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“Charley,” he whispers, “if we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I’m good with that, Liam.”
“You say that now”—he cups my nape and claims my mouth in a fierce kiss, sending lightning bolts of wild desire through my system—“but you don’t know what you’re asking for. I’m not the same. I can’t promise to be gentle.”
I tug my arm against his grip, unable to free myself. I want to be closer. Want him to touch every inch of my skin, to lose myself in his touch.
He nips at my bottom lip as he brings his body flush to mine. “I missed you so fuckin’ much.”
I groan as he thrusts against my core, seeking friction. He hitches my leg around his hip and slides his hand up my thigh, so close to where my aching body needs him desperately.
“You smell so good, sweet Charley. I can’t wait to have you on my tongue.”
His hand moves higher, and his fingertips find the edge of my panties. I’m at his mercy. I want to beg him to take me right here against the wall in the middle of the afternoon.
Liam drops to his knees and runs his hands slowly up my leg, ankle to knee to thigh, yanking my pants down in a swift move. He ghosts his nose over my pussy and inhales. “Fuck.”
My hips buck as he glides his finger along my slit before sliding into me.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I pant as I gaze down at him.
His lips turn up into an arrogant smile. “That’s good, sweetheart. Now I’m gonna make you beg.”
CHAPTER 7
Liam
I’m being an asshole.
I know it.
She knows it.
But I’m her asshole.
I probably should’ve let her know that I developed some questionable tastes while she was gone. Such as the impulse to playfully discipline her for abandoning me. It’s a thought that dances in the back of my mind, a flicker of something darker, more possessive. This isn’t a punishment, not exactly. More like a… stress reliever.
Besides, Charley should know what she’s in for. I’m no longer that soft, bumbling idiot who didn't know what he was doing.
The last time we had sex, I was naïve and unaware. I’m sure I considered myself an unforgettable lover, but those were thethoughts of a deluded teen. My skills were more of a clumsy dance of tentative touches and whispered promises.
Time has taught me well, and I plan to unleash all my sexual wisdom on the only girl I’ve ever loved.
I watch her face intently. The light reflects in her intense eyes as they bore into mine, and a ghost of a smile touches her lips.
“My, what things are you into, Liam Evans?”
I snake my free hand around her throat, feeling the thrum of her pulse beneath my palm. “Things I think you’ll find both disturbing and exhilarating. If you care to find out, do as you’re told and beg.”
“What if I don’t want to? What if I’d rather you bent me over and turned my ass red for not following your orders?”
Oh, the little brat. “Are you challenging me, Charley? Trying to get me to do what you want instead of what I demand? Do you think I’m still that pathetic, lovesick little boy?”
I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb. A jolt of satisfaction courses through me as she arches her back and lifts her hips, desperate for more friction.
“You think I’ll break so easily? Nah, baby, I’m not built like that. You see, sweetheart, when you left me and my life spun out of control, I had to find a way to rein it back in.”
