Page 72 of The Savior

“What else makes you moan?” Liam dipped his hand under the waistband of her yoga pants. He didn’t slide under her panties but curled his fingers over her mound. Her wet arousal had dampened the fabric, and he licked his lips the second he realized how very turned on she must be.

“I want this.” His voice rumbled as he pressed against her apex—then drew away.

The movement was slow, but the touch was gone, and she mewed in protest, making him smile.

“And…” He feathered the tips of his fingers across the softness of her belly. Back and forth, until Liam brushed the underside of her breast.

She purred, unable to keep quiet as he caressed her. “Liam…”

“And…” he said again, cupping her breast just as he did to her sex. “This.”

“Yes,” she murmured as the massaging pressure increased. “That feels so good.”

His touch grew bolder. He thumbed her nipple, plucking to gage her reaction, then he nuzzled her neck once he seemed sure to have found the pressure they liked.

He flicked open the front enclosure of her bra, cursing when her breasts released. “Sweet Jesus, your tits.”

Shocked, she jerked back to read his face.

“What?” he asked.

No one in their right mind thought she had a great chest. They were a little too small compared to her bottom, which was a little too large. She was ill-proportioned. But nothing she could see indicated he offered an unfounded compliment. Helikedher chest.

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

Liam dipped his mouth and sucked. The hot wetness of his tongue, how he nibbled and released, made her delirious.

Chelsea clawed at his sweatshirt. She needed his skin on hers. “Take this off.”

Liam tore it away then swiftly shed her shirt and tossed it aside. She had a brief worry that it had landed on the candle, and he laughed when she grabbed a quick look.

“Do you ever let go?” he asked.

“Of?”

“Everything but what’s in front of you?”

She didn’t answer.

“I won’t burn your condo down,” he promised then eased onto his knees for a neck-kissing angle that made her want to scream.

This was primal, unlike any pleasure she’d ever experienced, and they hadn’t even started down that actual road.

Chelsea squirmed. Her hips rocked to find an immaculate pressure as his hand cupped over her pants.

“Please.”

“Don’t rush me,” he chided but slid his hand into her panties.

“Liam,” she moaned.

Her sensitive skin tingled. Wet and swollen, she throbbed. His gentle caresses and strong strokes made her cry. He strummed and teased, playing with her clitoris one moment and toying at her entrance seconds later.

“You’re evil, and so very, very good.” She squeezed her eyes shut, and she might kill him soon if he didn’t—

A finger pressed carefully inside, and a low rumble of approval growled from deep in his chest. A dangerous desire ricocheted deep from within her as his finger eased in and out.

“More.”

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