Page 123 of The Reno
“You should be more specific, then,” he said as he gave a gentle bite to my neck.
“Just concentrate on where you are going. I swear—if you drop me!”
“I won’t drop you,” he said, walking down a long hallway to a bedroom at the end. He kicked open the door and dropped me onto his bed, shifting across me to flip on the lamp beside his bed.
“Can we keep the lights off?” I asked. I rarely had sex in the light. It wasn’t my body image or anything like that. It was more it felt strangely… intimate.
“No fucking chance,” Liam said, his voice gravelly. “I’vefantasised about this too many times. I need to commit the real thing to memory.”
“Liam, I’ve been in this bed a million times,” I said, still baffled.
Liam leaned over me, annoyingly fully clothed.
“Yes, but that was before I knew I was going to get to keep you.”
He cradled my cheeks, then pushed his hands into my hair. Our lips met again, soft at first, then all tongue and teeth, competing for who could make the other moan louder. My hands began to wander first, under his T-shirt, over his abs and his broad back. I pulled at the fabric, and Liam got the message and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
My eyes went wide. I would never get over seeing this guy topless.
Liam chuckled. “You look like a Disney character again.”
I glanced up. Liam was looking way too smug. He knew he had that lived-in physique, built more like a rugby player than a model. You could tell he worked with his body every day. He had strong arms, a wide chest and a trail of dark hair going down into his jeans.
“You keep looking at me like that, and this isn’t going to last very long.” He bit my earlobe. “And I want to drag this out as long as possible.”
His kisses continued down my cleavage. I felt too hot and claustrophobic to be dressed. I pulled my dress over my head and reached for my bra.
“I’ll do it,” Liam said, taking a strap and kissing my shoulder. “Stop rushing me.”
I wanted to complain, but Liam’s expression was… reverent. So, I held back my complaints. He pushed down the bra first, taking a nipple into his mouth, making me arch off the bed. Liam hummed and then moved over to the next. He reached behind me and had my bra off in an instant, even quicker than I’d manage. I didn’t know whether to be jealous or thank the previous women he’d slept with at this point.
He kissed down my stomach.
Gently, he bit at the softness of my hips.
“These have driven me mad, your hips. The way you move them. When you squeeze past me at the house. When you get up to get a drink at the bar.” He nipped and then kissed the other. “I just wanted to grab them. Then I could, but only in private. Now, I’m going to touch you whenever I want.”
“That will scandalise—oh.”
He reached for my underwear, a plain black thong, but he didn’t pull it down like I’d expected. He planted a delicate kiss on me, making me fist his bedcovers.
I lifted my hips. “Stop teasing.”
“It’s only payback, love.” He planted another kiss. “Payback for driving me mad. For making us wait for this.”
The third kiss he gave me had me moaning, and he took mercy on me, pulling the strip of material off me.
“You. Are perfect,” he said before he lowered his mouth onto me, and everything went taut. With each swirl of his tongue, soft and then harder, I wound tighter and higher. At some point, my hands ended up in his dark hair, pulling at each decadent lick.
“Yes. There.” I moaned as he hit the right spot. He focusedthere and sped up just slightly. Just enough to have my hips rising off the bed. I babbled something about being close and glanced down. Liam’s head was down, not looking up at me, just focused on me and me alone—a slight smile on his smug face.
One more second of his tongue sent me over the edge, and I moaned his name as I came hard. Liam lessened his pressure and stroked my thighs as I came back down to earth, panting. I was a mess—the good type. All languid and undone.
I could barely put a sentence together, but I gestured for Liam.
“Come here,” I said. “I need you.”
“We don’t have to do anything else, Kat. I just wanted to do that.”
