Her throat tightened. “Yes.” More than he’d ever know.
A faint smile formed on his lips, as though her answer pleased him. “What do you want me to do to you?”
The blood rushed to her face until it burned, but she knew he wouldn’t give her what she wanted until she answered him. “Make me come,” she whispered, needing it so badly.
He turned his head slightly to kiss and lick a spot on her inner thigh, sending hot streamers of sensation to her throbbing clit. “How?”
Damn it, was he really going to make her say it? “I don’t care.”
Amusement flared in his eyes. “You sure about that?” Holding her captive with his gaze, he trailed his fingers over the swollen petals of her sex to gather her moisture, then down, down past her entrance, between her buttocks until she tensed in growing alarm. Ignoring the way she stiffened and flung out a hand to stop him, he stroked his slick fingers over her tightly clenched anus.
She made a sharp sound of protest and tried to snap her knees together, but his shoulders were in the way. The look in his eyes told her just how much he enjoyed his control over her. What surprised her was that she loved it too.
In answer he grinned and bent to press a teasing kiss to her mound, frustratingly close to her clit but not close enough to give her what she wanted. “I could make you come while I tease you here,” he said, bestowing another naughty caress.
She shook her head. “No, please just—”
“Then say it. Tell me exactly what you want.” His fingers stayed in place, brushing over that forbidden spot in a way that felt much too good for her liking, reminding her that he was far more sexually experienced than her. The knowledge pulled a delicious shiver out of her.
He was trying to drive her insane and she wouldn’t allow it. “Your mouth,” she finally blurted, wishing she wasn’t so shy all of a sudden. Usually she wasn’t, but his dominant manner threw her completely off balance and turned her to mush. What was it about him taking control that had her wanting to sigh and stretch like a pampered kitten?
“My mouth, hmmm?” His lips curved against her inner thigh. “Where?” He began kissing his way up her leg, moving with excruciating slowness until his lips brushed the edge of her sex. Talia reached out to slide her fingers into his hair, but he caught her wrist and pinned her hand to the bed, pressing in silent demand for her to keep it there. His warm breath fanned against her aching core. “Here?”
He had to see how wet and turned on she was. Why was he tormenting her? Her legs quivered with the strain, her clit dying for some attention. She
needed
it. “My clit,” she finally whispered, frantic for relief from the torture. “Please put your mouth on my clit.” The words came out in a rush but she was too close to coming to care how desperate she sounded.
Liam murmured something inaudible and at last pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her pussy. The soft, patient stroke of his tongue over her folds made her arch and open her thighs farther apart in a wanton pose. When he licked around the taut bud she couldn’t hold back the breathless cry that escaped. Oh God, she needed more.
In answer he made a sound of pure male enjoyment and wrapped his lips around the swollen bundle of nerves, sucking so softly she couldn’t stand it.
“Liam, please there, right there…” She lifted her hips toward his mouth, hands fisted in the sheet, needing to hold onto something before she flew apart. He was incredible. His mouth was so hot, so perfect against her oversensitized flesh.
Liam wouldn’t be rushed. He leisurely took her to the brink of madness with his tongue before sliding two fingers deep into her pussy. A sharp cry exploded from her lips. She raised her hips against his mouth, moving blindly against his tongue, his wickedly experienced fingers. His tongue laved slow and sweet across her clit, hitting just the right spot, and she groaned in protest when he withdrew his fingers a moment too soon. A second later he sucked her firm bundle of nerves and stroked his damp fingertips down the crevice between her buttocks.
Talia tensed but didn’t shrink away. His tongue licked her so sweetly, the burning pleasure stripping away everything else.
She hissed in a breath, shaking, confused by the startling sensation his fingers wrought as they caressed the sensitive skin around her anus.
“That feel good, baby?”
The seductive tone as he spoke the endearment against her aching flesh made her melt inside. She flushed even hotter but raised her head to watch him while her heart hammered against her ribs. Oh, he definitely knew what he was doing. The knowing touch was naughty, so decadent.
Liam watched her eyes. “Tell me,” he whispered against her clit, tongue flicking softly, fingers exerting slightly more pressure down below.
It shouldn’t feel good, but… “Y-yes.”
