Page 47 of Silent Girl

“I… I want this. I want you. What I don’t want is for you to get hurt because of me.”

“I’m not gonna get hurt, babe.”

“You will,” she says so assuredly.

I don’t respond. If that’s the only thing holding her back, fear, then I can overcome that for her. Hopefully.

I lead Aliyah into my bedroom and close the door behind me. I walk to the bed, stopping next to it. Then I wrap a hand around her throat and tilt her face upwards, bringing my lips within an inch of hers. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to make you come harder than you ever have before.”

“I want this.” Her words are a whisper, but I hear them loud and clear. They’re the green light I’ve been waiting for.

I slam my lips onto hers and my tongue delves into her mouth as I push her back down onto the bed, before covering her body with mine. My hands roam up and down her curves. Fuck, she’s got a body worth fighting for. The kind men have started wars over.

I groan as I grind my cock between her open thighs. My palm slides up her torso, under her pathetic excuse for a shirt, and cups her breast. My fingers tweak her nipple, twisting, pulling. Her body arches up off the bed and into me. Her hands are going crazy, ripping at my shirt and yanking it upwards. I push up on my knees and bring my shirt over my head.

Her eyes are hungry, greedy, as they run along the length of my body. Then her eyebrows draw down. “Did you get hurt?” she asks, gently running her fingertips over the new bruise forming on my ribs.

“No, I’m fine. I’m a hockey player, babe. It comes with the territory,” I tell her.

She nods her head but continues to look at the bruise. Grabbing her chin in one hand, I force her to look at my face instead. “I’m fine,” I tell her again before dropping my arm, fisting the material of her shirt, and tearing it right down the middle. I don’t need her wearing that again anyway. Aliyah’s breasts fall out of the fabric—full, firm breasts that overspill the palms of my hands. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the day I met you.”

Leaning down, I take one of her breasts in my mouth, sucking, licking, biting on the skin there while I massage and tweak the other one with my free hand. Aliyah is squirming under me, letting out quiet little moans. It’s not enough. I want her fucking screaming so loud the whole building hears her, knows I’m the one giving her pleasure.

I kiss my way over to her other breast and lavish it with the same attention. Not for long though. Because my mouth has somewhere else it’d like to be. I continue to kiss a trail along her flat stomach, twirling my tongue inside her belly button, making her both squirm and laugh. Which brings a smile to my face.

Then I sit up and grab the top of her panties. Sliding the lacy material down her legs, I bring them to my face and inhale her scent. It’s fucking amazing. Aliyah watches on, silently, as I spread her legs wide open for me.

“I’m keeping these,” I tell her, throwing her underwear over my shoulder.

As much as I want to take my time and ravish her body, I can’t. I feel like a starved man who hasn’t seen water in days. I bury my face into her mound, and my tongue swipes right up the middle of her wet slit before circling around her hard little bud. I groan as her taste explodes on my tongue.

“Fucking delicious. I knew you’d taste as sweet as you looked,” I say, then quickly dip my tongue into her hole, licking up as much of her as I can get. My fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs as I hold her legs down and in place, keeping her pussy spread wide.

I move my tongue back up to her clit, flattening it out. Aliyah’s hips lift off the bed as she grinds into my face harder. Her hands grasp my head, holding me down.

Like I was ever planning on leaving this slice of heaven…

It only takes another minute before I feel her legs tremble and freeze up. Her body jerks as she calls out my fucking name, her juices coating my tongue. The sounds of Aliyah coming apart for me, under me… Fuck, I’ve never heard anything more fucking amazing, and I can’t wait to hear it again.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Imust be dreaming. I fell asleep in my bed, back in my own apartment, and I’m likely to wake up soon. Because this… this orgasm that just teared through me cannot be real. It felt real, but way too intense and insane to be anything other than a fantasy.

I mean, I’ve experienced orgasms before. Never anything on this level, though. And that was just his tongue. Jeez, what the hell would his cock do to me if that’s the kind of pleasure he can give with his mouth? His very talented mouth.

My body feels like it’s floating, little aftershocks of pleasure rocking through me. I open my eyes to find Liam staring down at me, his own full of lust and need. And so blue. Much bluer than I remember. It’s a lot to have that look directed at me.

“You doin’ okay there, princess?” he asks with a knowing, cocky-as-hell grin on his face.

I nod. “Ah, uh-huh, I’m just waiting to wake up,” I admit.

“Wake up?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Yeah, this is a dream, right?”

“You’re a fucking dream. Your body is a fucking dream. But this, you and me, it’s as real as it’s ever been.”

I blink up at him. How does this man just come up with these lines? Does he say this shit to every woman who ends up in his bed?

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