Page 64 of Claiming Her Cougar
I step back and gesture for him to enter.“Thank you, Frederick.How are you today?”
Wheeling the cart over to the small table, Frederick smiles over his black-suit-jacket-clad shoulder.“No complaints, miss.Would you like me to serve your meal?”
“No thanks, Frederick.I’m waiting for a friend to arrive.We’ll take care of it.”I sign the bill and add a tip above the gratuity already included.’Tis the season, after all.
Frederick unloads his tray on the table and rolls his cart to the door.“Please don’t hesitate to let us know if you need anything to make your stay with us more enjoyable.”
“Thank you.I hope you have a happy New Year, Frederick.”
“You too, miss.”He opens the door.
Liam is standing there, ready to knock.
“Good evening, sir,” Frederick says.
“Perfect timing,” I say with a smile.“He’s my guest, Frederick.Thank you.”
“Hello,” Liam says to Frederick as they switch places.Liam closes the door, drops his bag, and engages the locks before turning to me.
A slow grin spreads across my face as he stalks toward me, his feline grace never more evident.But I don’t feel like prey, I feel like treasure.His treasure.
“Are you hungry?”I ask, not at all innocently.
“Starving.”
“I ordered sandwiches.”
“Don’t care.”Liam’s growly voice makes my core tighten and my lady bits tingle.
He reaches for me, grasping my hips and pulling me toward him.His kiss is hungry, and I open my mouth, eager for my tongue to tangle with his.Kissing Liam is wonderful, but I want so much more.My greedy hands slip under his blue sweater.The skin on his back is warm, and his muscles ripple and bunch as he mirrors my movements and pulls my sweater up my body.The green cashmere is soft, whispering against my skin.We break our kiss for a moment so that we can remove our sweaters.
Calloused fingers replace the softness of the cashmere, and the difference makes me shiver.
“Are you cold?”Liam asks as he kisses down my neck to where it meets my shoulder.Goosebumps break out, but not from any chill.
“No, not cold.Hot.Very hot.”I’m surprised I could string that many words together.My brain is scrambling with desire.I don’t want to talk.I want to feel.
“So hot,” Liam says.His blue eyes burn as they take in my breasts.I’m glad I’m wearing my best black lace bra.I know it shows them off spectacularly.My nipples pebble under his heated gaze.As much as I am enjoying his eyes on me, I want his hands and his mouth on me even more.Liam must read my mind because his large hands reach up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples.His hands need to be on my skin.I don’t want any barriers, even black lacy ones, between us.I reach behind to unclasp the bra.
Liam lets out a low chuckle.“Eager, huh?”
“Yes, I am.”I stretch to reach his lips again as my seeking hands drop to his belt buckle.In a flurry of kisses, caresses, and murmurs, we’re both undressed and gazing hungrily at each other.
“You are so beautiful,” Liam says huskily.
“So are you.”I run my hands over his powerful chest with the light covering of hair.I trail my fingers down his abdominals, past his belly button, following his happy trail to his erect cock, jutting proud and strong from his body.A drop of precum glistens on the tip, and I drop to my knees so I can lick it off.
Liam’s groan as I take his cock into my mouth is music to my ears.I cup his balls and run my tongue along the underside of his heavy shaft.I love having his pleasure within my control.I continue licking and sucking, reveling in the grunts and groans my attentions draw from him.
“Ahh…Mallory, love, you gotta…stop.I’m going to come, and I want to be inside you.”
I run my hand up and down his shaft as I glance up at him with a smirk.“You are inside me.”
He bends to put his hands under my arms and lifts me effortlessly.I gasp at the brief feeling of weightlessness as I rise through the air, but then wrap my legs around his hips, nestling his cock between us.We each recognize that the slightest shift would put him at my entrance, and a thrust would have him inside me.Bare.I’m not ready for that, and Liam must see that in my eyes and agree because he carries me to the bed.After slowly lowering me to the comforter, he reaches out for the strip of condoms I have on the nightstand.
I expect him to sheath himself hurriedly and push into me, but instead, he places them on the bed next to my hip and leans down to kiss me.His weight on top of me is warm and heavy, but not confining.His lips move to my jaw and travel to a sensitive spot under my ear that makes me sigh.I tilt my head to offer access to my neck, and Liam takes the hint, kissing his way down my throat, giving a light nip where my neck and shoulder meet.
I know what that means.
