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Chapter Twenty
Liam
With every breath,her parted lips beckon me closer. I can feel the heat radiating off of her body, inviting me to explore not just with my hands but also with my mouth and body. Slowly, I brush my lips against hers, savoring the anticipation of what is to come. But the burning needinside me takes over, and I deepen the kiss with an urgency that cannot be contained.
Audrey’s soft whimper only fuels my possessive hunger for her. I pull her closer, eliminating any space between our bodies as I devour her mouth with fervent desperation. The taste of strawberries and sin on her lips only adds to the addiction I have for her. I’m instantly addicted as I ravage her mouth in a frenzy.
“Liam . . .” Audrey murmurs breathlessly when we briefly part for air. Her eyes are heavy-lidded with want, piercing me with a molten gaze that inflames my desire. She makes me undeniably greedy, craving more.
The raw hunger in her voice sends a jolt of pure lust straight to my groin. I crush my lips back onto hers, kissing her with unbridled passion. My hands roam down the curve of her back to grip her hips, pulling her flush against me.
How did I get so lucky? Audrey isn’t just gorgeous on the outside—she’s smart, compassionate and loyal. I want her so fucking bad in so many ways.
If I could, I would tattoo her into my soul—brand her on my skin.
Our kisses grow hungrier, more frantic. My hands roam down her curves as if committingevery inch to memory. She arches into me with a soft moan that reverberates through my body.
I’m consumed by an animalistic need to claim her, to make her mine in every way. But a nagging voice whispers that I’m moving too fast. Audrey deserves to be cherished, not devoured in a heated frenzy.
I tear my mouth from hers, panting. “We should slow down.”
Confusion clouds her features. “But I want this, Liam. I want you. Raw and rough.”
Those last three words are my undoing. I crush her against me, crashing my lips onto hers in a searing kiss. To hell with taking it slow—I can’t resist her anymore.
She gasps at the undeniable evidence of my arousal pressing into her softness. “Is this because of me, Cohen?”
Emboldened by her reaction, I trail scorching kisses along her jawline down to the sensitive spot below her ear. “All for you, baby.”
Audrey’s fingers clutch at my shoulders as she lets out a breathy moan. The sound pulsates through me, stoking the flames of my passion.
“You’ve been driving me crazy since the moment I saw you at the airport, Audrey,” I rasp against her skin. “I wanted you so badly it hurt. And now . . . I want you so much more. I want toconsume you, to fucking own you—baby, let me possess you.”
She pulls back slightly to gaze up at me with molten eyes. “Then take me, Liam. I’m yours. Brand me, fuck me—do whatever you want with me, please do it.”
Her words act like a match to the fuel that’s been accumulating for the past few days. The last of my restraint disintegrates into ash. I capture her lips in another searing kiss, backing her up until her body is pinned between me and the wall.
My hands hungrily explore the warm silk of her skin underneath her thin blouse. I’m achingly hard and throbbing, a scorching brand against her belly. Rational thought has fled, leaving only an inescapable carnal need to make this woman mine.
Only mine.
Her fingers thread through my hair, nails scraping deliciously against my scalp. The trembling tension in her body mirrors my growing desire. We’re two live wires, sparking and sizzling where our overheated skin meets.
My hand glides down the gentle curve of her waist, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my touch. I pass the elastic of her shorts, pressing against my palm as I grip her hip, dragging her closer to me and pulling her core against the hard ridge of my arousal.
With just a light trace of my finger along theedge of her panties, I slip my hand inside feeling her wetness. I dip in and gather some to rub gently on her clit. Audrey arches into me with a breathy cry, surrendering herself completely. She throws her head back in abandon, reveling in the pleasure that I am giving her.
I latch onto the exposed column of her throat, worshiping the rapid flutter of her pulse with lips, teeth, and tongue. She whimpers softly, body quivering, and the sweet sound shatters what little restraint remains.
Her fingernails dig into my back as our kiss deepens. Audrey’s lips are insistent, demanding more from me. Every brush of her tongue against mine sends jolts of pleasure through my body.
I slide my hands down her curves, pulling her hips flush against mine again. She gasps at the contact, the sound vibrating between us. My name escapes her lips in a breathy whisper. “Liam . . .”
Hearing her say my name with such longing sparks a primal hunger within me. The taste of her skin is intoxicating.
“Liam, I need you,” Audrey pleads, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Make this ache go away.”
