Page 27 of Broken Trust
He cupped her breast, and her mouth opened on a silent cry. When he thumbed her nipple, it tightened for him. “Tell me to stop.” He pressed a line of tender kisses down her throat. “And I do.”
Her hands tightened on his shoulders. “Tellmeto stop.”
He huffed a laugh that had no humor in it because he was looking into the fire of her eyes and seeing the anger banked there.
He shouldn’t taunt her, but the only way to the other side was through those flames.
“You should sleep.”
“Say that again and you really will wind up dead.” She hauled him back down and kissed him until the words burned away, until the only language was body language.
He rolled, taking her with him so she straddled his hips in a position that put power where she needed it right now. He’d learned the first time they ever crossed this line that Elin would only relinquish her power if he proved himself worthy.
She scrabbled at the hem of his shirt, and he twisted to let her pull it off him. The scrape of her nails over his flesh shook him to the core.
He didn’t take his eyes off her, then rucked up her top, slow enough that she could change her mind at any point and fast enough she wouldn’t.
She lifted her arms, and the fabric cleared her head. Her hair spilled wild around her face, and his breath stalled. The sight of her was a gut punch.
Brilliant. Battle-torn. Beautiful.
When he cradled her breasts, she rolled her hips enticingly, shredding him a little more. Then their mouths were fused again.
And suddenly, he wasn’t counting down the hours to disaster. He was counting the heartbeats until ecstasy.
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Outside the bedroom, the world kept moving. Inside, it compressed to the heat of Elin’s thighs around Liam’s ribs and the sweet ache in her pussy.
He attacked her mouth, her throat. When the stubble on his jaw scraped over her sensitive breasts, she tossed her head on a cry.
He flipped her again, pressing her down into the mattress, sucking one nipple, then the other, until she quaked. She scraped her hands over him, tracing the old scar at his side and across the ridges of his abdomen.
His breath stuttered against her skin, damp from his tongue. When she glided her hands toward his waistband, he curled a hand over hers to still it.
“Not yet.” His voice was far from steady.
“You told me to go to bed. Now you’re telling me not to?”
He eased her hand up to his chest, pressing it over his heart. It thundered under her fingers, reminding him that he was alive. “I want to make sure your head’s clear. I don’t want you resenting me in the morning.”
Staring up at him for a long beat, she dragged her nails lightly over his pecs as both punishment and reward. “You’re infuriating.”
“Keep talking. I like your voice.” He dipped his head to her nipple and delivered a scorching lick that made her buck.
“You…like me…pissed off.”
“I like you, period.” He popped the button of her pants and closed his lips over her other nipple simultaneously.
Her skin rippled, her core starting to pulse with a dark desire only Liam had ever made her feel.
Her breath trapped in her throat as he slid down her zipper and teased the waist of her panties. The moment he smoothed his palm over her pussy, cupping her through the cloth like he owned that part of her as much as he’d once owned her heart, she stopped breathing.
Three heartbeats passed. Then he plunged his hand inside and found her soaking folds. He burrowed a fingertip deeper, stroking her folds until he nestled over her throbbing clit.
“Li-am!” His name broke on her cry.
The next second, he’d stripped her completely and gripped her by each inner thigh, staring down at her with an intensity that made her whole body burn.