He rewarded her with tender suction, pressing more firmly against her back entrance. She gasped in startled pleasure when a fingertip slipped inside, trembling as erotic sensation streaked through her.
His tongue flicked over that throbbing flesh, forcing a whimper out of her. “You like it.”
Biting her lip, she closed her eyes and nodded, letting her head fall back in surrender. He was so gentle, so sexy as he worked her body. At this point she didn’t care what he did to her as long as he let her come.
“I want to take you here some day,” he said in a rough voice. “I want to slide my cock into you nice and slowly while I play with your clit and watch you explode. I’ll make you love it.”
The vividly erotic image flashed through her mind, leaving her trembling in his grasp. She’d let him. She knew he’d never hurt her, knew he’d make it good. The muscles in her legs began to shake. His finger eased a bit deeper, stretching her tenderly, the slight pinch mixing with the exquisite pleasure of his hot tongue against her clit. Heightening it somehow.
Seeking release, she rocked her hips against him, opening her thighs wider. The sensations were overwhelming. She shivered, wanting more. The tension wound tighter and tighter inside her, rising like a huge wave. Her knuckles ached from clenching the sheet so hard. The pleasure rose higher, racing toward her, unstoppable now. She tensed. “Oh my God, Liam…” If he stopped this time she’d die.
“Mmmm, that’s right. Come right against my tongue,” he rasped, lapping languidly at her clit while his finger carefully stroked in and out of her ass.
It was too good. She didn’t fight it, couldn’t have even if she’d wanted to. The climax slammed into her, dragging an agonized sob from her throat. She bucked and thrashed beneath him, demanding every second of the pleasure until the waves faded and left her to drift back to shore. Weak with pleasure, she gasped when Liam pulled free of her body and sat up. He ripped his jeans and underwear off, baring the thick length of his cock to her avid gaze. Despite the incredible orgasm he’d just given her, her pussy spasmed in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
When she looked up at him, the breath backed up in her lungs. His eyes were molten with lust, and the expression on his face set off another bolt of longing. He looked like he wanted to eat her up.
And she was more than willing to be devoured.
Chapter Six
The blood pounded in Liam’s head at the sight of Talia laid bare to him. Utterly satisfied, face flushed, pussy gleaming from his mouth and her recent orgasm. His. She was his. He could barely hold himself back. Every possessive instinct in him demanded he fuck her
now
, possess her in a way she’d never forget. She was it for him, and he wanted her to know it on every level.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her off the bed onto her knees before him and watched those pretty pink lips part as he fisted his swollen cock. Her tongue darted out to lick her lower lip, like she couldn’t wait to taste him. His fingers shook slightly when he caressed her hot cheek and brought her gaze up to his. She didn’t move from where he’d placed her, holding that deliciously submissive pose while she stared up at him with utter longing in her eyes. She loved what he was doing, the anticipation of it. Christ, he could come just looking at her.
Holding his cock, he tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged forward gently, bringing the flared head toward her mouth. “Suck me, Tal.” The words were more a ragged plea than a command, but he didn’t care. He needed her so badly he shook.
Talia moaned and leaned forward, parting her lips to take him inside. He hissed in pleasure, fingers clenching in her hair when her hot little mouth closed around his aching flesh. She took him deeper, sucking eagerly in a slow rhythm while her tongue lapped at the tender underside.
“Oh, fuck, baby…” He let his head drop back in enjoyment. Being in her mouth felt incredible, but knowing she was this hungry for him, wanting to please him, damn near destroyed his control. He clenched his teeth to hold back a raw moan at the decadent softness of her mouth sucking him off. Hell, it was a thousand times better than his fantasies.
He wasn’t going to last.
Reaching his limit when she leaned forward to swallow more of him, he pulled gently on her hair. “Stop.”
She stilled, staring up at him with hungry hazel eyes that told him she wanted to keep sucking until he came down her throat.
Fuck.
Holding back a growl, he gently pulled out of her mouth and tugged her to her feet, moving her around the side of the bed to position her hips and stomach against it. Her soft ass pressed deliciously against his aching cock. Perspiration broke out across his chest. He couldn’t hold back the need to dominate. He craved the dark edge of his arousal that only rough sex could satisfy.
