Page 16 of Had To Be You

She nods her head in agreement, breathing hard, her eyes ablaze. She drags her tongue lazily across her bottom lip. She is liking this as much as I am and that’s all the reassurance I need. I slide my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, needing her out of this chair. Needing more. She stands on shaky legs. I take her face in my hands, backing her up, walking her backwards into the house. She bites her bottom lip, never taking her eyes off mine.

The back of her legs hit the dining table as I push her against it with my hips, grinding my arousal into her center. She whimpers, bringing one hand to the back of my neck, pulling my mouth into hers. I wrap my hand around her throat, my thumb resting on her pulse, feeling it tick, feeling it race for me. Pushing her head back, I’m given full access to the smooth skin of her neck. My mouth sucks a path of slow, wet kisses from under her chin to her collarbone, while I drag my grip on her neck slowly down to her chest. She groans like she’s drowning in lust and just that sound she makes winds me up in a haze of need. I’m slowly losing all control.

I whisper into her neck, “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” It’s rhetorical. There’s no need for her to answer but I want her to know how she turns me on.

I inhale her scent while my nose trails lower between her cleavage. Her chest is fucking amazing and I take extra time grabbing, licking and pinching her perfect breasts through her tank top while her hands fist the back of my head. When I look up at her, she’s smoldering. She’s loving every second, her body writhing under my touch.

“Liam.” She whispers it, her head thrown back, her body begging mine to give it what it needs.

No one has ever felt like this. Not even close. I’m losing all control. “Fuck, Ellie. I’ve missed your mouth.” Her arms snake around my neck, one hand grasping the back of my hair again. Her grip on me is so tight, her nails digging into my skin.

Sliding my hands up her thighs to her waist, I free her tank top from her jeans, working my fingers over her flat stomach to her chest. Her chest heaves when I find the underwire of her bra. I drag my fingers across her ribs to her spine and unhook the clasp of the lace.

Her gaze is on mine again, leveling me with a look in her eyes that’s laced with heat and desire. I want to remember that look in her eyes for later, when she’s gone and I’m replaying these moments in my mind.

Finding the hem of her tank, I haul it over her head. I keep going. I need to see more of her, tearing her pink lace bra from her chest. It’s so Ellie to wear hot pink lace and I love it.

Needing to see her, I take two steps backward to look at her. She’s perfect. Better than perfect. Her olive skin is smooth, her stomach is toned, and her breasts are just the right size, not big and not small. Perfect. She’s fucking gorgeous. My eyes moves up her stomach to her chest to that freckle on her collarbone that I’ve been dying to touch. I rip my T-shirt over my head, her gaze stopping on my chest for a second before I close the distance between us, pressing an open mouth kiss directly on her freckle. I moan and hum into the kiss then run the tips of my fingers over the mark on her skin and kiss it again. Her hands squeeze the sides of my face as she presses a kiss to the top of my head. “God, Liam,” she says, her voice breathy as I press my mouth deeper into her skin. “More. I need more.”

“I’ll give you more, Ellie. I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.” I’ll give her anything she wants, but I’m not rushing this. I want to remember every single second of what we’re doing right now. It’s too good to not take my time, worshiping every inch of the body that has consumed my every thought over the last few months.

I cup her breasts in my hands, massaging and kneading them as I trail kisses across her chest. She’s watching me through hooded eyes as my mouth finds the soft peak, pulling it into my mouth. Her eyes slam shut when I start to suck and lick, closing my mouth over the sensitive skin. She groans and arches her body into my mouth as I continue to devour her. To worship her. To lavish her with my tongue. I move to the other one, giving it the same hungry attention. From under my lashes, I look up at her. She’s watching me with hazy eyes again and a shock of heat shoots straight to my groin. She’s hot. So hot I can barely breathe. This all feels different. She feels like mine, if only for today.

“Cancel the date, Ellie or I’ll do it for you,” I demand, then tease her nipple with my tongue, my eyes on hers.

“Ahhh,” she groans. Her breathing is shaky, her eyes laser-focused on mine.

“Answer me, Ellie,” I demand again, kissing my way up her body to her mouth. I nip her lip, then follow with a slow, heated kiss. Her goddess eyes slam closed, then open again slowly; blue as the deepest part of the ocean.

“I already cancelled it,” she pants, her breathing shallow and labored. “While you were grilling our lunch.”

“You let me sit though lunch...” I kiss her with force. “Without…” I kiss her again, harder this time. “Telling me?” I slip my tongue into her mouth. Her hands move lower to my ass, palming and squeezing.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“You will pay for that, Ellie,” I hiss, reaching for the button of her jeans. I rip it open, then get to work on lowering the zipper.

“Hmm,” she breathes into my neck, her breath on my skin warm and lingering. I want more. I need her out of these jeans. I need her body under mine.

I couldn’t care less that this might be the biggest mistake of my life. The biggest mistake of my career.

I want her. I need her. I have to have her.

Take it all.

Chapter Eight

Ellie

Holy mother of hotness! Liam’s big, strong hands are roaming my body. His bare chest is the best thing I’ve ever seen. In my life. It’s chiselled and lean, with a dusting of chest hair. He’s all hard lines, and that glorious V of muscle that trails down beneath his jeans into the promised land. And it’s all mine for the taking. The view from where I’m currently trapped by Liam’s pelvis is mind blowing. It’s circuit overload. I can feel his size against my belly. Je-sus!

I slide my hand between us until I find what I’m looking for and palm him with my hand over his jeans. The dick pic that circulated through our group chat didn’t do him justice. He’s hard and huge behind the zipper of his jeans. I rub the outline of him up and down over the fabric and he groans against my mouth, causing me to smile. He kisses my smiling lips.

Pulling back, he watches me. His gray eyes are dark, three shades darker than they usually are, and I can feel his heated stare on my skin. I’m not sure how this happened, but right now I really don’t care. I’m supposed to hate him, but I want him. He wants me too.

Liam flicks open the button of my jeans, then my zipper. It’s frantic and feral, he’s driving me mad. I know I should be stopping this. I know how this will end. Liam doesn’t do relationships, and I can’t either until I straighten out my life. I should end this now, but I won’t. It all feels too good to stop. Maybe this could be nothing more than a one-time deal. Scratch an itch. Get him out of my system. Nobody gets hurt.

“Ellie,” he rasps. My name on his tongue makes my heart pound, and I instantly forget the doubts floating through my mind. I open my mouth to answer him when he kisses me. He bites down on my bottom lip, gently tugging at it with his teeth. It’s such a turn-on. My pulse thunders in my ears.

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