Page 45 of Rock Strong

Rosemary would be proud of me.

I texted her, letting her know I wouldn’t be coming back to our hotel room at the end of the night. I signed on for the full pampering session in Liam’s suite, which looked more like an opulent apartment for a family of five. The bath was as sweet and innocent as two naked adults sitting in a tub could get. Except for the part when he sucked on my toes. That was something no one had ever done to me before, and it made me wetter than I already was sitting in that warm, sudsy water.

The massage was delightful. True to his word, Liam didn’t take advantage of my bare body, although it was probably torturing him since I kept catching glimpses of his hardness as he worked his hands into my stressed-out muscles.

Good God.

But the night could not have ended on a better note. “Care to sit on the balcony?” Liam asked, wicked grin sparkling on his face.

“What do you mean? Oh—you mean…”

Standing next to the enormous California king-size bed, vein-roped arm outstretched so I could take his hand, Liam Collier was the most beautiful specimen I had ever laid eyes on. He seriously got better and more gorgeous-looking every time I saw him. I didn’t have to have a million sex partners before to know he was something special. It was in the delicate way he asked me to join him. He was all about pleasing me.

And please me he did.

With the lights off and me giggling like an idiot, we ventured out onto the hotel balcony. “Won’t someone see us?” I asked, hoping I wouldn’t chicken out.

“Maybe. But the lights are out, we have this blanket and…” He held up both the swiped bed comforter and a condom packet for me to see. “You can’t worry too much about what will happen, and who will see us, and who will talk about us. You have to just live your life.”

I could have argued with him, brought up points about indecent exposure, but I didn’t. It wasn’t the time. Liam sat in a comfy outdoor sofa, pulling me down with him. I landed happily in his lap, which made him groan, slide both his hands underneath my hair, and kiss me deeply.

God, I wanted him like I’d never wanted anyone. The raw passion, the slow, carefully executed kisses, the way his hands kneaded my waist, my thighs, and my backside.

“You have the best ass,” he whispered against my cheek.

Wow, definitely not words I had ever heard directed at me before, and maybe he didn’t even mean them, but I couldn’t let my self-esteem get in the way of enjoying him right now, so I kissed him deeper to let him know I appreciated it. When I broke away, it was only to confess what a great ass I thought he had and how I’d imagined myself massaging said ass—his entire, glorious body—from the moment we’d met. I promised him that soon I’d return the favor of the massage he’d given me, showing him in explicit detail all I’d done to him in my mind. He groaned, and we kissed for what seemed like hours. I loved it.

I was so ramped up, I could’ve just orgasmed right then, squeezing my thighs together while Liam’s hands roamed all over my body. “What do you want, Abby?” he asked, sliding down to reach my breasts, squeezing them softly and gently sucking on my nipples.

“I don’t know,” I said. It was true. There were a thousand ways I could have enjoyed him right then, and not one way made its preference known. I was hot, wet, and aching for him. His fingers slid down between my legs, dipping into me and pulling out to rub my clit in circles. “Oh, God,” I mumbled. It would be perfectly fine if he wanted to make me come just like that.

“Oh, God, what?” he asked.

“Oh, God, that feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want.” He laid his head against my chest, seeming to listen to my heartbeat as he pushed his fingers deeper into me.

“I want you,” I sighed.

“Where do you want me? How? Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Between my legs.”

“My body or my face? Tell me what you want, baby.”

Crap, this was hard for me, but I didn’t care anymore. I’d already decided that Liam was the man who would hear me talk this way, the only man. I didn’t have to feel embarrassed, because he wanted it, relished it. “I want you to…”

“To what?” He moved his body lower, looking up at me with those amazing honey eyes. Whatever he did, he wouldn’t have to do it for long, because I was ready to come just from hearing him talk to me. Just from feeling his fingers inside of me. “Say it, Abby.”

I reached up and took hold of his shoulders, kissing his defined chest and stomach. I pushed him down, and he followed my wordless request by kneeling in front of me.

“Say, ‘Liam, I want you to…’”

“Liam, I want you to…lick me.” There, I said it. At least I thought it was my voice, asking for something I’d never had before.

“That’s my good girl. Say please.” His smile was wide and mischievous now.

“Please lick me, Liam.”

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