Page 98 of An Inevitable Marriage
“Fuck, Snow.”
His tone held a warning, but other than that, he didn’t do a damn thing to stop me. Feeling a whole lot bolder than the previous night, I dipped my fingers into his shorts and dragged them along his waistband.
I licked my lips and held his intense stare. “If last night was about me, can this morning be about you?” I swallowed past the nerves lodged in my throat. “Can I touch you?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Simply stared at me with that intense look in his eyes and his jaw jumping like it was its job. Maybe he didn’t want my hands on him and he was figuring out how to say no.
I was about to tell him it was okay when he finally spoke.
“Yes, fucking please.”
My entire body shivered at the sound of those gravelly words. I wanted to close my eyes and bathe in the sensations rolling over my skin. But I wanted to watch him more.
I held his gaze and shoved his shorts and briefs down just far enough to free his erection. I maintained eye contact for a few more seconds until I finally glanced down and got my first real look at him.
“Oh, my.” He was proportioned. So freaking proportioned. “You’re…uh…wow.”
Liam groaned. A deep guttural sound that vibrated through all my sensitive parts. “Fuck, Snow. You keep saying things like that, and I’ll come without you even touching me.”
I would have liked to test that theory if I hadn’t been so desperate to feel him in my hand. Nibbling on my lips, I wrapped my fingers around him.
Liam immediately sucked in a sharp breath and then another when I worked my hand all the way down.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “Feels so good.”
I tightened my hold and increased my pace. Not a lot, just enough to tease deep, gravelly groans from his lungs. My gaze flicked between his beautiful face and my working hand. I wondered what he’d do if I lay back, pulled my panties aside, and begged him to fill me up.
The thought alone had me squeezing my thighs tight and cursing myself at the same time.
Because even after everything he’d said, I still wasn’t ready for him to see me. Especially not with all this light around us.
Ignoring the stab of disappointment in myself, I put all my efforts into pushing Liam over the edge. I dragged my hand and smoothed my palm over the head before sliding down his length again.
He really liked that. His hips thrust forward, and the most unholy sounds spilled from his lips. It fueled me. And if I hadn’t cupped his balls in my free hand, I probably would have reached beneath my shirt to give myself a little relief.
I was so turned on; it wouldn’t even have taken that long to have an orgasm.
“Snow. Slow down,” Liam begged, voice hoarse and thick with need. “I’m too close.”
I worked my hand faster and faster. Up and down, up and down. Liam cursed. Loudly. Repeatedly. I didn’t stop. One, three, five more strokes, and he swelled against my palm. He was so freaking close, and I couldn’t wait to see him come undone.
Brushing the tips of my fingers over his balls, I gave that final push. But it was too much. Liam’s legs buckled, and before I knew what was happening, he pitched forward and fell on top of me.
My hand was still tightly wrapped around him, and on the stroke up, he finally roared his release. A hot, sticky mess spilled over my hand and seeped through my shirt onto my skin.
“Fuck.” Faster than my brain could comprehend, he pushed himself up on his arms and gave me a pleading look. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
I pressed my clean hand against his cheek. “I think it’s hot.”
The way his eyes darkened sent delicious tingles throughout my body. Maybe that was why the words bubbled over my lips without permission.
“Why don’t you do it on purpose next time?”
“Fuck me.” With a groan, he lowered his head and nipped at the skin along my jaw. “You are a very fucking dangerous woman, Snow.”
Dangerous? No, I wasn’t dangerous, I was screwed. So monumentally screwed.
Chapter twenty-six
