Page 32 of Two Weeks in Tahoe

“I can’t believe…” I shake my head, unsure how to finish the thought. Then suddenly, I’m laughing. And Liam, looking confused for a moment, starts to laugh along with me. I don’t even know why I’m doing it, but it feels good, and relief washes through me.

Now that it’s all out in the open, I’m reminded of that younger version of him again, that boy who made my heart flutter. The boy I thought I’d never see again, who I’d wrapped in a perfect little bubble in my mind, never to be tarnished. But that boy is gone now, and standing right in front of me is a more incredible, sexy man than I ever could have imagined. And I want that man to do dirty things to me.

The look he’s giving me could melt the snow off the ground right now. I’m frozen in his gaze until he gently grabs my face, tilts it up toward him, and studies every inch of it as he gently caresses my cheek with his thumb. I take all of him in. The lighter flecks of color in his eyes, his straight nose that’s sprinkled with a few light freckles, and his perfect lips that I have a burning need to taste. All of my blood rushes to my core, and I’m suddenly aching for him.

“Stay here,” he says as he runs his thumb from my cheek to my lower lip, his eyes following the torturously slow movement. He looks into my eyes for a beat, and then suddenly his lips are on mine.

His lips are cold but his tongue parting my mouth is warm. I get lost in the sensation and suddenly he picks me up with my legs wrapped around his waist and he’s carrying me to his bedroom.

He sets me down on a tall bed and I grab at him for more, but he holds my hands and shakes his head with a devilish grin as he stands back and looks down at me. “I want to see every inch of you,” he says. “And I told you I like to take my time.”

At some point, he had already taken off his jacket, but I am still fully bundled up, so I shrug off my coat and he helps me with my shirt. He looks down at me and thumbs both of my nipples through my purple lacey bra. I lean back on my hands, arching my body so it’s exposed to him more, and he lets out a deep guttural sound.

He flings his shirt away in a flash and, of course, he has a perfectly sculpted torso. My gaze travels down to the “v” shape above his pants and my body aches with a feral need for him. I move to unbutton his pants as he stares down at me with heavy lids.

When I slide his pants down his strong thighs, I suck in a breath as I take in the massive bulge in his black briefs. I lean back onto my palms again, letting out a soft moan as I avert my gaze to the ceiling. My core is throbbing with a horrible want for him, and if I look at him there again, I might not be able to restrain myself. But he says he wants to take his time with me, so I’ll try to be good.

I look him in the eyes and they are oozing with lust. He’s slowly removing my pants and kissing down my legs while stepping out of the rest of his pants, which I got too distracted to finish removing.

He’s nudging my legs farther apart and placing a hand on the bed beside me. His other hand is holding me firmly at the crease of my hip. His touch is still cold, and the clashing sensations ignite a storm throughout my body. He leans in closer, and our mouths meet in a more heated, lustful fury this time. Slowly, he trails kisses along my neck, until he reaches my ear. I breathe in his scent, and it stirs something primal inside of me.

“Layla,” he purrs. “I bet you taste delicious.” His cheek against mine is cold but his breath on my ear is hot. I shiver.

Our mouths are crashing together again and his hand is slowly pulling my tiny scrap of lacey purple underwear to the side. His cold fingers softly caress me at the apex of my thighs, and I gasp. I arch into the touch, wanting more, and he gives it to me. His fingers thrust inside me and I’m moaning into his mouth. But it’s still not enough. I greedily push against him with my hips, craving more.

He smiles at me, shaking his head.

“Liam, fuck,” I pant. My legs are spread on the edge of the bed and he’s standing in front of me, watching his fingers slowly go in and out as his thumb rubs at that spot just a little higher. It’s enough to put me over the edge. I tilt my head back, breathing heavily, when he suddenly stops, and my whole body reacts to the absence of his touch. The empty, hungry feeling is torturous.

I whip my head back toward him, mouth open in frustration, and he’s smirking at me like a devil.

“Not just yet, princess,” he teases, his voice a gravelly murmur.

He gets down on his knees in front of me and the bottom half of his beautiful face disappears. I feel his cold hands grasp my thighs and his warm breath at the apex of my thighs. I cry out softly as his tongue meets my body, and I clutch onto his soft hair. But then I quickly release my grip on his hair, needing both my hands to lean back on as he works his tongue on me in a steady motion that has me about to shatter.

I’m grinding into him when his warm tongue hits precisely the right spot and suddenly I’m crying out, falling into oblivion and losing all sense of direction and time. I ride out the blissful wave on his tongue and then slowly come back down to my physical body.

He releases a deep laugh into my thighs, kissing them and giving them a squeeze. His muscular shoulders and arms are flexed as he uses my thighs to lift himself to stand.

I fall back onto the bed, laughing to myself as I come down from the high. He lowers himself over me, gently kissing my forehead, my cheeks, then my mouth. “I’m not even close to done with you yet,” he breathes against my lips.

I feel his hardness brush against my thigh, and just like that, my core is awakened and humming again. I grab onto him, running my hands down the soft skin of his muscular back, taking in his signature scent that I can’t get enough of. My body still aches for more of him.

Reaching down, I run my hand down the smooth length of him, causing him to release a deep groan in my ear. I turn him over onto his back and slowly make my way down his body, eager to get a taste. I pull down his soft briefs and release all of him, the sight of it sending a zing through my body.

I take my time savoring the taste of him, and he looks at me with such hunger in his eyes. It’s not very long before he stops me, pulling me up to him with a low growl.

He flips me over again and his hand slowly makes his way between my thighs as he kisses me gently on the lips. His hand discovers how ready I am for him, and he lets out a pleased moan.

“That’s my good girl,” he breathes into my ear. I arch in response.

He goes to reach for something and I grab his arm to stop him, shaking my head. “You’re good?” He questions, his heavy eyes filled with desire.

I nod my head with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, he’s slowly filling me inch by delicious inch, and I let out an involuntary moan into his neck. He starts out achingly slow and my hips buck, urging him to give me more, but he puts a firm hand on my hip to stop me. He pauses halfway inside and shakes his head. Then he looks down at me with an intense gaze, placing a soft kiss on my lips and whispers, “I want to feel every bit of you.”

Then he suddenly moves to stand, lifting me up with my legs straddled around him, pushing me up against a dresser. I place my arms around his shoulders as he starts out slow and deep, then he’s moving faster and filling me so wholly, his hands gripping my thighs firmly from underneath. The angle at which he holds me against him has that sensitive bud between my legs pressing against his stomach to create the perfect friction, and I’m about to explode again from the sensation.

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