Page 54 of An Inevitable Marriage
“Words,” he growled. “I need your words.”
Meeting his fiery gaze, I licked my lips. “Yes. Yes, I want you inside me.”
His grin was wicked. “Then be a good girl and come all over my hand, and you might just get your wish.”
Liam curled his fingers, and in an instant, I saw stars. It was a freaking good thing I was already flat on my back because the force of that orgasm would have taken me down.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against my skin.
His fingers were still buried inside me, and instead of removing them, he just slowed his pace. It was torture, a delicious torture. And if I were capable of having more than one orgasm, I probably would have toppled over the edge again.
But since I didn’t want to admit that to him, I gently shoved his shoulder until those brilliant blue eyes locked on to mine.
“I want to touch you, too.”
The words had barely left my mouth when he shook his head.
“Why not?”
Half-cocked smile on his lips, he leaned in and whispered next to my ear, “Because you have to wake up.”
My eyes immediately flew open. Clutching my beating heart, I glared at the ceiling and desperately tried to calm my erratic breathing.
It was nothing more than a dream—a damn nightmare even—and yet it had felt so real. My core even ached and throbbed like it did after I’d had an orgasm for real. It was frustrating and annoying…and had been happening for seven nights.
Oh yeah, sex dreams about Liam became a nightly thing since he’d cornered me in the kitchen, shirtless and glistening with sweat. There’d been no way for him to know, but my body had reacted to his presence the moment he’d set foot in the room.
One look from him, and I reverted to a hormonal teenager experiencing her first crush. For the rest of that day, all I could think about was how he’d practically pinned me against the counter with his half-naked body mere inches from mine.
I’d replayed the moment so many times, it was downright embarrassing. And later that night, when I did it again for probably the hundredth time, I imagined myself touching him like I’d wanted to.
Of course, that didn’t do shit about my state of neediness. Exactly why I turned on my Estaban playlist and slipped my purple friend between my legs. It didn’t even take that long for me to come apart, my orgasm so fierce it freaked me the hell out.
I didn’t want toe-curling, spine-tingling orgasms with Liam on my mind.
So I vowed to never dothatwhile I thought of him.
Which was likely why the man kept showing up in my dreams, doing sinfully, delicious things to me I’d only read about in books. Things I had an inkling would feel so much better in real life.
Things I could never have.
And it wasn’t even just about a man like him not looking twice at a girl like me with her clothes still on. Even though it was a cold, hard fact. This was self-preservation. I wouldn’t allow anyone close enough to use my body against me again.
I’d let my guard down with Anthony, a mistake I never intended to repeat.
With a groan, I threw the covers off me and made my way to the bathroom. Under the warm spray of water, it was hard to ignore my achy and needy body. Hard but not impossible. It took superhuman strength, but I washed—yes, just washed—myself and got dressed for the day in record time.
With any luck, Liam would still be working out, and I could have my morning tea and apple slices in peace. Peace I’d most definitely not get if he strutted around half-naked and delectably sweaty.
The thought alone had my feet moving faster until I reached the gym room.
In an instant, my legs refused to work, coming to a dead stop right in front of the room. The very open room where I had an unobstructed view of the man who seemed to plague my every thought.
There he was, running on the treadmill as if the demons of Hell were giving chase. Giant beads of sweat slid down his back, staining the waistband of his already soaked shorts.
How long had he been going like this?
And why?
