Page 121 of An Inevitable Marriage
I had no reason not to believe him. Especially not when he looked at me with so much desire. He wanted me. Just as I was. And that might have been the biggest turn-on of all.
Dropping his finger from my mouth, I reached between us to run my hand down the front of his pants. Hot and hard, he twitched against my palm through the cotton of his sweats.
I squeezed once, then moved to his waistband. But Liam stopped me before I could dip my hand inside.
“Not so fast.” He tsked. “You still haven’t told me what you wanted me to do.”
“You’re not going to let that go, are you?”
He lowered his head and nipped my lip. “What do you think?”
“Well,” I started, a little less embarrassed than before. “You were doing something pretty fantastic between my legs, and I just thought, what a shame it was that I was the only one feeling good.”
His hand slipped into my hair, and he pulled my head to the side to gain access to my throat. He hadn’t handled me this rough before, and the small stab of pain through my skull seemed to have a direct line to my clit.
“You think tasting you didn’t make me feel good?” he growled against my skin.
“No, that’s not…ohhh.”
Tongue darting out, Liam licked a slow path up my throat while his free hand slid down to my butt. With only my sleepshirt and panties covering my skin, it was impossible not to feel the burn of his touch all the way to my bones.
“Then what is it?”
Gripping the hem of my shirt, he pushed it up an inch. My heart skipped a beat, then immediately picked up again at an alarming pace. Blood whooshed in my ears; the sound almost deafening.
Another inch higher.Thump. Thump. Thump. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Why was I like this? He hadn’t given me any indication he found anything about me unappealing at all. And yet, the thought of him lifting that shirt over my head while his way-too-bright office light put me in the spotlight scared the crap out of me.
Gently wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I tugged his hand away from my shirt. Liam lifted his head, and the moment his gaze collided with mine, understanding flashed in his eyes.
It didn’t make me feel any better.
“I’m sor—”
He kissed me then. Tentative and slow. Deep and caring. He didn’t kiss my fears away; they were still there like an ever-present shadow I couldn’t get rid of. But with every gentle stroke of his tongue against mine, it somehow felt like he was stitching me up from the inside.
Like I had this big, gaping wound, and he was the sutures lovingly pulling me back together. Yet again, my heart whispered things I was too afraid to say out loud. Feelings that’d simmered below the surface grew big and glaringly obvious.
And I knew, deep down in the very fiber of my soul, I knew walking away from this man would be impossible. He owned me so completely, it freaking terrified me.
“Stop apologizing for voicing your needs,” he whispered against my lips. “I might not be a patient man, Snow, but that doesn’t count when it comes to you. For you, I’ll wait. A hundred years, if I must. But I’ll wait…until you’re ready.”
Those big, scary feelings grew even bigger and scarier. They bubbled through my veins, fast and fierce, desperate to be heard. That couldn’t happen. So, I pressed my mouth to Liam’s instead.
Nothing was tender in how my lips brushed over his or how my tongue eagerly swept into his mouth. It was unrestrained and desperate. So freaking desperate. Each bold stroke of our tongues like intimate caresses over my skin, a secret confession whispered in my ear.
It drove me out of my mind.Hedrove me out of my mind.
“I need your head back between my legs.” The words came out low and throaty. “And your hand wrapped around your big, hard—”
His mouth was back on mine. Like before, we ate at each other like we’d been starved for years. It wasn’t pretty or romantic. It was hungry and raw. His big hand dove between my legs and worked me mercilessly.
I was so caught up in the way he made me feel, I hadn’t even realized he’d shoved his sweats down until the warmth of his erection touched the inside of my leg. Unable to resist, I wrapped my fingers around him and pumped all the way down and all the way up.
A groan rumbled through his chest. So low and deep, the hairs on my arms slowly rose. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
I smiled at that because, holy hell, the feeling was mutual.
“Lie back,” he said. “Lie back and spread your legs for me.”
