The Baby Contract (The Billionaire Bachelor Series) (12 page)

In the span of a minute she rode pleasure higher than anything she’d ever experienced. Nothing would ever compare to the feel of his tongue sliding all over her pussy. One final flick of it over her clit, and a thousand stars burst behind her closed eyelids. She cried out with the pleasure, grabbing at his hair as he moved away.

She opened her eyes, watching as he wiped his hand over his mouth. His hot eyes glittered in the sunlight, and the wanton expression on his face made her tremble. She made to close her legs, shielding her sex from his ravenous gaze, but he caught her knees and parted her thighs wide. He wedged his hips between them, lifting her butt off the bed, before his glans pressed against her entrance.

She was tight, the stretching uncomfortable, but too eager to wait, she wrapped her legs around his middle, shoving into him, taking him fully. The quick sting of pain was quickly replaced by an all-encompassing need. Abby whimpered, clutching the comforter. Liam growled, and pumped into her, their union fevered. The pleasure rebuilt, spiraling tighter and tighter deep inside, until her entire body shook with its pent-up energy.

“Open your eyes.” The gruff demand made her eyes pop wide. Liam trapped her gaze, his needful look burrowing into her soul. “Come for me, Abigail.”

Her every nerve ending snapped, and only a choked sound escaped her throat as the climax robbed her of her senses. She collapsed into his grip, and he growled her name, spilling his cum deep within her walls.

She’d never had sex like it before—hot, fast, orgasmic sex. Sure, she’d had unfulfilling quickies, but nothing she’d label wholly pleasurable on her end. Maybe mildly pleasant at best.

His harsh breathing echoed hers. He stepped back and looked down to her, his face flushed dark. She grabbed the comforter, dragging part of it over her, shielding her nakedness from his raw perusal. She’d expected shame or remorse after their first tryst. Instead, she drifted on a cloud of bliss.

“You pulled me away from an important meeting.” Though his voice sounded harsh, a smile curved his lips. “I need to get back to it.”

As if on cue, his cellphone chirped from the next room.

He made an impatient sound and redressed. He licked his lips and drew his bottom lip between his teeth, looking to her again. “I promise more next time.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, and she heard the sink running. Afterward, he left her alone.
More?
Could there
be
anything better than the mind-blowing experience she’d just had? Better sex in the last few minutes than she’d had her entire life—even if they were all lumped together. Either her other lovers were really terrible or she’d been horribly sex starved. Or maybe it was the intense attraction she felt for Liam. Something she didn’t want to dwell on lest it bloom into God knows what.

She crawled from bed, a bit unsteady on her feet as she tottered into the bathroom to shower. She soaped up, humming a tune beneath the warm shower spray, feeling content for the first time since she’d been offered the contract.

She redressed in an oversized sweater and jeans. She heard Liam giving instructions on business matters during the conference call. She snagged her cross-stitch from her purse and stepped into the hallway. Instead of turning toward the library, she decided to go into the living room. Not to be near Liam, she chastised herself, but so she wouldn’t appear a rude hermit. Which sounded like incredibly lame reasoning, she
did
want to be near Liam after what they’d shared.

“What do you have for me, Spencer?” Liam asked.

“After our last acquisition, we’re looking good for next quarter,” Spencer’s statement drifted from the laptop. “I assume discussing private company information isn’t a concern at the moment?”

Abby winced with the sound of Mr. Davidson’s voice. His warnings repeated in her mind, and she peered over her stitching to Liam. His face remained impassive as he sipped from a glass of water. He set the glass aside. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I’d hate to think other ears were privy to what we’re discussing,” Mr. Davidson answered.

“What is he referring to?” a woman asked.

“Ignore him, Darlene. Spencer, let me know what I’m looking at.”

The two men spoke at length on sales figures. Once they’d finished, she heard Charity’s voice mixed in with Darlene’s. The meeting wrapped up, and Abby realized she hadn’t made one stitch to her Austin capitol building. She’d stared at Liam the entire time, listening to the confident cadence to his voice as he gave instructions. He was captivating when in his element, sort of like watching a lion stalking the savannah. She scowled at the musing and forced her attention back to her needle and thread.

