CHAPTER 20
LIAM
We climb the steps toward Cerys’s front door, I’m behind, and her gorgeous ass is close enough to touch. As she flicks the lights on inside the house, I grab Cerys and turn her to me, sliding my hands across the rough denim holding that ass.
She turns me on so f-ucking much.
If I didn’t have the willpower I’m fighting to keep hold of, I’d push Cerys onto the stairs in front of us and pull those jeans off.
No Ella around. Finally.
Cerys disentangles herself and steps around me to close the front door. Without a word, she heads to the kitchen. I kick my shoes off, huff, and follow.
“Do you want a coffee?” she asks, back turned.
“No,” I say gruffly.
“Tea?”
“No.” I step behind her and run my hands along her stomach, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of her so-tight-it’s-criminal jeans. This is our opportunity and I’m not wasting it with niceties. “I want you.”
Cerys turns, about to speak, but I close my mouth over hers before she gets a chance. That kiss at the club. That f-ucking awesome, mind-melting kiss held the expectation of what hangs between us now. Am I over-stepping the line? Will she send me home aching for her? f-uck, I hope not. She tastes of a sweetness I crave whenever she’s not around. Six months I left her, six f-ucking months and a huge mistake.
Cerys grips my head too, returning my kiss with the ferocity she did at the club. I fumble with her jeans again, undoing the button. She allows me, unbuckling my belt at the same time. I slam her against the door and continue my devouring kiss, pulling at her clothes. I want her naked. Against me, beneath me, on top of me…f-uck, any way as long as we don’t stop. The way her fingers brush my stomach as she undoes my jeans doesn’t help my self-restraint. I grab her legs, wrapping them around me as I push my hardening cock toward her soft centre. Too many clothes. I drop her legs and succeed in pulling her jeans down, my fingers grazing her oh-so-soft skin as I run my hand up her inner thigh.
She tenses as my fingers edge toward her panties. I still my hand. “Too much?”
“I’m a bit drunk,” she says.
Shit. “You mean you’re not sure?”
“I didn’t say that. I know what I’m doing. I mean I might say things I wouldn’t normally.”
“Mmm? Such as?” Stop f-ucking talking, Cerys.
“Such as can you be badass rock star Liam, not sweet-guy Liam.”
“Sweet?” I hold her by the shoulders and stare into her face. “This idea I’m sweet, I don’t know who told you, but you’re wrong.”
Cerys’s breath rushes out in surprise. “So you keep saying.”
“Let’s just say I know when to hold a girl’s hand, but I also know when to pull her hair.” I wind my fingers through her hair and tug her head back, dropping kisses along her collarbone, enjoying her gasp. “I’m more than ready to show you how wrong you are.”
“So show me,” she says.
This, the breathlessness and flushed face, are the green light I need and I release her hair. “You f-ucking bet...”
Roughly, I push her top up; unclasp her bra releasing the awesome tits I’ve wanted my mouth on for months. She helps me tug the black shirt over her head and I lift her again so I have perfect access to them.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, dragging my tongue across her skin to take her hard nipple in my mouth. The softness and taste of Cerys and the small noise from her continues to threaten my restraint and I’m getting painfully hard already. I hold her in the small of her back as she arches toward me, eager for me to explore her further. The need for her begins to blind and I pause, rest my cheek against her skin and pull in the disappearing self-control.
“That’s not very badass,” she whispers.
I hesitate, digging my fingers into her sides. “What?”
She giggles so I press myself into her, pinning her so she can’t move. “Exactly what do you mean?” Cerys’s breathing speeds up at the action. Okay, this is unexpected. “What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want.”
“You really shouldn’t have said that.” I release her and step back to open the door. “Get upstairs.”
“Make me.”
“f-uck, Cerys. Teasing me is such a bad idea. Especially when all you have on now is your panties.” I push her through the door into her tiny lounge until she trips against the sofa. As she falls backwards, I pull her up by the wrists. “No, I said upstairs.”
“No.”
