The way Liam kisses me is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. The dominance pouring from him demands I give in – that I hand everything I am over to him so he can own me.
His mouth is so hot on mine, the friction causing my lips to tingle. His tongue tastes every inch of my mouth, his breaths becoming the very air I breathe.
It makes me delirious with need.
Lifting on my toes, I press as close to him as possible. He removes a hand from my face, only to take hold of my hip.
He wants me. This man wants me.
Dad warned me this would happen, and now that it has, I can’t say I mind. I want to be with Liam. To get to know all of him.
“Jesus, Kiara,” he groans into my mouth, then his tongue lashes at mine, stealing the air right from my lungs. I move my hands up to his neck, the feel of his warm skin soaking into my fingertips.
The kiss is so intense fireworks explode in my chest.
Oh. God.
He tastes like wine and everything sinful. My mind clouds with desire, every breath I take filled with his aftershave.
His other hand wraps around the back of my neck, the one on my hip tightening its hold on me. Our lips knead, our tongues dancing, then his teeth tug at my bottom lip, and I can’t stop a moan from escaping.
Liam’s body pushes harder against mine. I feel the bulge of his erection pressing to my stomach, his hand moving from my hip and slipping beneath my shirt. His fingers instantly set my skin on fire as they hungrily brush up my side.
A needy moan escapes me.
With an impatient growl, Liam grips hold of my hips, and I’m lifted against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, and it has him thrusting against the heat between my legs.
The kiss breaks, and as he thrusts again, he moves his hands up to frame my face, his eyes burning on me like the blue part of a flame. The hottest part.
God, this is intense. And so good.
The stark expression on his face looks like he’s about to devour me. My abdomen clenches hard, my skin anticipating his touch, my body eager for his.
Instead of bringing his mouth to mine, hot kisses burn down my neck. My head falls back, my demand that we take it slow nowhere to be found.
When his palm covers my breast, I moan again, this time rubbing myself against his hard length when he thrusts up.
God. This man.
He lets out another impatient growl, and yanking my shirt up, my back arches as his mouth closes around my nipple.
Instantly, I’m doused in ice, worried that he will see the bite marks Finn left behind. They’re healing slower than the ones on my face. Lowering my legs, I grab hold of my shirt and cover myself while slumping back against the wall. My breaths burst over my lips.
This is why I wanted to wait. I don’t want him seeing the marks.
Liam takes a step back, shaking his head as if he’s struggling to regain control. “Fuck.” His chest rises and falls with the deep breaths he’s taking. Slowly the hunger drains from his face. “Right. You said slow.” His eyes scan my face. “Did I fuck up?”
I shake my head. “I just need time before we get to that.” Time for the bruises on my chest to go away.
Liam must read something on my face because his features instantly fill with worry. “I’m an asshole.” Stepping closer, he wraps his arms around me, letting out a deep sigh. “Of course, you need time.” He presses a kiss to my hair, then he admits, “It feels good to hold you.”
“It feels good being held by you,” I whisper as I burrow closer to his chest. Closing my eyes, my mind is inundated with everything he said and what it means.
Part of me feels everything is happening fast, but then there’s a part that already knows this is the man for me. Like he said, it’s as if he’s my other half. Before losing control with the kiss, he knew exactly what I needed without me having to ask.
Like he already knows me inside out.
Lifting my head, I look up at him for a moment before pushing myself up on my toes and pressing a soft kiss to his mouth.
Holy crap, I’m dating Liam Byrne.
A hot grin spreads over his face. “Again.”
I give him another quick kiss, then extract myself from his arms. “I need my daily dose of diabetes.” Like pronto.
Following me to the stairs, he chuckles. “Donuts it is.”
While Liam tells Paul to make a run for donuts, I curl up on the couch, my eyes finding the view beyond the windows.
Liam grabs the remote from the TV stand, then comes to sit next to me. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he tugs me closer until I’m leaning against him.
“Mind if I catch up on the news?” he asks.
“Not at all.” I snuggle into him, closing my eyes.
I hear the presenter giving the daily updates of what’s happening around the world but don’t pay attention to any of it.
Taking a deep breath, I inhale Liam’s scent, then I start to wonder what would’ve happened if I didn’t stop him. “I’m curious.”
