Page 39 of Falling For Liam
After breaking our kiss, he lowers me down his body until I’m on my feet. He looked so in control out in the hallway, but now, stood here in front of me, he looks totally lost.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” he admits and my stomach drops.
“But you said—”
“I know what I said, and that still stands, but I don’t know if I can be what you need.” His eyes break from mine and he glances over at the bed.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m…” His hands rake through his hair as he tries to find the right words. His shirt lifts in the process, exposing just a slither of his tanned, taut skin beneath, and my mouth waters. I go to run a finger along it, my need for him getting the better of me, but he’s faster and his fingers wrap around my wrist before I make contact. “I’m not very good at soft and gentle.”
“Who said that’s what I wanted?”
“It’s what you deserve.”
“Says who?” I stare him dead in the eye, trying to show him just how serious I am. Daring him to make a move. I’m not blind; I knew Liam wasn’t the soft and gentle type. He’s too demanding and possessive to take a backseat in the bedroom.
Lifting my arms, I grasp at the tie around my waist that’s holding the top of my playsuit together, ready to up the stakes, but his growl stops me immediately.
“Don’t.” His voice is deep, rough and totally in control.
My fingers let go of the fabric and my hands fall back to my sides.
He stalks towards me, eyes dark and dilated, lips parted, chest heaving. Something inside me tells me I should be scared. I’ve been the prey in someone else’s games before, but this is very, very different.
Right now, I have no desire to run, to be the one to take charge of the situation. Instead, every inch of me is screaming to submit and allow myself to be swept away. It’s what I’ve wanted since the first moment I saw him, after all. It just feels like it’s taken us an age to get here.
My body trembles as he continues to stare at me, daring me to tell him it’s too much, that he’s pushing me too far. I think he’s underestimated me. Hell, I think I may have been underestimating myself with my pathetic, boring life. This. This right here, right now, is what I want.
What I need.
Liam
As much as I don’t want her to turn me away, I’m almost begging her to do just that. I’m not what she needs, I’m sure of it, but the longer I stand here, the more she dares me to make a move. I’m not sure she knows what she’s asking for.
I give her two seconds before I’m on her. My lips meet hers and I secure her wrists behind her back with one hand as I walk us backwards. When we hit the wall, I lift her arms and pin them together above her head.
Pulling back, I look down at her. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen and her chest heaving for breath. Fucking perfect.
Finding her lips once more, I hike her leg up around my hip and grind my hardness against her, needing her to know exactly what she does to me.
I kiss her until I’m breathless, my lungs scream for oxygen and I’m forced to stop. Releasing her lips, I kiss along her jaw then down her neck. Kissing, nipping and licking at every bit of skin I can. My hand slides up from her thigh, over her slim waist and up to her breast. She moans and her head falls back against the wall with a thud as I squeeze.
“Fuck, Liam,” she breathes. The control I’m fighting so hard to keep almost snaps at hearing her moan my name.
After allowing myself two seconds to compose myself, I release her hands and take a step back. Her wide eyes find mine. She thinks I’m stopping.
No. Fucking. Chance.
“I need more of you,” I say, going to the little knot of fabric around her waist that’s been driving me crazy all night. The knowledge that when, if, the time came, I’d get to unwrap her like a fucking Christmas present, was testing my fucking sanity.
“Oh,” passes her parted lips as she watches my fingers make light work of the knot keeping the fabric on her.
I unwrap the strap from around her waist before pulling it from her shoulders. It flutters down, exposing her full breasts to me. Tearing my eyes away, I look up to find her biting down on her bottom lip, looking unsure of herself.
My hands move before I realise, and I have her chin in my grasp. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Don’t ever be embarrassed by your body. Ever. Got it?”
She just about manages to nod. I expect her to question me, to say something about my actions, but instead she stands there, waiting for my next move. When it takes me a second to gather myself, I’m gobsmacked that she pushes her tits forward in invitation.
