away and stripped. His length hung heavily for her, and he pressed his lips together, inhaling so deeply his chest nearly burst.

He gripped his cock and slid his hand down the shaft. The smooth heat was heavy in his palm, and he couldn’t tear his gaze from her.

Her hair spread over a pillow, and she waited, eyes wide and wondering. He gripped himself tighter, fondling in a way that left nothing to her imagination—what he wanted and what she did to him. Liam took a painstakingly slow pause to make sure she was aware.

“Do you understand?” he asked, his low voice vibrating. “I want you.”

Chelsea pushed onto her elbow, pivoting onto her side. “I’ve never been with anyone like you.”

“Like what?”

She sat up, pulling her legs in front of him until he played with himself inches away from her lips. “Sexually confident.”

He paused, realizing what he’d said and how he put himself on display—it wasn’t confidence. It was an unrealized trust—that she’d gone through a hell that no one could imagine but him—and pure, testosterone-driven desire.

He stepped closer. Her hands replaced his. She eased both her palms together, mirroring around his cock and sliding up and down. At the crown, her thumbs parted, following the thick ridge of his head, then she eased her hold down to the base of his shaft again. His head dropped back. The way she touched him, curious but greedy, made his eyes roll back.

Warm, wet heat encircled the blunt head. He jerked and looked down. Plump pink lips encircled his cock. Her eyes shut, and she hummed, hungry and needy as she slipped her mouth down.

“God, Chelsea,” he breathed.

The tight hug of her lips made his balls tighten. When the back of her throat hit his dick, he ached, holding himself back, needing to be inside her more than he could fathom.

Liam ran his fingers into her hair, memorizing the wicked way she took his cock. He would dream about this again one day. He would need it when the world seemed too bleak.

She gripped his ass with one hand. The other bobbed with her mouth, and the edge of pleasure was near—so close, too close.

He pulled back, gasping at what he’d done, and angled over her, taking her swollen lips in a kiss, tangling their tongues.

She nodded, urging him on, reassuring him that she craved him as much as he needed to be inside her.

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