His body shakes with silent laughter. “Aren’t you always?” I can feel him looking at me. “What’s the question?”
I sit up a bit straighter so I can meet his eyes. “How does sex with you work?” That doesn’t sound weird at all. “I mean, with the no touching and all.”
He looks at me for a moment, probably thinking about how to answer my question. “It’s usually clinical.” Shrugging, he adds, “I never undress.”
My eyebrows lift. “You do the deed fully dressed?”
Chuckling at me, he nods. “Only one body part is needed to get the job done.”
“God, you make it sound like a chore.”
“That’s because it was.” With his arm still around my shoulders, he tugs me against him and lowers his head until his breath fans over my ear. “But make no mistake, Kiara. When the time comes, I’m going to enjoy stripping you naked, so I can feel every inch of you pressed against me while I sink deep into you.”
Holy shit.
Heat floods my body, my abdomen tightening from his hungry words. My eyes lower to his lap, and seeing the proof of his desire, hard and long beneath the sweatpants, my eyebrow darts up again.
He’s big.
Damn the bruises for not fading faster.
I shift to create some friction between my legs.
His teeth nip at my earlobe, intense tingles spreading over my body. “I’m going to feast on your skin, sucking on your nipples until you’re begging me to take you.”
A strangled moan escapes me.
Liam pulls me closer, and positioning me on his lap, so I’m straddling him, I feel his hard length between my legs.
God, it’s insane. I want to ride him until I come.
His hands rest on my hips, his eyes burning on me. “And you will beg.”
It takes all my strength to not grind down on him. My lips part, my breaths coming faster.
Good God, I want him something fierce.
His lashes lower until he looks downright predatory and ready to fuck me senseless.
Screw what I said about needing time. This feels so good.
Unable to control my body, I push down on his erection, the relief instant.
So so good.
Shaking his head, he asks, “Why are you holding back?” The dominance pours off him, demanding I submit. “Take what you want, Kiara.”
God.
My eyes search his, wondering how I’m ever going to be able to stand my ground around him.
His grip on my hips tightens, then he thrusts against my aching core. The mixture of pleasure and relief is so intense, my eyes drift shut.
I hear the elevator doors open, and my eyes snap open. Before I can move off Liam, his arm shoots around me to keep me in place, and he growls, “Don’t you dare fucking move.” Then he barks at Paul. “Just set the box down.”
Stuck on Liam’s lap, I listen until the elevator doors shut again. Liam’s eyes take mine prisoner with burning possessiveness. “Why are you holding back?” he asks again.
“Ahhh,” I have to search for an answer, then spew the first thing that comes to mind, “we became a couple like five minutes ago.”
Liam’s features soften. “Is that really it?” He tilts his head, the questioning look telling me he knows I’m hiding something.
Giving in, I admit, “There are marks on my chest. I don’t want you to see them.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes. “I’ve already seen them.”
An eyebrow pops up. “When?”
Liam lets out a deep breath. “You were naked, Kiara. Even though the circumstances were fucking horrific, there was no way I could not look at you.”
My shoulders slump, and leaning forward, I press my forehead to his chest. “True.” I can’t remember half of what happened that Friday night. Just me fighting with everything I had.
Liam wraps his arms around me, brushing a hand up and down my back. He’s no longer hard, so it’s safe to say I killed the mood.
“I’m not going to lie and say the marks don’t bother me,” he murmurs close to my ear. “I fucking hate every single bruise, but it doesn’t change the way I see you.”
Lifting my head, I try to smile.
Affection, possessiveness, and an intense jealousy that should scare me but doesn’t, have tightened his features.
Not once has Liam looked at me like I’m tainted, and I’m not about to let Finn dig his filthy claws into my self-esteem.
With my gaze drinking in the way Liam’s looking at me, I decide to once again fight for myself. But this time, I’m also fighting for what I want. Liam.
His mouth curves up. “Jesus, you’re beautiful. It looks like your eyes are alive with sparks.”
I lift my hands to frame his jaw, and leaning forward, I press my mouth to his. I initiate the kiss, and he lets me set the pace. It’s empowering that I get to take the lead, and wrapping an arm around his neck, I press my body against his.
My lips knead his, my teeth getting to nip at his bottom lip. Quickly the desire floods back, washing every bit of hesitancy from me.
