Page 56 of An Inevitable Marriage
I curled my fingers into his skin and wiggled with more determination this time. His body was hot and hard, and every slide of mine against it had my mind drifting back to my dream. I saw him loom over me, could practically feel his fingers inside me.
A moan lodged in my throat. Thankfully, I pressed my lips together to keep it from escaping.
Then I felt it.
A very distinctive twitch against my middle.
Was he…?
Before I could process the thought, Liam lifted and carried me to a dry spot like I weighed freaking nothing. My mind was still reeling with a myriad of things when he set me on my feet, spun around, and took three huge steps away from me.
My eyes were fixed on the ripped muscles on his back, bunching and flexing. He cursed low under his breath. He was upset. Maybe he was afraid I’d get the wrong impression. I almost laughed. He didn’t need to worry about that. I knew it was nothing more than his body reacting to the friction I’d created.
“I’m sor—”
“Could you just not fucking speak right now?” he snapped.
His voice was so loud and booming it sent a jolt through my body. It took me a moment to recover, but when I did, a mixture of hurt and anger burned through my veins.
“You’re a damn asshole.”
My words came out hard, dripping with venom, despite the emotion lodged in my throat. I was thankful for that. When I spun around and retreated to the safety of my room, I was thankful for the rude awakening, too.
Liam Maxwell would never see me as anything more than a means to an end.
Chapter fourteen
Liam
“Fuck.”
Gripping my hard-on through my shorts, I squeezed to the point of pain. It didn’t have the effect I’d hoped for. Instead of calming down, all I wanted to do was chase after Snow and demand she finish what she’d fucking started.
A few more curses rolled off my tongue.
I swear I could still feel her soft body pressed to mine. Could smell the strawberries and flowers. And I could absolutely still feel her hardened nipples against my chest.
They were the start of my undoing.
And when Snow had rubbed herself over me, it was a damn miracle I hadn’t lost it completely.
So many sensations. Too many. And the impulses and needs. They all fired off at once. I deserved a damn medal for not acting on them. Because holy shit, did I want to.
Desperately.
My erection twitched again. I knew Snow had left—I’d heard the retreating click of her heels—and as bad as I felt, I couldn’t run after her with a raging hard-on.
I’d scared the woman enough for one day.
Palming myself, I tried to think of fluffy bunnies and ice cream, but all my deprived mind provided me with was Snow lying on a fluffy blanket while I licked her between her legs.
“Shit.”
I dropped my chin to my chest and glared at the front of my shorts. “You need to calm the fuck down so I can apologize to Snow.”
The little fucker twitched again.
Of course, my traitorous brain presented me with a whole host of images to keep my blood running south.
