Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I parted my lips, giving him access, and he deepened the kiss with a low sound that vibrated through his chest. He tasted of chocolate and bourbon, and it was completely my undoing. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt, needing something solid to hold onto as I pulled him even closer. The city outside blurred to nothing, a smear of light beyond the windows, and suddenly there was only the press of Liam’s body and his dark, irresistible pull.
He didn’t rush. He kissed like a man who understood the value of control and how to wield it. Each slow drag of his mouth against mine, intentional. Every sweep of his tongue told me he wasn’t just chasing a reaction, he was learning all my subtle nuances.
That realization hit harder than it should have. He was a stranger. This was supposed to be simple pleasure, an escape, a night to remember. But there was something in the way Liam touched and kissed me that made it impossible to pretend it was something so casual. At least for me.
Focusing on the desire I couldn’t deny, I arched into him, my breasts brushing his chest, seeking more of everything with this man. His kiss deepened, the rhythm shifting from patience to hunger, and the low sound he made against my lips sent a shiver racing down my spine.
My trembling fingers fumbled over the buttons of his shirt, eager to touch him. I managed to free a few before my hands flattened against his warm, smooth skin, my palms gliding over his broad chest and tracing his sculpted abs.
For a man who kissed with control, he burned hot beneath the surface. And for a woman who came here wanting just a hot, memorable night, I feared I was already in much deeper than I’d ever intended.
When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.
“Christ,” he muttered, his thumb brushing along my jaw. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
“Then why did you stop?” I asked breathlessly.
“Because if I keep kissing you on this couch, I won’t be able to stop.” His hand slid higher on my thigh, his thumb grazing across the front panel of my damp panties. “And when I finally get you out of this dress, I want to take my time.”
Heat flooded through me, settling low in my belly. “Maybe I don’t want you to take your time.”
A slow smile curved his mouth. “Oh, you will.” He leaned in again, lips brushing across mine. “Trust me.”
If that was the case, then he was right. I didn’t want an uncomfortable couch for what he had in mind. I wanted that roomy, king-sized bed to spread out on.
I stood, reaching for his hand. “Come with me.”
He followed without hesitation, the air between us vibrating with everything unspoken as I led him toward the bed. I slipped the Birthday Girl sash over my head and tossed it aside. I stepped out of my heels, then turned around and looked at him over my shoulder.
“Would you mind?” I asked, referring to my zipper.
Liam’s eyes darkened as he moved closer and grasped the metal tab, placing a warm, damp kiss to my shoulder as he pulled the zipper down. He slipped the thin straps off my shoulders, allowing the dress to slide down my body and pool at my feet.
“Jesus, Morgan,” he murmured, his voice rough and reverent as he came around to stand in front of me. “You’re beautiful.”
I was glad I’d worn my favorite lingerie set, a black satin-and-lace bra and panty ensemble with little pink bows on the front. I should have felt exposed and vulnerable standing there half naked while he was still fully dressed, but the way he looked at me, like I was something for him to devour, banished the thought.
He stepped closer, his hands finding my hips, then he turned me and guided me back until my thighs hit the mattress. One gentle push, and I was lying against the comforter.
He knelt on the floor between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing them wider apart. When he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down, I lifted my hips to help him. The cool air hit my heated skin, but then his mouth was on me and I stopped thinking altogether.
His tongue slid through my pussy in one slow stroke and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He did it again, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me open for him. He took his time just as he’d promised, building the pleasure with maddening patience, giving me just enough to make me ache, but not enough to tip over.
My breasts felt full and sensitive, straining against my bra. I unhooked the clasp and let it fall to the floor. I fondled my own breasts, tweaked my nipples with my fingers, and moaned. At that moment, Liam seemed to decide he was done torturing me. He pushed two thick fingers deep inside and latched onto my clit. The combination made me cry out, my hips bucking against his mouth. He held me in place, his tongue working in quick circles while his fingers curved inside me, hitting exactly the right spot.