Page 31 of Aim Assist

He's not wrong. I'm trembling in his lap, my body screaming for more of his touch. I manage to tip my head back to look at him, my eyes heavy-lidded. "Take me to bed, Liam. Please."

His pupils flare, eclipsing the blue of his irises. "And I love when you beg."

The server returns with the check and Liam hardly glances at it before scrawling his signature and handing it back with his room key. "Charge it to the room, please."

Then he's urging me up and I somehow get my shaky legs under me. His arm loops around my waist, anchoring me to his side. I can feel the thick ridge of his erection against my hip as we walk, and it makes the very core of me throb.

God, I need him inside me.

Liam

I'm a gentleman.

I'm a gentleman.

I'm a fucking gentleman, God damn it, and I will not ravish Amy in the middle of the fucking hotel lobby, no matter how much that ass jiggles in her dress.

My fingers are already dry, but I can imagine the slick feel of her arousal as I touched her. She smells like sex and oranges. I hate oranges, but now I think it's my favorite fruit.

She grabs my hand as we wait for the elevator, her fingers entwined with mine, and it almost brings me to my fucking knees.

Every little touch of that soft skin and I'm undone.

I went too far at the bar. I never should have touched her in public. She's too sweet, too beautiful for something so dirty.

Too young to be corrupted by someone like me.

So I kiss the back of her hand and watch her melt, swaying into me over the romantic gesture.

I can't help the rush of power that floods through me seeing how Amy responds to my every touch, every movement. Her body is attuned to mine, yearning for more. I pull her flush against my chest, arms encircling her soft curves possessively.

There are a few looks in our direction, but I'm pretty sure it's because she's fucking gorgeous. Like sex walking on amazon-high, pinprick heels.

"This elevator is taking forever," she whispers, voice husky with need.

A chuckle rumbles through me. "Patience, sweetheart. All good things come to those who wait."

As if to torment me, she wiggles that lush ass against my straining erection. Fuck. A groan escapes my throat. She's going to unravel me before we reach her room.

"You might have a point about that elevator," I concede, my hands sliding down to grip her hips, holding her still before I lose what's left of my control.

After an eternity, the doors slide open with a ding. I reluctantly release Amy and gesture for her to precede me like the gentleman I'm desperately trying to be. For her.

"After you."

She throws me a look smoldering with sinful promise before sauntering inside with an extra sway to her hips. Minx.

By some fucking miracle, we're the only ones in the elevator. I hit the button for the thirteenth floor after a brief glance before stalking her into a corner of the elevator.

The way she backs up with wide eyes and a slow grin sends fire straight through my veins.

She's ready. She's willing. She's perfect.

Ten seconds. That's what I promise myself as I capture Amy's lips with my own, a fleeting reprieve to savor the sweet taste of her, the intoxicating scent clouding my mind.

One.

My tongue delves into the warm cavern of her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance that steals the air from my lungs.

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