The Billionaire's Secret: A BWWM Romance Mystery (10 page)

The three of us stared at him. Kiki's
mouth was hanging wide open.

Liam grunted and shifted in his
chair. "I'm sorry, did I just kill the light-hearted mood?"

Kiki leaned forward and patted his
hand. "No, honey, I'm pretty sure that was me." She smiled at him.
"Thanks for that."

"It was the truth," he said
shortly, before turning back to his steak.

"I like him," Jasmine
announced suddenly. "Shay? Get it, girl."
 

Chapter
Twenty

A good friend is always there when
you need them. An even better friend knows when to go the hell away.

"I'm going to run Kiki home
now," Jasmine told us casually. Liam and I were sitting on the sofa,
trying our best to keep our hands off each other. "She was going to show
me that video I was asking about at dinner."

I had no recollection of any video,
but I still nodded eagerly. The full length of Liam's thigh was pressed against
mine and it was driving me insane. "Have fun!"

"You too," she said primly.
I nearly threw something at her as she walked out the door.

"I feel like I should ask her
permission for your hand or something," Liam whispered.

I watched the door close behind her.
"I honestly think she would like that," I whispered back.

Jasmine began to whistle obnoxiously
loud as she thumped her way down the main staircase. I swear I could hear her
slamming the front entry door from two floors away. "Is that supposed to
be our cue to start making out like teenagers?" Liam asked.

I looked at him. "You mean, you
weren't planning on making out like teenagers? Damn, I really misread the
room."

"A teenager would have no idea
what to do with a woman like you, Shay."

I tried to hide my thrilled little
shiver. "And you know what to do with me?"

His eyes darkened. "I know what
I'd
like
to do to you."

This time I couldn't hide it. I
shivered. "What would you like to do to me?"

His hand had been resting lightly on
my thigh. All at once he turned, lightning fast, gripping my arms and pinning
them above my head. With a light, feathery touch, he grazed his fingers
underneath my shirt. "Everything, Shay," he rasped. "I want to
do everything to you." He squeezed his hand a little tighter against my
pinned wrists, making me gasp. He swirled his other hand lightly against my
belly, drawing goosebumps. The contrast in touch; rough and gentle, pain and
pleasure made me exhale sharply. He nodded. "And I think I'm going to
start now."

With a sudden, violent jerk, he
yanked me to my feet. A rough stab of a kiss, and then he whirled me around,
pinning my arms behind me. I could feel him along the entire length of my back,
but I couldn't see him, and somehow that made what he was about to do to me all
the more delicious. I could feel it, the need I had, throbbing and clutching
inside of me already...and he hadn't even begun.

He lifted my shirt over my head,
letting it fall in a heap on the floor. The cold air hit my skin, making me
shiver. He pulled me even closer to him, still holding me tightly pinned with
one hand, while with the other, he lightly touched me everywhere....my
shoulders, my neck, my belly.

As I shivered under his hand, he
leaned over and brushed his lips against my neck. "I need you to trust
me," he breathed, leaning us forward and settling me down on the couch,
belly first. "You need to trust me...and let me do what you want me to do
so badly."

I trembled as he gently pulled my
jeans down over my ass. His gentleness seemed barely contained. Lurking under
the surface was an animal hunger that both thrilled and terrified me.

"Ouch," I gasped as my
zipper dug into my skin.

"I'm sorry." He pressed his
lips to the scratch. The combination of sensations was exquisite.

I liked that.

I wanted him to do that again.

I wanted this time to be different.
And while I couldn't quite put my finger on what I wanted from Liam, I trusted
that
he
knew what I wanted. That
exquisite combination of rough and gentle. The push/pull of soft sensuality
with rough dominance. I craved something I couldn't name, not really. I knew I
didn't want it to hurt. But I wanted to feel it. To have it linger, later,
marking me. I wanted to have little reminders of him being here when he was
gone. I wanted to still feel what he had done to me...was doing to me.
"More, Liam," I demanded, turning to face him, urgency making my voice
rise. "I want more."

"Roll over," he ordered me.
I needed his bossiness too. For some reason it made it simpler.

He helped lower me to my stomach. I
could feel the fabric of the sofa biting into my flesh. The corduroy would
leave lines. I liked that too.

He reached for my panties and I
dutifully lifted my ass in the air. There was something delicious in not
looking at him while he undressed me. I couldn't see what he was doing next,
could only anticipate. The less I knew what he was going to do, the more I trusted
him. I squeezed my eyes shut and was rewarded with a sharp gasp as Liam saw my
naked ass.

"My god. Look at you," he
said thickly. He gripped me a little tighter, a little more roughly. His
fingertips sank into the fleshy parts and just as quickly as he grabbed me, he
started smoothing his palm all over my skin.

I moaned as he went on like that,
mesmerized by his touch. Grabbing and smoothing, grabbing and smoothing,
drawing out the touch. Each time he rubbed his palm over my cheeks, he spread
them widely - opening me up.

I quivered and buried my face in
Jasmine's sofa. My whole body was tense. Every muscle was poised and ready.

He swirled his hands upward, dragging
his fingers so that his short nails dug in just a little. Scratching me, just
how the zipper had. I let out a sound.

Liam must have liked what he heard,
because he did it again. And again. Lightly scratching my back and hips,
trailing his nails down into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. Raising heat
everywhere he touched. I hissed and moaned, feeling myself growing wetter and
wetter.

When he asked me, his lips were
against my ear, so that I could hear nothing else but the ragged desire in his
voice. "Shay...do you need me to spank you?"

