Page 54 of The Red-Hot Stakes

He returned the favor, and I loved the feel of his rough hands sliding over me. He never stopped moving, always caressing, kneading. Every nerve ending was awake and screaming for him to touch me.

He shifted between my legs, his considerable length settling on just the right spot, and he chuckled at my moan. “Know what my absolutely favorite thing about women is?”

I shook my head as his lips left mine, trailing over my cheek, down my neck. I arched into him as his tongue dipped into the crevice of my collarbone.

His grin turned wicked. “There’s no limit to how many times you can orgasm.”

Chapter Fourteen

My breath caught in my throat as I froze at his audacious words, anticipation and need coiling within me.

He thrust between my legs, his muscular thighs spreading me open. “I can make you come, just like this, from friction alone.”

I let out another moan.

“But it’ll be faster if I do this.” Then he bent his head, capturing my aching nipple with his mouth, rolling the other stiff peak between his fingers. And he kept thrusting.

The rhythm he set had me panting in no time. I wouldn’t say that it was difficult for me to come, but I didn’t usually get off from humping some guy’s dick through our clothes either. But the feel of his tongue swirling around my sensitive peak, while his fingers caressed the other, and the friction building below…it was too much to fight. I shuddered beneath him in my first orgasm of the day.

He chuckled, swiping his tongue over my breast once more before hovering above my lips. “Thatta girl, Red.”

I glared. “If you say that every time I get off, you’re going to end up with a black eye.” This time his laugh rumbled through us, sending mini quakes through me, making me gasp.

“You’re not working tonight, right?” When I shook my head, the wicked grin returned. His hands went to my hips, teasing under the waistband of my skirt. “I think this has to go, for what I have in mind.” He paused with his fingers against my hips, waiting.

A nod was all I could manage, my words stolen in the wake of anticipation. He slid my skirt and underwear off in one quick motion. I lay bare before him, completely naked as he studied me, his eyes darkening more by the second.

“Damn, Gina.”

“Everything you dreamed I’d be?” It was hard not to squirm under his intense stare, and I tried not to deflate when he shook his head.

“I could never imagine anything as beautiful as you.” He ran a tentative hand down my flat stomach, his words and his touch making my heart flutter. “You’re not going to taste like cinnamon, are you?” His fingers slid down, between my thighs, one stroking my folds.

I sucked in a breath at the intimate touch. Desire thrummed steadily in my veins as Liam spread me wider, making room for his broad shoulders as he knelt before me. His gaze flicked to mine just before his tongue circled my most sensitive part. I almost flew off the bed at the sensation.

“Too much?” When I nodded, he chuckled. “All right, we’ll go slow then.”

He started a languid, torturous pace. He kissed my inner thighs, coming closer and closer to that hidden spot. His fingers smoothed and danced all around, never quite touching where I needed.

All but squirming beneath him, I begged, “Liam, please.”

His breath was hot on my center. “Please what?”

“Put your mouth on me.” I tugged on his hair, directing him where I wanted him.

“With pleasure.”

His tongue found me once more, and this time I arched into his attentions, more than ready for it. One large finger pushed into me. I groaned in relief, but I was too hasty. He kept his motions slow and steady, torturing me with his languid pace. I bucked against his mouth.

“Patience, Red. I’ve got you.” He turned his finger just so, thrusting deep and hitting me right where I needed, while at the same time lapping me with his tongue.

My insides clenched, a precursor to what was coming.

“That’s it, not far now.” His pace quickened.

His pressure increased until my breathing was ragged, and I hovered on the edge of an enormous precipice. Then I spiraled over. Ecstasy encompassed me, threatening to drown me. I cried out Liam’s name, my nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t stop until I finished clenching, only then did he sit up, licking his lips.

“You taste like peaches.” He crawled over me to kiss me, and I tasted myself on his lips, which was kind of hot. “That’s two, so far.”

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