With one hand he pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her down until her cheek rested on the mattress. She didn’t fight him, didn’t utter a single protest. With the other he reached over into the bedside table to get a condom. By the time he got it on he was panting, desperate to be inside her. He needed to feel her warmth closing around his cock, holding him deep and tight as he took them both over the edge.
“Lift your hips,” he ground out, one hand still holding her upper body to the bed.
Talia obediently raised her ass and turned her head to look back at him, a look of helpless desire on her face. The blood pounded in his ears. He smoothed his free hand over the length of her spine, over the gorgeous swell of her hips and ass. She whimpered and wriggled back against him, her pussy slick and pink, waiting to be filled.
Positioning the head of his cock against her, he reached around her hips to find her hard clit. His fingertips caressed it slowly, carefully, giving her the exact amount of pressure he knew she loved.
Talia made a choked sound and closed her eyes, lifting her hips even more in a silent plea to be filled.
The dominant male in him wanted to roar in triumph. “I want to take you just like this,” he said huskily, “but with your arms tied over your head so you can’t move. I want to tie you down and make you come over and over, take you in every way there is until you’re too exhausted to move. Are you ready for that?”
“Yessss…” She strained back against him, eyes heavy with need. “Liam, hurry.”
“I want to make you beg.” The blood roared in his veins, the beast free of its cage. “Hear you scream out my name when I fuck you because you can’t wait a second longer to feel me inside you.” But it wasn’t just fucking, and he knew it. What he felt for Talia went way beyond sex. No other woman had ever affected him the way she did. With her it was never enough. Would never be enough until he became such a part of her that she couldn’t imagine life without him. Damn it, he needed her too much to let her go now. He wanted a shot at a future with her.
“Liam…”
Beneath the lust raging through him he heard the aching vulnerability in her voice, that desperate plea for his reassurance. Her eyes implored him not to make her wait any longer. She was wide open, letting him see her at her most vulnerable. It touched him in a way he could never explain.
Ah, baby, you’re all mine…
His hand tightened on her hip and he eased into her, stretching delicate tissues still swollen and sensitive from her earlier climax. He groaned as the delicious heat engulfed him. The muscles along her spine flexed as she arched then relaxed against the bed, her whole body moving in a graceful ripple of surrender. Her pussy clamped down around the length of his shaft when he rubbed her hard clit. The soft cries of her surrender filled the room, fueling the basic need to possess. He took her harder, with that rough edge he craved. She pushed back, meeting every stroke and demanding more.
“I won’t stop.” A warning and a promise. Rocking against her, fucking her with long, deep strokes, he leaned over her until his chest pressed against her damp back. His lips rained kisses over the side of her face, her neck, his teeth scraping over her tender skin. Talia shuddered and reached a hand up to tangle in his hair, holding him close. Clinging to him in a way that squeezed his heart. The pleasure swelled higher, burning him.
“Tell me you need me.” The words burst out without conscious thought, but as soon as they did he realized he needed to hear her say it. He needed to know he wasn’t alone in his feelings. Even if she only admitted to needing him physically, it was a start.
But she didn’t hesitate. “I need you. Please, Liam, I
need
you.”
Triumph soared through him. He growled deep in his throat and drove into her harder, rubbing her clit in just the right place while she sobbed and writhed beneath him. So fucking good, he thought, fighting to hang on.
Her tiny whimpers cut him even as they drove the powerful need higher.
“It’s okay,” he soothed in a ragged whisper, placing open-mouthed kisses on her jaw, the fragile pulse point in her neck. “You know I’ve got you.” She was almost there. The little muscles in her pussy grabbed him, fluttering as her orgasm approached. “Let go for me, baby,” he gritted out. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”
Her inner walls clamped down on him as her orgasm hit. She threw her head back with a wail of completion. The sensation of her pussy squeezing around him set him off. Burying his face in her hair, he let go with a hoarse shout and allowed the pleasure to overtake him in endless pulses.
When he could open his eyes at last, he lifted his upper body to stare down at Talia. Eyes closed, her thick lashes rested against her cheeks. She lay beneath him in complete surrender, still catching her breath, the sleek fall of her dark hair fanned across the bedspread. A film of perspiration covered her skin, and he couldn’t resist leaning in to lick the curve of her shoulder.
Sighing gently, she lifted her lashes and gazed up at him with slumberous hazel eyes.
