Page 197 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“Soon.”
Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the increased rate of his breathing. It almost sounded as if he were running. “What are you doing?”
There was a pause.
“Are you still in your wedding dress?”
“Well, yeah.”
“I hope you’re not overly superstitious.” The closet door swung open, and Liam was there, his phone to his ear and a grin on his face. “Surprise.”
She gasped, stumbling back a step. “You.”
“Me.” He smiled, his gaze sweeping over the dress. “I’m here.”
Crying and stumbling through the mess, she reached him in seconds. They crashed together, lips colliding as the two of them tumbled out of the closet. Liam lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her fingers in his hair.
“Did you drive all night?”
“Yes.” He dropped onto the oversized corner chair with her still in his arms. “Door is locked.”
Straddling him, she swept her hair over one shoulder so he could kiss down her neck. “And the cameras are off in the bedrooms.”
Their mouths collided again, all teeth and tongue and need. She rocked against him, the movement wringing a growl from his chest. God, she craved more of that sound—so she did it again. And again, until they were both groaning from the friction.
He broke the kiss first, his ragged breathing matching her own. “Can I fuck you?”
Pulling his shirt off and then going for his pants next, she tossed his belt aside. “That’s the general idea here.”
“No.” A grin edged the corner of his mouth. “I want to fuck you in the dress, but I don’t want to mess it u—”
“Now, Liam.”
Reaching under her skirt, he tore her panties clean off. “Now, works for me.”
She nearly laughed, but then his mouth was back on hers—hot, consuming, unrelenting—and she forgot everything except the sharp burn of need between them and the maddening feel of his hands roaming over her waist.
“Jesus, baby,” Liam groaned, leaning back to lift his hips as she shoved his pants and underwear down. “Come up here and sit on my face. Let me get you ready.”
Back in position, she grinded against him, letting his cock slide along her soaked entrance. Arching her spine, she moaned, her body begging to be filled. “I can take it.”
Since the wedding dress was short, they could both watch as she lined him up, inch by inch, sinking deeper with a controlled glide. Liam’s grip on her hips flexed, the veins in his arms and hands popping.
“Fuck.”Lips parted, and eyes locked on the way her body took him so perfectly, he groaned in a way that had a shiver running through her. “You’re so tight, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. Go slow.”
She whimpered, already moving. “I think not.”
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rode him in a hungry, relentless rhythm. The wide seat of the reading chair gave her the leverage needed, and Liam didn’t make her do it alone. His hands clamped onto her hips, thrusting upward in hard, controlled bursts that made the whole chair rock.
He was beautiful beneath her, the muscles of his body straining to give her what she needed. “Such a greedy fucking girl,” he rasped, his words punctuated by the brutal pump of his cock when she picked up her pace. “Is this what you wanted?”.
She moaned, her cries building with the orgasm that felt like fire under her skin. Releasing his grip on one hip, he pressed his hand against her lower stomach, allowing the pad of his thumb to rub circles on her clit until she was bucking uncontrollably.
And when the pleasure struck with an unparalleled intensity, she shook against him, clenching hard and fast. “Oh my God—Liam—”
“There it is.” He growled against her neck when she bowed forward to scream against his skin. “That’s what I want. That’s all I fucking want.”
Still panting, still trembling, she didn’t resist when he stood with her in his arms and turned to lay her on her back on the plush rug. Her legs opened for him instinctively, and he kneeled between them, his hands rough on her thighs as he pulled her closer.
