Page 12 of Tomorrow's Never Promised

I don’t know what to do. Should I be bold and invite him in, or do I tell him I'll be right out?Goddamn it, Leah. You could have had him wait for me in the living room.I poke my head out, shielding my body with the curtain—as if we aren’t about to do completely filthy things to one another.

“Hey,” I greet him seductively. It comes out shakier than sexy—and he can tell.

A tantalizing smile forms on his face as he makes the first move of removing his boots and socks. My eyes widen in surprise. Not because he’s about to get in the shower but due to the large spots of blood splattered on his shirt.

“Oh my God! Liam, are you hurt?” I presume. He looks down at his bloodstained shirt and shrugs.Yeah. Totally fine. No big deal.

“I’m okay sweetheart, it’s notmine. Chase won’t be bothering you or any other woman—ever again,” he declares, while lifting his shirt over his head and ceremoniously dropping it to the floor.

I scan his body to confirm he hasn’t been injured and what I find are more tattoos covering his chest—two black, tribal ravens are perched on each of his pecs. Both his nipples are pierced, adding to his bad-boy look. Dark hair veils the center of his chest and dips low towards an impressive set of abs. My eyes dip lower, watching him reach for the buckle of his jeans. With steady hands, he swiftly unbuckles his belt, interrupting my exploration. Liam’s fingers pause at the zipper. I look up at him and his eyes meet mine with resolve.

“You’re sure this is what you want, love?” he quizzes me with an eyebrow raised.

I feel a wave of my own tenacity hit me. All my nerves go out the window and I loosen the death grip I have on the curtain. “You better get in before the water gets cold,” I respond with finesse, letting the hot water cascade down my back. He chuckles again.

I grab the face wash, realizing the steam and water probably turned me into a racoon.No wonder he was looking at me like that. I close my eyes and scrub at my face, attempting to remove the dark circles of mascara and eyeliner. Turning back towards the shower head, I hear theswooshof the shower curtain and start to shudder with anticipation. I run my face under the water as his two strong hands pull me flush against his body. They wrap around me like a harness and I am about to take the plunge. His erection presses hard against my ass.

Leah was right. This man will deliver–I have no doubt.

He twists me around to face him and runs his hands up my waist. I keep my head down, nervous to look him in the eyes, knowing damn well I’ll see the same hunger that is coursing through me.Holy…Jesus.This man’s cock is perfect. The girth is more shocking than the length of him; both equally formidable. A thick vein runs up his shaft to a swollen crown. I bite my lower lip with my teeth as I clamp my legs together.By this time tomorrow, I am going to be deliciously sore.

The knuckle of his index finger caresses my jaw, lifting my chin up. His hands wrap around both sides of my face as my eyes find his. “You look nervous,” he points out.

I’m done talking about this. I yank his face to mine, locking my lips around his. He stills, unprepared for my ambush. It lasts only a few seconds before his tongue pushes past my lips. Liam presses my back against the tile and shoves my legs apart with his knee, putting pressure where I need it most. Boldness takes over me as I run my hands down his abs, placing one on his hip and grazing his length with the other. I open my mouth wider, granting him full access. Our tongues dance before I pull his lower lip in between my teeth and then retreat.

He lowers his head, leaning his forehead against mine. “Woman, you’ll be the death of me,” he groans.He said the same thing earlier at the bar. His lips find mine again, continuing his mission to devour me. Calloused hands slide down over my breasts. His thumbs roll my nipples to peaks, and my core starts to clench with the need to feel him inside me.

I grasp his cock in my fist as I moan into his mouth. He grabs my other hand, pinning it next to my head, and twines our fingers together. I tighten my grip on his growing length, pumping from base to tip. A growl escapes his lips as he mirrors me, matching my rhythm thrust for thrust. Liam grabs my face with his other hand, clenching my hair around his fingers and mercilessly reclaiming my lips.

I am heaving heavily when we break free. I’ve lost track of time.How long have we been exploring each other?He trails softer kisses down my neck and over my right nipple, circling his tongue around the tight bud. Then begins to lick and suck, forcing my body to squirm at the incredible sensation. I am already so sensitive,it’s all so much.

The heat of the water rushing over us.

The pressure of his hips against mine.

His lips taking turns on my nipples and throwing my mind into a frenzy.

I haveneverfelt this way before.Andit’s not the drugs.This chemistry between us has been building for years. It was always how he looked at me that drove me wild.

Liam licks his way back up my neck, peppering kisses along my jaw. I love how he goes back and forth betweensavageand forbearing. I remove my hand from his cock, sliding it up through the neatly trimmed hair. I walk my fingers over his abs and up to the center of his sternum, gently pushing him back—about to drop to my knees. He grabs my hand and throws it above my head while running his nose over my collarbone.

“Not so fast, beautiful,” his whisper tickles my skin. Liam kisses me…

Once

Twice

A third time.

Each one with more intensity than the last.

He walks us backward toward the shower bench and sits down. I straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck, staring into the eyes of a man on a mission. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smile. One of his hands slides around my lower back while the other slips between us. His fingers run up and down my slit, building my need for more contact. I gasp and throw my head back—God, this feels amazing.

My hips buck at his touch and I squeeze my thighs tighter around him. He leans forward to latch his lips onto my throat, sucking at the delicate flesh. His fingers continue their pursuit deeper into my folds, circling his thumb around my clit and breaching a finger through my slick entrance. Working his finger deeper into my channel, my walls begin to clench around him. I close my eyes at the sensation and ride his hand, using his neck as leverage. His other hand drops lower to grab a handful of my ass, guiding my thrusts and encouraging my orgasm.

He adds a second digit, increasing the pressure building within me. Moving his thumb and palming my clit, he starts to crook his fingers at a relentless pace. My breath hitches in my throat and I see stars behind my eyelids.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart—I want your eyes on me when you come,” he demands while he continues to bewitch me. I force my eyes open and ride his fingers harder until I fully detonate my orgasm.And with it,the last piece of my armor falls off.

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