Page 43 of Knot Really Engaged
With skilled fingers, he helps me unfasten myseat belt and we make our way to the room at the end of the plane. The anticipation is palpable as he closes the door behind us and pushes me against it. Our mouths find each other eagerly, tongues twirling and dancing as we explore each other’s depths.
Liam’s lips leave mine, trailing along my jawline and down my neck. I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he pulls my dress up, exposing more of my body. In a frenzy, I strip off his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
“God, you’re already so wet,” Liam growls as he slides my panties down and shoves them into his jeans pocket. He easily lowers the straps of my dress, baring me completely to him. The fabric falls to the ground at our feet.
He captures one of my aching nipples between his lips, nibbling and sucking with just the right amount of pressure. A low moan escapes me as the throbbing need in my core grows hotter with every skilled movement of his mouth.
Liam’s eyes blaze with primal desire, spurring me on. I tug frantically at his belt, finally unbuckling it before flicking open the button and dragging down his zipper. This time I don’t just want his wicked mouth—I crave him buried deep inside me.
To my surprise, he’s not wearing any underwear. His thick length springs free, flushed, andpulsing with arousal. I wrap my hand around the veiny, velvety steel, stroking him firmly. A guttural groan rumbles in his chest as I brush the pad of my thumb over the weeping tip.
He hisses sharply as I squeeze his rigid length. Then Liam’s hand delves between my thighs, his calloused fingers finding my molten core. I whimper at the first stroke over my sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure zinging through me.
“So wet for me, baby,” he rasps against my lips, swallowing my moans with his wicked mouth.
I grip his broad shoulders as he continues to lazily circle my throbbing bud, teasing me mercilessly. The slow buildup has my hips shamelessly chasing his touch, desperate for more friction. When he finally sinks two thick digits inside my clenching channel, I cry out at the delicious fullness.
“Yes . . . oh God, Liam. Fuck me.”
He starts pumping them in a torturously languid rhythm, curling them to massage that magic spot that has my vision whiting out from sheer bliss. I rake my nails down his back, drunk on the sensations he’s evoking with just his talented hands.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, that sinful mouth curving into a wicked grin against thehollow of my throat. “Tell me how badly you need me.”
All I can do is keen shamelessly as he ups the tempo, his thumb joining the sweet torment to swipe over my throbbing pearl. The room fills with my frantic whimpers and the depraved sounds of his fingers thrusting over and over into my soaked heat. I’m rapidly hurtling toward ecstasy.
“Please, Liam,” I beg breathlessly. “I need you inside me now. I can’t wait any longer for you to fuck me.”
Liam’s eyes darken with lust as he watches me writhe and beg. Without a word, he pulls his fingers from my weeping heat. He rolls a condom over his hard cock before gripping my hips, lifting me up to straddle him—my core throbs with anticipation as I align myself over his rock-hard length.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he orders. And with a sharp thrust of his hips, Liam sinks deep inside me, filling me. We both groan at the sensation, lost in the pleasure of our bodies joining in perfect harmony. I wrap my arms around his neck and ride him feverishly, desperate for release.
He meets every one of my thrusts with one of his own, driving us both closer and closer to the edge. Our moans fill the room as we chase that elusive peak together.
“Liam . . . Yes . . .” I cry out as he hits that spotdeep inside me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through my entire body.
“Scream for me, baby,” he grunts, gripping my hips tighter and increasing the pace.
I can feel the coil in my stomach tightening with each thrust until it snaps tightly. Waves of intense pleasure crash over me as I shatter into a million pieces, crying out Liam’s name over and over again.
He follows soon after with a guttural groan. We cling to each other as our bodies come down from their high, breathless and sated.
Liam takes a seat on the bed, settling me onto his lap so we’re chest to chest. We stay like that for a long time, simply enjoying the closeness and intimacy of being intertwined in each other’s arms.
Finally breaking the silence, Liam brushes a lock of hair away from my face and murmurs against my lips, “You’re fucking amazing, Audrey.”
Somehow those words feel enough, but not what he really wants to say. I don’t want to make this awkward or have a heart to heart.
That’s when I decide to pin that for later and I just smile softly at him before capturing his lips in another tender kiss. Pulling back slightly, I whisper, “You’re amazing too, Lee.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Audrey
As we touchdown in New York, I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement and apprehension. The landing strip is exclusive to the security company. Waiting for us on the runway is a sleek black car, the driver standing at attention like a soldier.
“No limo?” I tease Liamas we approach the car.
“Did you want one?” He flashes me a playful grin.
