Page 75 of Torched

“Where are we going?”

I ignore her question, leading her down the path between the palm trees. We walk over the soft sand, toward the greenhouse that’s hidden between the trees. The team has been using it as a way to talk strategy in private since we got here, but now it’s empty except for the two guards holding the place down.

“I didn’t know there was a greenhouse,” Gen muses.

“Take a hike, but stay close.” I give the two men a small nod, and they disappear into the bushes when I open the door. The air inside is humid, the heat dampening your skin as soon as you enter.

I leave the lights off, deciding the glow of the moon shining through the glass ceiling is more than enough when I notice it illuminating Gen’s soft blonde hair. Her blue eyes have replaced their fatigue with a glint that dances around like fireflies.

“What are we doing?”

Grabbing her hips, I turn her around so I can walk her backward until her ass hits the workbench and I lift her onto the edge. “What do you think we’re doing, baby?”

I dive my nose into her hair, sucking up her cherry flavor. Today I was more than content just knowing she was close after needing to let her go this morning. It killed me to see her drive away and register the pain in her eyes, but I knew I had to do it. I knew I needed to have one less person to worry about because it was the only way I would’ve been able to get out of there. But it tore me apart, not knowing if she made it out. My heart started beating automatically, instead of the vivid thump it has when she’s around, and it didn’t spark back to life until she was in my arms again. That was enough for the rest of the day. To just hold her. But not anymore.

“You’re showing me your talent for gardening?”

My mouth connects with her neck, and she arches it to give me better access. “I have more of a talent for planting seeds.”

“Oh, my God, Liam. That’s so fucking cheesy.”

“It’s true, and I can’t wait to dump my seed inside of you right now.”

With a laugh, her body melts into mine, whatever resolve she had gone as she rubs her entire body against me. I feel how her fingers move up and down my back, the sensation shutting my eyes. All my nerves go on high alert, a primal need of desire owning me more with every touch. Every soft stroke. She lifts the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, before I do the same with hers. Baby blue lace covers her puckered nipples, taunting me through the thin fabric.

She licks her lips when her gaze falls to my chest, yanking me toward her. The heat of her body vibrates a moan from my throat, and I slide my hand into her hair to direct her lips to mine. “I’m addicted to you, Imogen Payne. From that first moment in Havana, you made me a fucking junky.” I swipe my tongue over her lips as she starts to push down my sweats. “No one can ever compete with you.” Disconnecting our lips, I press my forehead against hers. She stares at me with a haunting look, then runs her tongue flat against her palm. “Gen,” I grunt with closed eyes.

She shushes me, wrapping her wet hand over my throbbing length with a tight grip. My mind is confiscated of all thoughts when she moves her hand up and down in a teasing motion. It’s so easy to get lost in this girl, to fall into a deep pool of desire with her. But I need to get this off my chest. Need her to understand.

I fist her hair, forcefully tilting her head. She stares back at me with parted lips, her breaths shallow as she never stops stroking my cock, which makes focusing on what I want to say that much harder.

“You are all I want, do you hear me?”

She replies with a moan, and my hips jerk when her palm covers the tip of my leaking cock before she slowly slides it back to my balls.

“Goddamnit,” I mutter through a groan. “Do you hear me, baby?”

“Yes, I hear you.” She nods with an innocent look, but it’s quickly replaced by mischief. “Now, fuck me, Liam.Ownme.”

She keeps flicking the tip of my cock against her wet center, her lips parting more with each circling stroke. “I feel so used,” I joke.

“You love it.”

“Fuck, how can I not, Blondie?”

I nibble her neck, enjoying her fingertips as they alternate between pleasuring me and strategically pleasing herself like I’m her personal vibrator. Her plea makes me feral, and I take a step back, my boxers hanging on my thighs, my sweats pooling around my ankles. “Get naked,” I order, having every intention of enjoying the show. “Let me see that sweetness dripping from your cunt and down your pretty thighs. Show me how hard your nipples are.”

A wolfish grin expands her pretty face as she runs her tongue along her teeth, biting her lip. Her hands disappear behind her back before she tosses her bra at me with a fling of her wrist. I catch it, never letting her eyes fall from my sight as I throw it over my shoulder. She lets her feet fall to the floor, then strips down to her panties.

Her denim shorts sit around her ankles, and she kicks them toward my face with a grace that makes it hard to hold back a chuckle. She’s fully going for it when her hips move from left to right with a sensuality I’ve only seen from strippers, bringing a ton of ideas into my head.

Man, I’d love to see her sliding down a pole one day.

“Are you wet for me?” I lick my lips at the sight of her perfect pussy as she pushes the lace down her hips. She nods like a naughty schoolgirl, making my cock throb for the feel of her. I gawk at her standing before completely naked, my eyes moving up and down her body, ready for it to be my hands.

“Are you wet for me, Blondie?” I repeat.

“I’ve been wet for you since the first day we met.”

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