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)
He was making it very, very difficult to keep those promises, and the worst part was…I didn’t know what to do about it. My head knew the rules we had agreed to and why we’d drawn those lines in the first place. But my heart? Well, my heart was ready to ignore those boundaries, wanting things I shouldn’t desire.
And I had no idea how I was going to handle the dichotomy of feelings.
When he pulled up in front of my apartment building and parked at the curb, he switched off the engine and turned to me before I could get out of the car. He hadn’t parked near a streetlight, but I could still see the intensity in his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay after what happened at the club?” he asked, his voice roughened with residual worry.
There was that concern again, and I gave him a reassuring smile. “Yes. I’m good. Thank you again for protecting me even when you didn’t have to.”
“Of course. He needed to be taught a lesson,” he said, his tone hardening for a second. “A real man doesn’t touch a woman unless she wants him to. And I most definitely did have to step in.”
His eyes dropped to my lips and the air in the car felt thicker, charged with everything we’d been dancing around since the restaurant. And the realization hit me hard—I wanted this man to touch me. Badly.
Liam reached out slowly, his fingers skimming along my jawline, light but deliberate. A shiver ran through me, making my skin tingle. That simple caress shifted everything. The awareness between us spiked, the attraction we’d both tried to deny pulling us in like it had its own magnetic force field. His gaze met mine again, and I didn’t pull away.
I was so tired of denying what I wanted, and before I changed my mind, I leaned across the console, closing the gap between us. He didn’t pull back when our lips met, soft at first, but igniting fast. His mouth was warm and insistent, tasting faintly of beer from the club. I pressed closer, one hand finding his shoulder, the other sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him in. He responded immediately, his lips parting mine, the kiss deepening with a hunger that made my head spin and my pulse race.
The desire between us built quickly, tongues tangling, breaths mingling in the tight, dark space of the car. I nipped at his bottom lip, and he groaned low, the arousing sound vibrating through me. My body arched toward his, desperate for more contact, the console digging into my side but not enough to stop me. His hand cupped my face, thumb tracing my cheek, while the other gripped my waist, urging me closer.
From there, things seemed to spiral out of control. He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, “Come here,” in a rough and commanding tone.
Strong hands guided me over the console, dragging me onto his lap. I straddled him, my dress riding up my thighs as my knees settled on either side of his hips. The steering wheel at my back forced me closer to Liam, until our bodies were flush. My breasts crushed against his chest, and the hard length of his cock pressing between my legs sent a jolt of need straight to my core.
We crashed back into the kiss, heated and urgent now. With a deep groan, his mouth claimed mine, teeth clashing as one hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head for better access. The other skimmed up my thigh, slow and teasing, pushing beneath the hem of my dress. His warm fingers traced the edge of my panties before slipping beneath.
I gasped into his mouth as he stroked my slick pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit with just the right pressure. I tilted my hips, allowing him to slide two fingers inside me, curving them to hit that spot that made my toes curl.
I was grateful we were in this dark spot, hidden from prying eyes and probably fogging up the windows. We shouldn’t be doing this considering all the reasons why this was a bad idea, but everything about Liam felt so good, so right. His touch was confident, stroking me in that perfect rhythm as I rocked against his hand. I could feel his erection straining against me, hard and thick, and I ground down on it instinctively, the friction making him growl against my lips.
The pleasure built fast, coiling tight in my belly. His fingers pumped deeper, his thumb working my clit in firm circles, and I broke the kiss to bury my face in his neck, moaning softly. My hips moved with his own upward thrusts, chasing the edge, every stroke of his hand sending sparks through me.
My internal muscles clenched against his fingers and I came hard, shuddering against him. Waves of bliss rolled through me, my thighs trembling, breath hitching as I rode out the pleasure, shamelessly grinding down on his lap for more.