Page 53 of Harboring Secrets
Liam yelped and made me regret my actions by smacking my ass. I cried out, even though the pain quickly faded. It had shocked me more than anything. Liam carried me into the bedroom and flipped me over, dropping me on the mattress. I looked up at him and watched his chest heave from exertion and emotion. Slowly, he stripped off his shirt. I watched, frozen, struck dumb by the heat in his gaze.
Unable to look away, I watched him pop the button of his pants open and pull his fly down. Then he kneeled on the bed and crawled toward me, blanketing me, caging me in underneath him.
“Where I go, you go.” Liam repeated, his voice practically a growl. “I let you go once. Never again.”
“Swear it.” I wrapped my arms around him, splayed my hands on his back, and pulled him closer. I let him slot himself between my legs. The way my cock was suddenly hard and horribly trapped in my jeans made me wish he had stripped me bare. It felt cruel to leave so many layers between us.
“Cross my heart.” Liam kissed me. Softly; he licked his way into my mouth and took my breath away. I could feel his love in the way he kissed me. The way it felt like every atom in his body was reaching for me, wanting to touch me and be inside me. Part of me.
Our kiss evolved from gentle to ferocious passion. Teeth clacked. Liam’s fingers found my hair and tugged. I gasped at the spark of sensation that lit my scalp up like a firework. My body arched into his, seeking more. Begging. Wanting. We’d barely started and already I was a wreck of lust, leaking in my underwear and moaning into his mouth.
Liam broke the kiss and tugged my shirt up. I raised my arms so he could get it off me and sighed in relief when he tossed it aside.
“Hey,” he whispered, glancing out the window. “You were right.”
I turned my head to see what he was talking about. A dark gray cloud had rolled in and big fat snowflakes drifted down. My fingers twitched, wanting a pen. If I had a postcard, I’d write,Today it snowed. And it was perfect.
Chapter 26
Liam
Ihadn’tbotheredturningthe light on when I carried Brodie into the room, and when the dark cloud rolled in, it brought snow with it. Brodie looked at it through his wall of windows, his eyes softening at the sight.
With his head turned, he gave me access to his throat. I swooped in and kissed his jaw, then down lower, over his pulse. My eyes shut and I drank in every raspy breath he took. Not removing our pants was a glaring oversight, but I wanted to drag this out and it would be over all too soon if I got naked.
Brodie was meant to be cherished. He was a gift from the universe and my throat closed when I thought of how I’d nearly squandered it. If I had to, I would spend the rest of my life making it up to him.
Brodie’s head turned and he captured my mouth in a searing kiss. We were all tongue and breath and want. His hands slid down my sides, carving trails of heat on my skin. Then he was shoving my pants down exposing my ass. His touch grew more hesitant the closer he got to my crease.
“It’s okay,” I told him, breathing heavily, rocking my erection against his.
“Can we flip tonight?”
I pulled back and smiled down at him, hoping how feral he made me showed in my grin. “You want to have your cake and eat it too? That can be arranged.”
Our next kiss was softer, slower. He let me lead it. Every little sound he made had my cock twitching. I wasn’t sure which way I wanted it first, but I knew I wanted my mouth on him.
His throat was flushed and hot under my mouth. I kissed my way down his body, stopping at his clavicles to trace them with my tongue. Brodie writhed and gasped underneath me. Every so often his fingers ran through my hair and I trembled at the loving touch.
Sex with Brodie had always been explosive. Fun. Equal parts tender and exciting. But tonight there was an extra layer in there underneath the surface, a deep, unrelenting affection blooming. Everything I felt for him poured into every kiss. Every touch. I flayed myself open and gave my all to him, and when our eyes met, I knew he was going through something similarly profound.
I kissed lower, earning a laugh when I got too near his ticklish belly button.
“Sorry, I forgot,” I lied, but he didn’t call me out on it. His fingers merely raked through my hair again, scratching my scalp in a way that drove me wild. I wanted him to scratch me all over, mark me as his. But all in due time. Right now I wanted—needed—to get my mouth on him.
I popped the button of his jeans and he braced himself on his elbows, lifting his hips, allowing me to tug his pants down to mid-thigh, taking his tight briefs with them. His cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. I looked up at him and grinned.
“Someone’s eager.”
Brodie huffed out a laugh and flopped down. “Someone has been teasing me.”
Leaning in, I skimmed my nose up along the crease where his thigh joined his body. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, letting my breath ghost over his flesh.
Brodie laughed again, but it choked off when I flicked my tongue against the head of his cock. I did it again, just to watch his cock twitch, seeking out the warmth of my mouth.
“Remember, turnabout is fair play,” Brodie warned as if I would mind being teased and tormented by him.
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”
