Page 50 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
Lined up and ready, Liam thrust his hips forward, sliding into her with ease, thanks to their frantic foreplay. Given his size, he paused for a beat, letting her adjust—but after a few hard pumps, she was clawing at the cushion, breath hitching with every stroke.
“Arms up and hands braced against the back of the seat,” he warned.
She placed her palms flat against the seatback and locked her arms as he gave up any pretense of restraint. Pounding into her, he set a relentless pace until her body clenched around him.
“Give it up, Jamison.” Liam’s cocky, open-mouth smirk grew as her whimpers turned to punctuated moans. “I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You’re so ready to let go.”
He grabbed the metal bar at the top of the seat, using it as leverage to fuck harder and drive himself as deep as possible. With his other hand, heyanked her top aside to watch her breast bounce from the impact. “Need them in my mouth.”
Bending low, he took one nipple between his lips, sucking hard while his hand worked the other. The rhythm of his thrusts never faltered, and when Jamison bucked her hips to meet him, her orgasm hit like a lightning bolt—shattering and raw, her cries echoing across the inlet.
“Come on, baby. Be my good girl and breathe through it.” Liam lifted his head to watch, his arrogant smile blurring when her vision blacked out for a second. “Yeah, there you go. That’s it.”
She did as she was told, allowing the pleasure to consume her. The veins in his forearm popped as he continued to use his grip on the bar as an anchor, and with a guttural curse, he increased his speed, hammering into her as the wet slap of skin on skin drove them into a frenzied high.
Having him this deep, pounding this hard, threatened to send her spiraling over the edge again. And only when his hand locked around her throat, his heavy ramming turning erratic, did she lose herself once more.
They rode out their release together. She took every last thrust, the tension in his body making her own quake. He shouted as he came, the sound alone increasing her pleasure.
“I fucking love you, woman.” Impossibly thick and purely masculine, he spilled into her completely, shuddering from the intensity. “This…you…belong tome.”
Their lips met in a searing kiss, and when he finally let go of the seat, he wrapped her up tight. His mouth wandered, nipping at her neck, tongue tracing a lazy pattern over her collarbone before dipping back to her breasts, unable to get enough.
“Can we go for round two?” she panted, the scent of sweaty, hot sex filling her as she fought for air. “Like… now?”
A shrill ring interrupted their moment, and Liam sighed into her skin. “Can’t they give me a little peace?”
He reluctantly pulled away, her body instantly protesting the loss. “Did we not drop enough clues about what we were doing out here?” Her phone started to ring, too, and she sighed. “Obviously not.”
Liam answered his first, gloriously naked and entirely unbothered. “Do you remember how you used to call at the worst possibletimes when I was in college?” he grumbled into the phone. “Yeah. Your streak lives on.”
Jamison grabbed her own phone, huffing when she saw Rowan’s name flash on the screen. “What?”
“Let me talk to Liam.”
“He’s talking to…” Her eyes went wide when she saw Liam staring down at her as he stroked himself. Biting his bottom lip, his dark eyes roamed, and when he jerked his chin, gesturing for her to spread her legs so he could see the remains of their fucking… she didn’t hesitate.
Hehadtold her to be a good girl, after all.
Rowan’s call disconnected, and she tossed her phone aside, more than ready to give Liam a show. Time was limited, and they needed to make the most of it.
Sliding her fingers down her belly and between her legs, she rubbed circles as she waited impatiently. And when he watched, yet still continued to talk, she rolled to her front to lift up on all fours. At this angle, he could see everything, including the absolute mess he’d made of her.
“God damn,” she heard him exhale, which he quickly covered with a hasty throat clear. “No, not you. Right. There’s no way to tell who? Got it. Yeah. We’ll head out now.”
Ending the call, he bent down and sank his teeth into the curve of her ass.
“I’m sorry,” he said, mouth still against her skin.
“For the bite or because we’re going back?”
“We’re not going back, and I’m sure as hell not sorry for the bite.” He kissed the red mark his teeth had left. “But Rowan spotted Watson at the shack. He’s got people with him, which apparently never happens. Dad wants us to make contact and see what we can dig up.”
She really needed to find out how Rowan always seemed to know these things. But, then again, he’d probably never tell her.
“So, what you’re saying,” she rolled over to pout, “is that our time is over, and I have to put on makeup.”
“Our time is over for now.” He bent down, and, sliding his hand beneath her hair, he tugged her closer by the nape. “Once we’re done at Watson’s place, we’re coming back here.”
