Page 93 of An Inevitable Marriage
The sound was rough, sending my nerve endings into a freaking frenzy. Or maybe the frenzy came from the slow pace of his finger.
“Liam, I…ohh.” It was as far as I got because my brain refused to work.
“Tell me what you need, Snow.” Somehow, with all that happening, Liam took a seat on the edge of the bed and spread his long legs out on either side of me. With his free hand, he gripped my wrist and guided my hand to where he drove me wild.
“Show me how to make you feel good.”
Then his touch was gone.
My lips parted with a ferocious protest I quickly swallowed down when I realized what he wanted.
And since I was already way past the point of thinking straight, I didn’t hesitate. My fingers replaced his, and I wasted no time picking up where he’d left off. If he wanted me to finish on my own, I’d happily oblige.
I wasthatready to combust.
And so miserably wrong.
Liam didn’t want me to go solo. Oh no, his big hand covered mine, feeling every touch, every move.
“I wish I could see you right now,” he murmured. “Riding your own hand like the damn queen you are. Fuck.” A guttural sound tore from his throat. “I’d probably come on the spot.”
“Oh my gosh.”
My breath hitched. My knees gave out. And Liam was right there to catch me. Banding his thick arm around my waist, he gently guided me onto his lap. His fingers found mine between my legs, and he lightly tugged them out of the way.
“My turn, sweet girl.”
One hand pushed into my hair while the other went back to work on my body. This time, he wasn’t slow. Artfully, skillfully, he played me like a musician plays his favorite instrument.
Fingers digging into my scalp, he pulled my lips to his. He kissed me deeply, urgently. Like he’d stared death in the face, and I was the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed me like I was precious.
Another finger joined the first, and I hummed into his mouth.
I rocked a little faster. His hips thrust up, but with our position, I knew there was no way he was getting the friction he needed. I had to change that. He had to feel good, too.
I tried to scoot closer, and when that didn’t work, I lowered my hand to his front. He was still wearing his slacks. Heck, they might have been unbuttoned, but he was still wearing all his clothes.
While I was getting off on his lap wearing nothing but a flimsy sleepshirt.
“Liam,” I breathed against his mouth. “I want to touch you, too.”
His lips slipped from mine, peppering my jaw with soft kisses all the way to the shell of my ear. “Not yet. This is about you.” He flicked his wrist and, holy crap. “But there is something you can do for me.”
Crazy. Whatever he did drove me in-freaking-sane. It was why I only managed a barely audible, “Anything.”
“Hmm.” The sensual sound rumbled through his chest and rolled over my skin. My hips grew even more restless. “So eager to please. So fucking sexy.” He nipped at the skin below my ear. “Come on my fingers, Snow.”
That was all it took for me to turn into one of the heroines from my books. One single command, and my orgasm slammed into me.
“Oh. Liam.”
Thank goodness I was sitting, because my legs wouldn’t have held me up as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
“I fucking love the way you say my name.” He kissed me softly and gently, slowly bringing me back to earth. “The way you feel. The noises you make. I haven’t even been inside you, and you’ve already ruined me, Snow.”
This man, with his wicked tongue and sweet words, was burrowing his way straight into my heart. He wasn’t even subtle about it. Bulldozing through every single one of my walls, brick by freaking brick.
I was terrified.