His heart swelled painfully in his chest. Christ, he loved her. Loved her so much it shook him. As much as he ached to tell her, he knew it was too soon to say it.
He withdrew from her gently and stroked her hair, moved beyond words when she turned over with a smile and reached for him. Without hesitation Liam gathered her up in his arms and kissed her, making love to her mouth with long, slow, sensuous kisses that told her everything he felt for her. When he pulled back she protested and followed, seeking his lips again. Chuckling, he eased her up the bed until she rested against the pillows, and crawled in beside her. He’d deal with the condom later. Immediately Talia wound around him and tucked her head into the hollow of his shoulder.
He cradled her tightly and pulled the covers up over them, feeling complete in a way he never had before. She hadn’t said the words yet, but she wouldn’t unless he did. Talia guarded her heart closely, and she didn’t trust men. Until now, he hoped. After what they’d just shared she had to know they were right for each other.
He wouldn’t push her about it yet. She’d been through so much these past few days, he could wait a while longer to tell her how he really felt. Her body had told him everything he needed to know for now.
* * *
Talia woke to a decadent trail of soft kisses between her shoulder blades. For a moment she let herself drift in sensation, craving the affection Liam offered so freely. This was what it would be like to wake up next to him if they stayed together. Though she’d dreamed about it often enough, the reality was even better than her imaginings. It made her yearn for so much more, and that was dangerous because she wanted to stay, give him all of her.
Another few minutes. She’d steal another few minutes and burn this into her memory before she did what she had to.
But when he shifted to press his erection against her naked buttocks, alarm bells began to go off. She couldn’t sleep with him again; it wouldn’t be right. Things had gotten out of hand last night. She’d never meant to let herself go like that. With Liam it was impossible to stay detached. She stiffened and drew a deep breath, ready to tell him no, that she couldn’t, but his cell phone rang from the bedside table.
Talia turned over when he groaned and reached for it, wondering who would be calling so early. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed, she was shocked to see it was already after ten in the morning.
“Hey, Mom,” Liam said. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead then climbed out of the bed to head to the bathroom. “Yeah, she’s here with me.”
Talia inwardly cringed. His wording left no doubt at all that she’d spent the night in bed with him. What was Mrs. Brodie thinking? Either she’d be shocked, or hoping Talia and Liam would hook up for the long haul.
Both options were equally troubling.
Liam’s eyes cut over to her and the dread in her gut magnified. What was his mother saying? His whole family would find out about them sleeping together. They’d expect a relationship now. “No, I haven’t asked her about dinner again.”
He shook his head in good-natured affection at whatever his mother said and pulled on a pair of jeans before heading out into the hallway, shutting the door behind him. To keep her from hearing what he was saying? Or out of consideration, in case she wanted to go back to sleep?
Talia swung her legs over the side of the bed, heart thudding. She found her discarded clothes lying in a heap on the bathroom floor. Her fingers shook as she dressed and hurriedly washed her face and rinsed out her mouth. She had to go, now. Why hadn’t she broken off things sooner? She’d given him all of her last night, held nothing back. Stupid, stupid mistake. The thought of leaving had her on the verge of tears.
He was a good man, a protective and loyal friend, and the most amazing lover she’d ever had. But sooner or later he’d realize he didn’t want to be tied to her and all the baggage she carried. Despite her mother saying she didn’t want to see her again, Talia couldn’t stand back and watch her destroy herself. Her mother might not have been much of a parent, but Talia refused to let her wind up on the street and would continue to supplement her rent so she at least had a roof over her head. She refused to be a burden to Liam.
She’d much rather leave now on her terms than wait until Liam got tired of dealing with all this shit and left her. Because one day, he would figure out he deserved much better. The same as all the men in her life had.
Just imagining Liam saying it to her tore her heart in two.
Running a hand through her disheveled hair, she headed downstairs and dug her cell out of her purse to call a cab. With a driver on the way, she had only a few minutes to decide how to handle this. Liam was still talking on his phone in the kitchen. If she made some excuse to go and let things die a slow death, she wouldn’t be able to look at herself in the mirror. And she refused to take the coward’s way out and slink out the front door while he wasn’t looking. Impossible as it seemed, it would be kinder for her to sever the ties now with a single, clean cut.