“How would you like a morning hike?” Liam snapped the laptop closed and stood, taking his water glass to the kitchen.

“Sure, I’d love one.” She set her stitching aside. “I could’ve left the room during your conference.” Which would’ve been the polite thing, she realized, instead of ogling her host.

“Are you planning to sell company secrets?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She couldn’t help a grin. “I wouldn’t know where to begin with something like that.”

He returned the smile, and it melted her insides. “We’ll take a trail near the lake. The thin mountain air will make it difficult so we won’t go too far. Supposed to be sixty today, you’ll only need a light coat.”

She retrieved her shoes and the jacket she’d brought while he grabbed his own.

After about thirty minutes of hiking her lungs screamed for oxygen and she had to sit down. The altitude made it feel like she’d sprinted a marathon. Liam placed the rifle against a tree before he joined her on the fallen aspen she’d plopped down on. She eyed the gun that she’d insisted on bringing along in case of bears.

“Will I need to carry you back?” he teased.

She tried to laugh, but it came out a choked sound. “Hope not. Give me a couple minutes to catch my breath.” She drank from the water bottle he offered her, wetting her parched throat. “You have more endurance than me.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

The baritone rumble of his voice sent shivers through her. When she looked into his face, it didn’t take much imagination to know where his thoughts lay. His eyes were warm in the glare of sunlight, setting off their blue tint. She blushed to the tips of her ears.

“I love how easily you blush.” He reached out and smoothed her bangs away from her eyes. “But I appreciate you aren’t shy in bed.”

But she
was
shy in bed. Well, she’d always thought of herself as being shy. She’d been
told
she was shy.

He straddled the log and pulled her around to face him. Somewhere a Magpie quarreled, its croaking cry barely registering. Liam’s nearness was all-consuming and the beautiful, serene landscape evaporated around her.

“Tell me what you like, Abigail.” He took her hands, and she swayed toward him.

She focused on his mouth. “What I like?”

He smiled again. And again, her heartbeat responded with a corresponding shot of adrenaline. His fingers left hers, and he traced his hands up her thighs, pausing when his thumbs neared her crotch. He teased her with tiny circles on her inner thighs. She moaned, her heated blood rushing in her ears. He leaned in, and her lips parted, waiting for the kiss, her eyelids fluttering closed. He bypassed her mouth, and his hot breath brushed her ear.

“I’ll start.” The vibration of his voice carried all the way to her bones. “I love eating a woman out. I love her taste, her scent, the way she comes against my tongue.” His cheek pressed against hers. “I loved making you scream this morning, Abigail. Now tell me how else I can do it.”

How did he expect her to reply when he’d scrambled her brain? His thumbs continued their never-ending circles, and her pussy ached, needing the attention.

“Just…” Abby took a shuddering breath. “Just make me come. Now. Please.”

He chuckled, his mouth moving to the side of her neck. He nipped the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Ride my cock.”

She kicked her tennis shoes off then jumped up, yanked her zipper down, and kicked out of her jeans. Liam leaned back, bracing his hands on the log. She reached for his fly, and with trembling hands, freed his cock. The cool mountain air sent goose pimples over her bare legs as she mounted him, taking his length within her walls.

With her socked feet planted on the forest floor littered with aspen leaves and fir needles, she used her leg muscles to ride him. Starting slow, trying to savor the fullness, and the rocketing pleasure filling her every cell. Liam remained still, letting her use him, his darkened gaze watching her face.

She grabbed onto his shoulders, using them for leverage when her tired legs threatened to give out. Her breaths escaped in gasps as she sought release, driving him harder and harder inside. The control slipped from Liam’s face. His head fell back and she saw the strain in the tendons of his neck.

He bared his teeth. “Oh God, I’m going to lose it.”

Abby reached the brink, and teetered on the edge. Liam growled, a feral sound, and she screamed with her climax. He grabbed her in a bear hug, pumping into her, his loud call echoing with hers through the trees. He kept tight hold of her.

Would every time be this incredible? “I don’t think I can handle too much of this.”