Need? How could I know what I needed
anymore? My needs were not my own, they were in his hands. I was lost. I didn't
know what I needed except for more of his touch. He raked his nails up again,
harder this time, raising little welts on my back which he immediately smoothed
out with his palms. It was the same as before, scratching and soothing,
alternating rough with gentle. Each sensation dragged me closer to the brink of
madness.

When I feared I could no longer stand
it, he bent his lips to my ear. His lips brushed my sensitive lobe as he asked
a second time, "Do you need me to spank you?"

I whimpered and lifted my head. If I looked
at him, what would I see?

Eyes, stormy gray and piercing.
Naked, open desire, barely contained. His jaw clenched tightly, the muscle at
his temple throbbing the same rhythm that beat inside of me. With his lips
parted, he looked at me worshipfully, and any suspicion I had ever had of my
beauty was resolved in his gray eyes. There was not a being on the planet for desirable
than I was to him right now.

I nodded.

He opened his palm and pressed it
against my ass. "You want this?"

I nodded again. I was pressing into
his hand, arching my back, waiting.

He sliced his hand through the air,
landing with a loud smack on my ass and his eyes blazed. "Say it,
Shay."

Stinging warmth flooded through me,
letting loose another flood within. "Yes," I moaned.

His palm connected with my skin a
second time. I gasped and buried my face into the sofa so that when his hand
cracked across my ass a third time, my scream was muffled by the cushion.

"That's it. Let go." His voice
crackled with energy as he brought his hand down on the other side. I screamed
louder this time, more desperately. It hurt, but in such a strange way. And I
wanted more.

He bent forwarded and pressed his
lips to the stinging skin with such tenderness that my whole body quaked. I
felt the trickle of wetness down my thigh, and my hand moved down of its own
accord.

"That's right," he gasped.
"Touch yourself. Let me see you." He moved his hand over mine,
covering it so that it was like he was guiding me as I rubbed desperately.
"I want to know exactly how you like it. Fast? Slow? No, you don't want it
slow. No, you want it rougher, don't you gorgeous girl? You're not holding back
on me anymore, are you?"

Quicksilver flashes whipped through
my veins as my whole body stiffened. Liam growled and buried his face between
my legs as my fingers danced along my clit. His tongue found my center,
swirling and lapping and the combination of that with my own fingers sent me over
the edge in an instant. I screamed into the couch again, shuddering blindly as
the pleasure took me.

I heard the wet snap of the condom
and my whole body quivered in readiness. I arched my back and felt Liam press
himself against my entrance.

"Now you definitely want this,
don't you Shay? Look at you quivering. You're so ready. Do you want to feel it
now? Do you want to beg me to let you cum?"

His bossy dirty talk was no match for
the feel of his cock as he dipped the head inside of my entrance, then pulled
away. I let out a long, loud moan as he denied me what I craved. "I want
you," I begged, moaning into the sofa.

He wrapped his hand around my
ponytail and yanked my head back. "I didn't hear you."

"I want you!" I screamed
into Jasmine's empty apartment.

He thrust himself inside of me, the
whole hot length of him, and I practically sobbed in relief.

"I want you too, Shay," he
growled into my ear, releasing my hair as he began to pump slow and deep. The
whole length of his body was pressed against mine. When he wrapped his hands
lightly around my throat, I felt like they belonged there. "Can you tell
how much I've wanted you?" he asked, pumping himself harder. "Can you
feel how hard you make me?"

I could feel it. He was impossible
hard, throbbing inside of me as he thrust slow and deep. I could feel him, and
every place he touched inside of me. Places that hadn't been touched before,
secret and shy, they all rushed out, quivering to meet him.

I moaned thickly, savoring the
intense, almost painful feel of him. I was pinned, helpless under his weight,
and yet I felt safe. Cherished, even.

Liam moved, pulling back for a
moment. Deliriously, I moaned and clutched behind me, trying blindly to put him
back. But that wasn’t what he had in mind.

"I want to look at you." He
lifted me up, flipping me like I weighed nothing at all. "Reach behind
you, the arm of the couch there." I reached up and held on like he asked,
and bit my lip. "Now don't move."

I held on, clenching tightly as he
lifted my ass and slid a pillow underneath. My ass was now higher than my head
and all the blood rushed downward, making me dizzy. It made me even dizzier
when I saw Liam for the first time.

In the low light, his body gleamed
like cut marble, every highlight and shadow etched in his skin by some master
sculptor. Whatever artist had crafted him had paid particular attention to the
blaze of his gray eyes and the rock hard perfection between his legs.
Perfection that he buried deep inside of me in one smooth thrust.

I half moaned, half yelped as he
swirled his hips around. He had positioned me at the perfect angle, his cock
buried deep within me while his pubic bone ground against my clit. And all the
while he kept up that steady stream of bossy dirty talk. "I want it to be
so good for you," he promised me. "I want to watch you as you come
around my cock."

I gripped the couch tighter as he
began fucking me. The angle left everything concentrated right at my swollen
clit. The blood rushing to my head had me seeing stars, and each shallow thrust
sent a squeaking gasp out of my lips. I felt myself reaching the cliff-edge,
poised to fall over and I let go of the couch, but Liam caught my arms up in
his hands, gripping me tightly. He yanked me upward, kissing me savagely before
throwing me back onto the couch, then lifting my ass even higher to thrust into
me more deeply than before. "You're coming now, aren't you Shay? I can
feel you getting all tight...."