“I’m yours…however you want me.”
“I want you naked.”
He issues the demand with soft-spoken patience, but I sense the urgency in him as I remove the last of my clothing. It’s the same desperate need rushing through my veins, heating my blood to boiling. As soon as we’re both without clothing or shame—without reservation or doubt—I drop to my knees and put my mouth on him. I don’t think about it. Don’t question it.
All I know is I’ve longed to taste him again.
His fingers stab through my hair, and instead of pulling me closer, he yanks me back. “Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“I want to watch you come first.” He pulls me into his arms and carries me up the platform to his bed. “Do you trust me?”
My answer is immediate. “Yes.”
He sets me on the edge, and I brace my hands behind me, my focus glued to his every move. Standing between my thighs, he wraps his hand around his cock. The vision of him, cast in silhouette from the night, conjures the likeness of Adonis, the god of beauty and desire.
Because he’s full of both and the keeper of seduction as he rubs the head of his shaft between my folds, spreading my wetness.
His trophy.
“Liam,” I groan as my strength flees, leaving me trembling and unable to prop myself on my arms. I fall to the mattress and clutch the bedding. My skin flushes hot.
Too hot.
I’m about to combust.
“What are you doing to me?”
“I’m keeping your body pure. Your head and heart are another matter.”
With one hand, he braces above me and angles his mouth over mine. The glorious friction between us intensifies. Sweat and lust drench my skin, and I can barely form a thought. All I can do is moan his name against his lips, over and over again as the head of his cock rubs me to madness.
“Liam!” Back bowing, I fist the blanket, and my upper body rises off the mattress. Everything below the waist is owned by him.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Come on my cock. Come on it hard, my sweet girl.”
He doesn’t stop the friction until the last intense wave releases me. I’m floating on some ethereal cloud of completion when he pulls me up by my noodle-like arms.
“Down,” he says with a nod to the floor.
Too wrecked to stay on my feet anyway, I slide to the floor, knees buckling, and he pushes into my waiting mouth. The combined taste of us is a taboo treat on my tongue. I’m delirious as he thrusts his way to release, smashing the back of my head into the side of the mattress. I splay my hands on his thighs, nails biting into his skin.
Because I’m trapped, sandwiched between the mattress and the furious need driving his cock into my throat.
“Damn,” he chokes out, followed by another string of expletives that launch from his lips. A shudder seizes his muscles, thighs going tense under my hands.
Then he surrenders, his grasp on my hair a painful burn as he shoots his seed down my throat.
And I never thought I’d witness the day when Liam Castle would cry out my name.
Chapter Ten
Naked bodies. Satin sheets. A decadent sense of satisfaction when I open my eyes and find his gaze on me. I stretch, sliding my leg between his. “What time is it?”
“Almost lunchtime.”
I’m not surprised since we were up until the wee hours of the morning discovering each other’s bodies. I now know that nibbling on his earlobe makes him hard. Running a hand down his abs to his belly button makes his breath stutter. Dragging a finger along the length of his cock makes it twitch.
Putting it in my mouth makes him lose his mind.
I made him lose his mind more than once.
He discovered things about me, too. Things I didn’t know about. Like when he traced my areola, and it tickled instead of aroused. Or how anticipation shook my bones when he trailed his tongue up my inner thigh. How soft and silky his hair was in my fingers as I clutched him between my legs.
How I pulsed on his tongue for what seemed like forever.
It was a magical night—one I wish had never ended—because the faint ticking of his watch is a constant reminder that time doesn’t slow down for anything.
Rolling me to my back, Liam presses me into the mattress. “How am I going to let you go?”
“Don’t let me go.”
“You know I don’t have a choice.”
“Will I see you…after I leave?” My finger traces a path over the curve of his shoulder.
“I’ll make sure you do.” A shadow darkens his features. “But we’ll have to keep our hands to ourselves. We definitely can’t do this.” He presses his warm lips to mine, tongue seeking entrance, and I sigh into his kiss.
How will I make it eleven months? It seems like an eternity.