Page 103 of Unfinished

“You ruined me, Liam,” I whispered.

“Right back at you, beautiful,” he whispered back, tucking my hair behind my ear before placing his fingertips on my chin and tilting my head up. He leaned down and his lips pressed against mine. My heart cracked wide open and every wall I’d built exploded as his kiss annihilated them.

My hand went to his waist and I parted my lips as his tongue slid in to explore my own. A growl rumbled from his chest as his hand slid into my hair at the back of my neck. His other arm snaked around my waist and he lifted me, walking towards the elevator where he set me down, never removing his mouth from mine.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him. Miss the way my heart was beating through my chest and butterflies took flight in my stomach. Or how heat traveled through my body being near him. I missed the way his arms wrapped around me and the way his hands gripped me. My body had always reacted to Liam like this and I didn't want it to ever stop.

It didn't matter how hard I fought against my feelings, I have loved Liam since the first time he kissed me. I made mistakes, and I let my fears hold me back. I didn't want to fight against my feelings for Liam anymore. I just wanted him.

His hand slammed against the reader and our kiss grew needy. Pushing aside every thought of the past, I let myself sink into our kiss. I let myself remember how good it was before it all went bad. I let every feeling I still had for him rise to the surface.

The elevator doors slid open behind me and Liam walked me back, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. His hands roamed my back and hips, sending goosebumps rising over my skin. My hands gripped his shirt, pulling him against me. Melting into the heat and hardness of his body, my body buzzed with excitement.

The elevator doors opened and Liam lifted me by my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he carried me to the apartment door. Our tongues tangled as he flung open the door. The door slammed shut behind us as he walked past the island in the kitchen where I dropped my clutch before raising my hand to run my fingers through his hair. The rough stubble on his face scratched at my cheek and chin as I kissed his cheek, jaw, and neck.

He passed my room and his office, walking straight back to his room. He dropped me on his bed and my eyes rose up to see the fire in his. I couldn't drag my eyes from him to observe the room I'd never been in, he was all I wanted to look at. He looked at me like he was starved, but he held back to give me an out. He was waiting for me to tell him I wanted this.

I let my eyes roam down his body to the bulge tenting his pants, then I let them rise back to his eyes. A flash of desperation crossed his face, until I finally spoke, "Liam. I need you."

His shoulders relaxed in the slightest with relief and a small smile spread across his face. The hunger returned as he let his eyes slide down my body, heating every single place they observed. He groaned as his fingers went to the top button of his shirt and began undoing each one.

“If you like that dress, I highly recommend you remove it before I rip it off you.” As his shirt opened, the muscles I so fondly remembered were revealed. Six years hadn't changed him much; smooth tanned skin, hard muscles flexed, and he looked exactly as I remembered him. I, however, didn't look like I did in my early twenties and I wondered how he would react to the changes in my body. Pushing aside the nerves that rose over my thicker and curvier shape, I reached back and grabbed the zipper of my dress and pulled it down. Pulling the top down to my waist, revealing the navy lace of my bra, I kept my eyes on his chest, afraid I might see disappointment in his expression.

His hand gripped my chin and tipped my face up to him. With complete adoration in his eyes, they roamed over my slightly larger chest and the softness of my stomach before returning to mine, "You are breathtakingly beautiful, as you have always been."

Bending down, he took my lips in a hungry kiss. His hand pressed against my chest and pushed me back on the bed. His hands roamed down my sides in a soft caress before he gripped the dress pooled at my hips. Lifting my hips, he pulled the dress over my ass and down my legs before throwing it in a corner. He grabbed the heels off my feet and tossed them aside. Standing back up, he looked over my body like I was his next meal, and he was trying to figure out where to start. His eyes stopped on the tattoo on my upper thigh and nerves struck me again.

Sitting up quickly, I ran my fingers over the carved muscles of his stomach down to his pants. Roughly, I undid his belt and button. I slid the zipper down before gripping the sides and pushing his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, freeing his already hard cock. I licked my lips as I gripped the base in my hand and gave the smooth length a firm stroke before sliding my thumb over the tip.

Longing to find out if he still tasted the same, I leaned forward and with a broad stroke I licked up the underside to the head. Flicking my tongue over the tip, his cock twitched. Liam hissed slightly when I kissed the tip, then I swirled my tongue around the head. My confidence returned as the feeling of power I had over him came over me. I could bring this man to his knees with my mouth alone and it filled me with pride.

“Fuck,” Liam swore when I wrapped my mouth around the tip and sucked slightly. Sliding my wet lips down the shaft till he hit the back of my throat, I kept my eyes on his. Hollowing out my cheeks, I pulled back and released his cock with a pop.

“Fuck my mouth, Liam,” I demanded.

“I was hoping you would say that.” Liam threaded his fingers through my hair and guided my head back to his cock. I licked my lips and wrapped them around the head as he pushed into my mouth. He started with slow thrusts and I placed my hands on the back of his thighs as he began to pump faster, shoving into the back of my throat, cutting off my air.

“I missed your perfect mouth around my cock,” Liam whispered, chasing his release. My hand went to his balls where I gently rolled them and his cock jumped in my mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and a drop of drool slid down my chin as his hips stuttered and his thrusts became more erratic.

“Swallow when I come, beautiful.”

I missed this between us. How he commanded me even while I held the control and the power. I wanted to please him, and here in front of him I had the power to be his undoing. This dangerous and deadly man would do anything for me and all I had to do was command it.

After a few more thrusts, I felt his cock thicken and jerk as the salty release hit my tongue and slid down the back of my throat. Sliding my mouth off his cock, I swallowed and licked at his cock to make sure I took every single drop of him. He gripped the sides of my face. Using his thumbs, he wiped away my tears and the drool on my chin. Then he pressed his lips to mine in a heated and frenzied kiss.

Without breaking our kiss, he toed off his shoes first before pulling his legs from the pants pooled at his ankles and removed his shirt from his shoulders. His hand slid down my back to my bra where he unhooked it and pulled it from my body. Liam’s hand came to my chest and he pushed me down to the bed as he climbed over me. His teeth grazed over my jaw and then he placed a gentle kiss under my ear before biting the space between my neck and shoulder, causing me to arch up. My core tightened, needing friction, and a breathless feeling squeezed in my chest.

He was mixing the rough with the soft, reminding me of how we'd always been. Giving me hints of pain with the heat of pleasure and building me higher with each touch. Placing gentle kisses along my collar bone and chest, before biting down on my nipple, then licking away the hurt. Heat pooled in me as he hit every single pleasure point. He remembered them all and used every single one until I was dripping with need. His hand slid down the center of my body softly, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. His hand gripped the front of my lacy thong and he slid from my body as he dragged it down my legs.

“Fuck, I missed you. I’m going to pull every single last one of my favorite noises from you.” Liam licked and peppered kisses down my stomach.

Gripping my thighs, he spread me wide at the edge of the bed where he knelt. He licked his lips as he looked at my soaked core. My cheeks heated with a blush when he growled out, “You missed me too. You’re drenched.”

He kissed each of my inner thighs, then stopped. I squeezed my eyes shut knowing his eyes were on my tattoo. Trying to avoid a conversation we would eventually have about it, I squirmed and whined, “Fuck, Liam. Please.”

“You beg so sweetly.” Liam grinned against my skin, still kissing my hips and thighs, avoiding where I needed him most, “Do you want me to taste you, beautiful?”

“Yes please, Liam!”

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