“You’ll have to, because I don’t plan on letting you out of bed the rest of the day.”

Chapter 13

Two quickies had only whetted Liam’s appetite. This was how he had envisioned having Abigail. On his bed, her pale hair splayed out around her face—a golden halo that shimmered with the sunlight flooding through the french doors of the bedroom. Her skin was flushed, her vivid blue eyes wild with lust. A beautiful, entrancing sight—a little wood nymph that’d made its way to his bed.

He’d had her slip on the pink negligee, and he’d been right about how sexy it made the little nurse look. He took his time, savoring her as a visual feast, taking her in with his gaze inch by inch. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. They were tipped with light pink and very sensitive nipples which strained against the opaque material. He reached out and brushed his thumbs over them, watching fascinated as they formed tight pearls. Abigail closed her eyes and arched her back, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

Liam trailed his palms over her ribcage and along the curve of her waistline, before sliding his hands beneath the negligee. Her skin was warmed silk beneath his hands as he rested them over her hips. She’d shaved down to a small snatch of light colored hair, her slit clean and smooth.

“You’re incredible, Abigail,” he said. And he meant it. She had a beautiful body. A supple and womanly figure she could use to get whatever she wanted from a man. But she didn’t seem the type, and he wanted to believe that opinion of her. That she withheld this most intimate side for those worthy of such an honor.

Could he honestly say he was worth her attention? Outside of the deal they’d agreed on, if they’d met as an ordinary man and woman on the street, as two people who were interested in one another, based on that alone, could he offer Abigail what she needed? Beyond material items and a comfortable but shallow lifestyle, he knew he couldn’t.

A shadow tempered Liam’s desire. He closed his eyes and slipped a finger within her pussy, remembering he’d come to Aspen to produce a child. He wasn’t there to question whether he was good enough for Abigail.

She was slick beneath his stroke, and he added a second finger and spread her lips wide. She gasped and opened to him, her knees falling apart. The sight beckoned, and he leaned in, inhaling the musk of her arousal. He’d tasted her earlier, a sloppy oral fucking without any technique. He intended to remedy that. He parted her labia with his thumbs, exposing her clit, and blew a soft breath over it.

“Liam,” Abigail whispered. She squirmed and reached for his head, trying to press him closer.

He peered up and met her flashing gaze. He licked his lower lip, and she bit hers.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

She groaned and wiggled before muttering something unintelligible.

He grinned; he’d teach her dirty talk yet. He brushed his thumb over her clit.

She bared her teeth. “Oh, you’re bad.”

“What do you want me to do?” he repeated.

“I want you to lick me,” she replied.

“Mmm. I can do that.”

He used the broad of his tongue, licking from her canal to her clit. Abigail gasped a ‘yes’ as she clutched his hair.

“Now what do you want?”

“Oh God, more of that.”

Liam took her again, teasing the tip of his tongue through her inner and outer lips before circling her clit. She bucked and writhed, but he denied her direct stimulation. He’d draw the experience out as long as he could handle it, for both him and Abigail. She balled the comforter in her hands and whimpered. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked the tip of his tongue over it.

Her whimpers turned to ragged pants. His cock throbbed as he rubbed her swollen nub harder with his tongue, pushing a finger within her wet canal. He worked it in and out, ready to replace it with his cock, but holding back his own need. He pressed a second finger inside her tight walls, and her muscles clenched then pulsed against his mouth. She cried out his name, and he lifted over her, watching her beautiful face flush a dark red with her orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, she gave him a salacious and well-satisfied smile. The look was fire to his desire, and he moved between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He lowered, taking one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking it lightly. He reached between them, grasped his cock, and stroked it within her labia.

Abigail grabbed his shoulders, raking her nails over his skin. “I need you inside of me.”

Her husky demand broke the last of his control and Liam thrust home. Her walls squeezed his shaft, and a shudder passed through his muscles as he fought to keep it together. How she brought him to the brink so fast amazed him. He couldn’t lose it this soon. The pace he took was painfully slow. He clamped his teeth together while withdrawing then sliding deep, running sales figures through his mind as a distraction from the tightening pressure for release.