Page 47 of Somebody's Watching Me
Because she had lost it. Coming upstairs to change, she had experienced a momentary lapse in judgment and thrown herself a solitary pity party with more wine. The bright idea of trying on her honeymoon trousseau came somewhere around the third bottle.
“No bow I see.”
Out of reflex, her legs spread further at the rough timbre in his voice, and their bodies began the old dance neither could deny. Bringing his hips flush with hers, the hard length of him nestled against her tender flesh.
“It kept falling off,” she rasped, fighting the urge to move. These past six months had been endlessly dry. The idea of touching another man turned her stomach, and then there were the times she’d tried to handle things herself. A disaster, she failed to finish. Every. Single. Time. “I left it on the chair.”
“There’s a hidden latch to secure it to the back.” Dropping his head, Liam ran his lips along the column of her neck. “It functions as a handle of sorts.”
“A handle?”
He nuzzled her ear, and she refused to react, digging her nails into his shoulders as the hair from his beard tickled her mercilessly. Her ear was the most sensitive spot on her body, and he was exploiting it as best he could. “The bow works to keep you balanced if I want to take you hard from behind.” His breath skated over her skin. “Didn’t you ever wonder why the tails looked like pieces of corded rope?”
“I didn’t.”
Lifting on his arms, he stared down at her. “Well, now you know, and I bet you’re imagining what it would’ve been like.”
“No, I’m not.”
A lie.
Of course, she was imagining it. This man had the skill to make her come fast or slow, depending on his mood, and she would give up everything she possessed just to have that undivided attention again. Never one to shy away from trying new things, she always became the least dominant one in their sex life. Anything he wanted, she did. Any part of her he demanded, she gave. No question. No arguments. Liam taught her how to accept being ruled over in the bedroom, and she loved every minute of it.
He rolled his hips, the friction forcing a needy whimper out of her. “I could sit you on my face right now, and you’d grab that headboard and ride without a second thought.”
“Wrong.”Liar, liar pants on fire, her brain sang. “Very wrong.”
A vibrating ring tickled her thigh, and Liam extracted his phone from his pocket. “Do not leave your phone off the charger again, and tell Mom she needs to keep hers by the bed,” he said before switching the call to speaker. “And I’m guessing you’ve heard what’s happened?”
There were shouts—lots of shouts—with both Will and Bernie vying to have their questions heard. The main one being if everyone was okay.
“Simone is at the hospital,” Liam replied over his parents’ frantic yelling. “She’s pretty beat up, and so is Annabeth.”
“Jamison?” Bernie must have wrestled the phone from Will as her voice grew louder. “Is Jamison alright?”
She loved Will and Bernie, and they loved her. Since the breakup, the three of them continued to chat at least twice a week. It hurt that they never mentioned Liam quitting the Bureau, but Jamison supposed they had to remain at least a little loyal to their son.
Liam lowered his head, playfully rubbing his nose against hers. “Well, she called me ugly, so I’m thinking she has a head wound that’s messing with her eyesight.”
He was teasing his mother, trying to keep her calm.
Bernie was not amused. “Where is she?”
“At the moment?” The planes of Liam’s face softened as he chuckled. “Lying underneath me with her legs spread.”
All talk halted, and Will cleared his throat. “Um, I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure those laying on top of the other person privileges got revoked when you moved out.”
Jamison poked him in his ribs, and Liam grunted. “I don’t know. She doesn’t seem to mind.”
“She does.” Grabbing his wrist, she brought the phone closer. “And I’m okay, but we apparently had a terrorist over last night.”
Chapter 13
“Feeling better, Ms. Fairweather?” Klausen asked as she and Liam returned to the parlor. “The little lovers’ spat under control?”
“Klausen, it is too early for you to be acting like a dickhead,” Will said from Liam’s phone. He had demanded to be kept on the line when they went back downstairs.
Finished seeing Simone off, her father snickered when he heard Will’s voice. The two of them got along surprisingly well, which always freaked Jamison out a little. She had never known her father to keep friends.
