Page 172 of Somebody's Watching Me
“But I thought I wa—”
“Do you want your reward or not?” He held his hand out to help her stand, and she took it. “Get on the table.”
“But this is Dee’s table,” she whispered, sitting on the edge. “She eats here, Liam.”
“That’s the purpose of a dining room table.” Pulling the chair around, he sat back down directly in front of her. “Eating.”
“This is so bad.” The wooden surface was cold, but she hardly felt it, too busy concentrating on him draping her leg over his shoulder. One and then the other. “So, so very bad.”
Licking his lips, he ignored her, running a finger down the satin of her thong. “Lie back.”
With trembling arms, she lowered herself to a flat position.
“Relax, Jamison.” Bending his head, he nuzzled her with his nose. “Turn off your brain.”
Easier said than done. Her mind was buzzing over what to do, afraid he would become more upset if she let this go too far before they talked.
She lifted her head. “Liam?”
He moved her thong aside, and out of nowhere, Jamison’s back involuntarily arched in anticipation. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin. “There’s not a single inch of you that isn’t perfect.”
“Liam, we need to talk.” With a brazen lick, he stroked her with his tongue, and she released a groan. “Ah, God.”
The exclamation earned her a chuckle, the sound vibrating against her core as he continued. Threading her fingers in his hair, she held on as he lapped and sucked, feeding off her as if starving.
“You wanted to talk.” He paused momentarily to lay delicate kisses along her center. “So, talk.”
The man must be joking. William Cohen Jr. must have lost his damn mind if he thought she could form a cohesive thought at this very moment.
“No?” He grinned while she remained mute, her heavy panting robbing her of speech. “Okay, then.”
Diving down, he resumed his work, lavishing her with his tongue until her eyes rolled up in her head. She lost a teeny bit of strength as the pleasure began to build and flopped back on the table to let him do whatever he wanted.
A finger joined his tongue, and her back bowed at an unnatural angle.
“Oh, baby.” Liam stood, knocking the chair back as he did. Hand between her thighs, he continued to pump as he moved to stand next to her. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”
Frozen by the dark desire, staring down at her naked and sprawled on the tabletop, she nodded. Yes. Yes, she wanted to talk. Maybe.
“Nah.” Liam laid the flat of his hand on her upper chest, holding her in place. “You need to relax first.”
Pushing in deeper, he thrust his fingers in and out, igniting every nerve in her body until they screamed in gratitude. Her legs gave up finally, falling apart in surrender.
Arching down, he placed his lips close to her ear as she whimpered. “When I’m finished with you, there will never be secrets between us. We’re never going through this hell again,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Nod, if you understand, Jamison.”
Mouth hanging open, she grinded against his palm but nodded. The hand on her chest slipped higher, giving her throat a squeeze.
“Come on, baby.” He nipped at her ear and then moved onward to run his tongue over her painfully erect nipples. “You know we can’t start until you’ve had at least one good orgasm first.”
Release sat in the corner of her mind, held captive by those intrusive thoughts that wouldn’t allow her the freedom to enjoy what was happening. It chanted the truth, loud and proud, ready to take out any happiness she might think she deserved.
“I love you.” The declaration, full of pain and the broken promise of the life that was once theirs, whispered over her. “I love you, Jamison. Give me this.”
Sweat broke out over her body, and trembling violently, she let go. Release hit, striking hard and taking no prisoners.
Needing to hear her come at full volume, the pressure on her throat lessened. “That’s it,” he growled as her cries bounced around the townhouse. “Ride it out.”
Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes while her body spasmed in celebration. Crying. Pleading. Screaming. She couldn’t stop. She didn’twant it to stop. The orgasm rolled through her, leaving a trail of exquisite pleasure only Liam could provide.
