Page 58 of All the Gossip from Paris
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The following morning
Sophie cracked open a sleepy eye. No, she hadn’t been dreaming. Liam was in her bed. That thought had her opening the other eye, and fully taking in the sight of him as he slept. He really was a handsome man, his numerous tattoos only adding to his allure.
It would be so easy to get used to waking up next to him.
Liam stirred from sleep. “Good morning. Or rather should I say Joyeux réveillon de Noël.”
His French was terrible, but she couldn’t fault him for trying. He’d shown her his language app last night, and it currently stood at a twenty day practice streak. He could now ask a stranger the way to the train station.
“I can’t believe it’s almost Christmas. I’m not used to being in Paris at this time of the year,” she replied.
Warm arms wrapped around her. Sophie snuggled into Liam’s embrace and gave a happy sigh. She had enjoyed a well sated sleep. The things this man could do to pleasure a woman were incredible.
“What do you normally do on Christmas Eve?” he asked.
“I usually greet the sunrise sitting on the beach, sipping a cocktail. The Royal family shares a huge seafood banquet late in the evening. We exchange gifts and get pretty drunk. Then we tend to sleep though most of Christmas Day.”
“Sounds fantastic. Last year I was in Australia. It was weird to be in a t-shirt and shorts on Christmas morning. But it was much better than digging my dad’s car out from under six feet of snow.”
Wriggling out of Liam’s embrace, Sophie rolled over onto her stomach. “You should come to the island next Christmas. Hang out with the extended family. You’re an honorary Royal now.”
He kissed her softly on the lips. “I shall put it in my diary.”
The ornate antique clock on the mantelpiece softly chimed nine o’clock. When Liam glanced up at it, Sophie laughed. “Do not judge me for my taste in furnishings. My clock might be ugly, but it’s an original seventeenth century Boulle.”
“No one could judge you for your taste Sophie. It is impeccable.”
“Hmm,” she replied, not sure as to whether she was comfortable in accepting the compliment. Compliments were rarely handed out in her family home.
“Speaking of taste, we’d better get up soon. We have a yule log to make this morning. Preparing the ganache and then decorating the cake, will take a few hours,” said Sophie, licking her lips.
She went to rise from the bed, but in one deft move Liam had her flipped onto her back. He climbed on top, pinning her to the mattress. Sophie let out a squeal.
He ignored her protests. “Your clock is magnificent; it tells the time perfectly. Which means we have the whole day to get the cake made before we head into the village tonight.” He nuzzled against her neck. “You can’t lick your lips like that and then expect me to do nothing about it.”
She suffered his kisses, then paid him back twofold with her own. Any plans she might have had for heading into the shower quickly evaporated.
Liam lifted her sleep tee and dragged it over her head. “I think this one needs licking for a start,” said Liam as his gaze settled on one of her breasts. “Then the other one should get some attention. After that I might work my way down your belly to the top of your legs and see what other things I can taste.”
Sophie’s clit pulsed with anticipation. Last night Liam had teased her swollen bud to the point where she’d thought she might go mad. And when he’d slid his cock inside her and the first rub of his piercing had hit her g-spot, she’d begged him to fuck her hard and deep.
“I want to feel your piercing with my tongue,” she said.
Liam bit her nipple gently, then licked over the pained bud. “You can do that, but maybe later. Lie back for me now. I need to hear you scream my name when I make you come the first time this morning.”
As his mouth closed over her hardened nipple Sophie spread her legs. The moment Liam’s thumb pressed into the opening of her sex, she gave up the fight, and let her wicked man have his way.
He stroked her deep, flicking the edge of his thumb over her clit. Sophie’s back arched.
“Liam,” she breathed. “I need you inside me. Please.”
“I want you to come on my tongue.”
No. Not this time. She was prepared to beg if she had to, anything to have him ride her like he’d done last night.
“I promise, I will let you do whatever you want to me in the middle of the ballroom. But I need your cock.”
