Page 93 of The Savior

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Liam traced his fingers over Chelsea, and they settled into the close embrace on the couch like they had earlier. He turned off the television screen, and they sat in the quiet.

If she’d been surprised that he chased her down, forcing her to admit that arousal wasn’t the only reason they’d slept together, she wasn’t alone.

The old engagement ring caused him to recognize their truth. Talk about being blindsided. If that hadn’t happened, maybe he’d have been content to call their new friendship one of comfort and mind-blowing sex.

“You’re staring at me,” she pointed out.

He’d spaced and hadn’t realized that he was. Liam grinned and focused pointedly on her shoulder then her knee. “What do you want me to look at?”

“I’m serious!” Chelsea elbowed him and gave a quiet, self-conscious giggle. “Don’t stare.”

He touched her chin, coaxing her to face him again. Only a slip of space remained between their lips. His heart thundered.

She inched away. “You’re still staring.”

How could he not? “It’s fun.”

She scoffed and a sexy flush pinked her glowing cheeks. “Be nice.”

“Making you laughisnice!” He slid his hand across her thigh. The softness lit him from the inside out. They’d had a heavy night, but now that she melted back into his arms, he needed more of her. “Almost as nice as…”

She sighed. “As what?”

“Making you come.”

Chelsea yanked back. “Liam!”

He squeezed the inside of her thigh. “You know I’m right.” Then dropped his gaze to her shoulder. “But if you want, I’ll stick to staring tonight.”

She pushed his chin up, and a dangerous hunger danced in her eyes, threatening to undue his self-control.

“You know what I mean,” she said.

“I don’t know. Better lay it on me.”

Her pink lips pursed then parted. “I…”

“You…” Liam brushed his mouth against her ear and needed to run his tongue from the tips of her breasts to the slit of her pussy. “Have no idea how much I want you.”

He couldn’t resist the memory of how her fingernails dug into his flesh when she climaxed or the way she bucked on his cock.

Her breathing hitched, and she nuzzled against his neck. “I might.”

“Do you know what I want?” he asked.

“Me,” she whispered.

“You.” He sucked a spot on her neck that made her moan. “Your tits. Your clit. Your eyes locked on mine.”

She gripped his shoulders. “Don’t tease me.”

Liam licked the spot that made her squirm. “Why?”

Her hand slid under his shirt, and the tips of her fingernails lightly scratched down his stomach muscles. Chelsea pressed her forehead to his and held his gaze. “After everything that happened today, I just want to drown in you.”

Hell. Her honesty hit him in the chest, raw and real. Not unlike their first time together. That was fueled by lust. Consuming touches and blinding kisses had made them desperate. Nothing but fast and furious, orgasms upon orgasms.

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