Page 73 of Chasing After Forever

As soon as he shut the door, I twined my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, bringing my face close to his. Our lips hovered mere inches apart and our breathing synced.

“Thanks for tonight. It was lovely—I had a great time,” I whispered, staring deep into his eyes.

“You’re welcome. I loved having you there with me.” He brought his hands down to my waist, letting his fingers travel lower now that we were alone.

I sighed, relaxing into his embrace. “Liam—”

“Ssh,” he said, raising one finger to my lips. He tipped his head down, brushing his lips lightly over mine. “Let’s enjoy tonight. We can figure out our lives in the morning.”

Seemed as good a plan as any.

I grazed his mouth, teasing his lips open with the tip of my tongue. Liam wasted no time, plunging into me, licking and sucking hard. Hot desire whirled in my gut, chill bumps rising on my skin as his hands caressed my bare back. He toyed with the zipper, inching it down slowly, so slowly no sound was made.

“I’ve wanted you out of this dress from the moment you put it on today,” he murmured, his fingertips feathering over my shoulder, peeling the satiny material down. “It’s a beautiful dress, but nothing in comparison to what’s underneath.”

A warm blush rose from my chest, flaming my cheeks, the dress now a shiny emerald puddle at my feet.

My nipples pebbled in the chilled air, the cotton of Liam’s shirt rough against my tender skin. Liam dipped down, kissing one, then the other, his tongue swirling around and around, bringing each to a sharp point. I exhaled in a long, low hiss, wetness pooling in my panties, my muscles going limp under his sensual assault.

He bent down, scooping me up into his arms, and I threw one hand over his broad shoulder, clinging to him.

“Liam!” I cried, slapping him playfully on his jacket.

“It’s more comfortable upstairs.” He carried me up the flight of stairs as if I weighed nothing, laying me down gently on the bed. Shrugging out of his tux jacket, he laid it neatly across the small sofa at the end of his bed. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, all the while never taking his eyes off me. I didn’t move a muscle, biting down hard on my bottom lip and leaning back on my elbows, watching him.

He tossed his shirt on top of his jacket, and I drank him in, the ridges of his abs, the defined V of his hips. My fingers itched to touch him. I sat up, reaching for him, pulling him into me by his belt loops. I unbuckled his belt, snaking it off, as he undid his pants, kicking them to the ground.

“Come here,” I said, grabbing his ass and bringing him closer to me. He dropped down on his knees and a hot rush of need vibrated through me. His finger traced the line from my hip to my thigh, all the way down my calf, settling at my stiletto. He deftly unbuckled the strappy shoe, freeing one aching foot, then the other. With his thumb, he massaged the ball of my foot and I moaned, the pressure exactly right, releasing the built-up tension from the evening.

He rubbed for a few minutes, then kissed the top of my foot, his tongue darting out and licking a hot trail all the way to my inner thigh. Burying his face between my legs, he sucked on my panties as I pulsed beneath him, throbbing under his tongue.

“Liam,” I moaned, lying all the way back on the duvet, my hands fisting in the fluffy cover.

He didn’t let up, humming and nipping as I arched up against his mouth, every nerve in my body pinging wildly. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. Biting down on my lip, I held in my cries as tension mounted inside me.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more. I grabbed his shoulders, urging him onto the bed. He crawled up my body, all his strength and hardness coiled tight, heat radiating just above me, rolling off his skin.

“I need you. Now,” I murmured, reaching down and peeling off his boxer briefs, freeing his hard length. Wrapping my hands around him, I rubbed the tip, already slick and ready. Liam answered my need, peeling my panties off with one hand, then levered his body up above me. Without another word, he spread my legs with his large palm and plunged into me, startling me in the best way possible.

I gasped as he filled me, stretching me, all my nerve endings tingling with red-hot pleasure.

“Ohmygod,” I moaned, arching up to meet his long, hard strokes, my body responding to his pulsating urge, quivering around him.

He thrust into me over and over again, delicious tension mounting low in my core, building with each push. My breaths came fast, almost in a pant, our bodies now slick with sweat as we moved together.

Liam kissed me, long and hard, cupping my face as I clenched around him, pulling him into me. I held him to me, tight, so tight—I didn’t want to let him go.

Ever.

I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing his hard body to mine. Liam locked his eyes on mine, ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

“Let go,” he murmured, urging me on.

His words tipped me over the edge, and I cried out, unraveling beneath him. He rode my wave, exploding inside me, every muscle in his body flexing over me as he hit his release.

He collapsed onto me, his body a heavy weight, even though he was careful not to crush me.

“I love you, too,” I whispered into the dark, my words hovering in the air between us.

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