Page 49 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
The engine cut off completely, leaving only the sound of the forest rustling around them and Liam’s hurried footsteps as he left the pilot house.
“You’re keeping that damn bathing suit on the whole time.”
Eyes still closed, she smirked. “I was worried you wouldn’t like it. I know orange isn’t your favorite.”
“Orange? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m colorblind at the moment.” His hands wrapped around her ankles, lifting them so her feet rested on the bench.
Her eyes popped open to see him kneeling in front of her—hat turned backward, chest bare in the sunlight, lips parted as he took her in.
“Are you sure you want to do this out here?” he asked, his head already lost between her thighs. A groan left him as he nuzzled her softly, his breath hot against her skin. “Someone could see us.”
Knocking his hat aside, she threaded her fingers through his longer-than-usual hair. Like when they were changing earlier, it was tousled and boyish, a dangerously charming combination. The entire look and attitude made him hard to resist, but she was more than ready to embrace this new non-Bureau Liam with open arms.
And open legs, apparently.
Pushing at her thighs, he spread her further, settling in.
“I don’t mind if someone sees us,” she whispered, her breath catching as he slid the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms aside. “It’s kind of exhilarating.”
His mouth hovered for a beat, and then he pressed a soft, deliberate kiss against her center. “Dirty girl,” he murmured. Another kiss followed, featherlight. “Mydirty girl.”
With the flat of his tongue, he tasted her leisurely, and she nearly came right then. That was the thing with Liam. Sex was always incredible, but the man knew how to give the most divine pleasure with just his tongue. And he enjoyed it.Loved it. He could spend hours with his head nestled right between her thighs, worshipping every inch of her like it was a calling.
The sun glinted off her ring, and she clutched his hair tighter, hips rolling to draw him deeper. He responded with a growl that shot heat straight through her, and somewhere off in the forest, a bird squawked in horror, positively appalled by the carnal scene playing out in its private sanctuary.
Man. Animal. She didn’t care.
Let them all see.
With light suction and steady flicks of his tongue, he easily had her body trembling as she climbed, whimpering from the pleasure building fast and wild.
“Oh no, you don’t.” Liam lifted his head to tug at the strings of his shorts. “We’re doing this together.”
Positively ravenous to have him in her mouth again, she all but fell off the seat. On her knees and gripping his base the second his cock was free, she took him into her mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He let out the most satisfying groan, his head falling back. With one hand knotted in her hair, he met her rhythm, matching the bob of her head with a roughness that made her want more. “God… this mouth.”
She thought about how they must look. Her in a neon thong bathing suit, greedy, on her knees, and getting her mouth properly fucked by a beautiful man.
And Liam. If someone did come across them, she didn’t think he would stop. Too far lost, she honestly thought he would keep right on thrusting, slamming his cock into her throat like nothing else mattered.
The more she pictured the scene, the more crazed with need she became. When she finally pulled back with a deliberate swipe of her tongue, her smile was pure sin. “Ready?”
He didn’t let go of her hair, forcing her head up so she could look at him. “On your back. Brace your arms.”
She crawled onto the cushions, flashing him another wicked grin over her shoulder as she wiggled her ass. “Are you sure you don’t want me like this?”
“I said, on your back.” He gave her a sharp smack, following it with a rough squeeze. “Now.”
Curving her spine, she gave him one last look at her position on all fours, and the muscles in his abdomen shuddered. “Yeah, but I think I might frame this bathing suit.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “It’s a work of art on your body.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she started to say, but the rest of her sentence dissolved into a gasp. For the most part, Liam Cohen was a patient man. Calm, level-headed. He never allowed much to get him riled up.
Except when it came to sex.
In one swift move, he flipped her over. “Are we not in a listening mood today, Jamison?”
“Never.” She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist when he covered her body with his own. “You know, I was worried you wouldn’t like the color…oh, God, who cares.”