Her drunken giggling continues and she wraps her arms around my neck, her hardened nipples brushing my chest. This is too f-ucking much. Spinning her round, I slam Cerys against the wall and push my hand against her damp panties. I groan. This is way too f-ucking much, because she’s wet for me and I’ve hardly touched her. The plans I had to make love to her gently and not scare her disappear from my head.
“Get upstairs or I’m going to f-uck you here,” I growl, holding her hands against the wall, over her head.
“You have too many clothes on,” she whispers. “You can’t.”
“Jesus Christ, woman!” I drop her hands and step back, dragging a hand through my hair. f-uck it. I hoist her over my shoulder, gripping her legs as her hair falls down my back. “You are in so much f-ucking trouble.” I slap her backside harder than I should and she responds with a shriek of laughter.
This is not how I expected tonight to end.
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CERYS
Liam dumps me on the bed and he can’t get his clothes off quick enough. I lie back and stare at his chest where the light from the open curtains casts across the firm muscle, taking in the sight of every inch of his sculpted physique. He leaves his briefs on but there’s no denying the size and hardness of him.
Liam kneels on the floor and drags me roughly toward him by the ankles, his face directly in front of my sex. Slowly, he traces a finger along the cotton and as his fingers slide between the cotton and my skin. I hear a sharp intake of breath followed by the rough sensation of him yanking the lace panties down my legs. Seconds later his mouth replaces his fingers, tongue flicking my c-lit. I gasp as he eases his fingers inside me, stroking against a part of me I never knew existed. This man turns me on so easily it should be illegal.
I moan his name and Liam laughs against my sex, the vibration making things worse as he teases me with his fingers. I push myself against him, whimpering as he sucks and licks at me. He pays close attention to the growing volume of my moaning because when I’m on the brink of coming he stops and sits back.
I push my head back against the bed in frustration at the loss of his hands and mouth. “Any better?” he asks.
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to.” He kisses my ankle then proceeds to move his lips along my leg, across my stomach and b-reasts until his mouth hovers over mine. The sensation of his rough cheeks against my skin adds to the burn threatening to explode inside. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful self. Then I’m going to make love to you slowly until you come screaming my name.” I squirm. I want him inside me. What happened to the threat from downstairs? “And after that I’m going to f-uck you.”
Please.
Liam stands and looks down at me, my skin cools at the loss of him. I can’t move; I’m a shaking mess as he shucks off his boxers and digs around in his jeans for a condom. Continuing to watch me, he tears open the foil before sliding the condom on his hard length.
Liam rests back onto me, propping himself up by the arms as he looks down, his loose hair falling into my face. “By the end of tonight, your body will know that you’re completely mine.” He nudges my legs apart with his knee, darkened eyes on mine. “I can guarantee you won’t want anyone else after tonight.”
All I’m aware of is the tip of him resting against my sensitive sex and I shift my hips, desperate for Liam to fill me. He moves backward in response, mouthing ‘no’ at me; and when I try to shuffle closer, he pulls my hair again so I can’t move without it hurting.
“You’re a surprise, Cerys,” he says and hitches my leg around his hip. “I’ve changed my mind; I think I’ll f-uck you first.”
I gasp as he thrusts into me hard then stops, kissing me again, and forcing my mouth open to accept his tongue. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and lock my legs around his waist; I fit tightly around him but want him closer. Liam pulls his head away and takes a deep breath. He withdraws slowly, watching my face and I close my eyes focusing only on the pleasure pulsing through every nerve ending.
“You feel so f-ucking good, like you were made for me,” he says and drives himself into me, harder and faster, pulling me to the promise he denied me several minutes ago. As my breathing turns to moans, Liam grabs my arms and holds them over my head, continuing his fierce pushes until I come, crying his name. Liam doesn’t stop, and neither does the sensation shattering my body. Gaze fixed firmly on mine, his urgency increases and I match his rhythm until he grinds into me one last time, holding still before swearing as he comes.
Liam drops to bury his damp forehead against my neck and releases my hands. “You are f-ucking awesome,” he says and moves his mouth to find mine.
I hold him against me, relishing the closeness and the tender caress of the kiss. “That was f-ucking awesome,” I reply.
Liam wipes my hair from where it’s stuck to my face, and smiles. “That was just the start,” he whispers.