“Fuck,” he snarls, the sound making my arousal spike even higher. “You’ll call me that when I’m so deep inside you my balls will be soaked with this sweetness.”
His fingers curl and I pant, my hand cramping around the force of my grip.
“Please, oh God. Not without you, please.”
I pray he understands my plea and when he curses, I know he gets me. His hand leaves my pants and I cry out, causing him to spit out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush. His leg slams down and I feel the truck pick up speed as I watch him take his fingers to his mouth and lick every drop of my wetness from his skin.
“Holy shit,” I exhale.
“You’re getting my mouth first, darlin’. That wasn’t enough of a taste and fuck me, I’m starved.”
I say nothing, just continue to feel like my heart is about to slam from my chest as I continue to shift my legs back and forth in attempt to ease the burn he’s lit between my legs.
LIAM PULLS THE TRUCK UP his short drive and doesn’t waste a second turning the key and ripping it out. His door is thrown open and I watch immobile as he stomps around to my door, my head tracking his every movement.
When my eyes meet his through the window, I shiver with the intensity that is written all over his face. My door opens and his hand snakes out, unbuckling my belt and pulling me from my seat with strong gentleness.
Of course, that gentleness is gone the second my feet hit the ground. He hands me his keys and without a word, I’m in his arms and he is prowling toward the door.
“Let us in, darlin’,” he grumbles and I falter when his mouth starts to lick and nibble down my neck. When I don’t move, he pulls his mouth from my neck and grunts, “Need you to open that door before I fuck you in the yard, Megan.”
“Oh, okay,” I sputter.
He dips his head again and I feel his body shake with silent laughter. “Only you could make me laugh when I’m so hard it hurts.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Let us in. Now.”
His mouth takes control of my neck again and with a shiver down my spine, I reach out with his keys and unlock his door, turning the knob to let us in. The sounds of his alarm beeping hits my ears and he steps through, kicking the door shut behind him before moving us toward where the waiting alarm panel is.
“Two-Nine-Six-Two,” he grumbles against my skin.
My hand is shaking so violently, I almost don’t hit the right combination. The second his alarm is settled, he turns and takes the stairs two at a time. His hold never falters as he then stomps through his hallway and into the darkness of his bedroom. Walking right up to the edge of his huge bed, he places me against the mattress, and shifts his body as his hands come out to grab my hips and spin my body until my legs are dangling off the edge.
I watch as he lifts his arm, grabs a fistful of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Each inch of his golden skin making my mouth water as the moonlight through his open window hits his muscular torso. I reach out, running my hand down his abs and lick my lips.
“You can play later,” he tells me as his hands then move to push mine out of the way and toward his buckle.
The second he releases the leather and his deft fingers start to pull each button from their secure hold, I have to fight the itch I have to rip the material from his body. I can see his thick shaft pushing against the denim as he works to free himself.
His hands leave their mission and I watch as he stands, thumbs hooking his briefs and jeans before he gives me a crooked grin and bends to push them both down, before straightening once again. Then he gives me a blink to take him—all of him—in before kneeling on the floor in front of me. I look down my body at him and he licks his lips.
“Now. Now you get my mouth.”
Oh, God. The rush of arousal overpowering my already overloaded system.
His hands reach out and I jump when he palms the skin right above my knees, earning me a smirk. He takes his time, killing me with the slowness that his hands take as they travel up my thighs. Right when he reaches the top, his thumbs brush against the crotch of my shorts and I almost come unglued, my hips jolting off the bed. He moves quickly then, moving his hands to my hips and pressing me back down before curling his fingers into my skin.
“The smell of you, God damn. I thought I was starving for you before. I’m going to eat you until you can’t breathe, Megan. Fucking drown in you.”
“Oh, God.”
“Hold on, darlin’,” he tells me and then my shorts and panties are flying over his shoulder, his hands back at my hips and he pulls me against his mouth—hard.