“I’m not a possession you can claim,” she says, her tone soft.
I suck in a deep breath of air, my chest brushing against hers. “I know.” I pull my wrist free from her hold, then glancing down, I trail my fingers up her arm, watching goosebumps spread over her skin. “You feel it too, Kiara.” My eyes lock with hers again. “We were meant to cross paths. It feels like you’re the other half of me.”
Her features soften, all the worry draining away, then the corner of her mouth lifts. “Are you even attracted to me?”
Nodding, I let out a chuckle, then admit, “I’m obsessed with you.”
“That doesn’t sound creepy at all,” she teases me. “Sooo… you want to date?”
“No, I want you to be mine. In every way. So I can touch and kiss you whenever I want.” There’s a predatory tone to my voice as I add, “So I can fuck you.”
“And here I thought you were a romantic,” she chuckles, sounding slightly nervous again.
I probably should’ve waited before telling her I want to fuck her.
“Never claimed to be one.” My gaze drifts over her face. “I want an answer.” My fingers wrap around the side of her neck. “Are you going to give yourself to me?”
Because, fuck, I will take you if I have to.
She sucks in a deep breath, then glances down the hallway. “This is happening fast.” Lowering her head, she admits, “I really like you, and I’m not opposed to starting a relationship,” raising her chin, her eyes lift to mine again, “but I just need a little longer before…” she clears her throat, “jumping into bed with you.”
Instantly my negotiation skills come out to play. “Okay, but I want you in my bedroom.”
She raises an eyebrow at me. “but no intercourse until I say I’m ready.”
Reluctantly, I mutter, “It’s a deal.”
Laughter bubbles over her lips, then she gives me a look of warning, “If you pull out a contract for me to sign, I’m going to slap you with it.”
“No contract.” I start to lower my head. “Your word is enough for me.”
“Good,” she murmurs, her eyes lowering to my mouth.
“Say the words,” I demand, the urge to kiss her becoming overwhelming.
“Which ones?” her breaths fan over my lips.
“You’re mine.”
She lifts her hands, placing them against my chest. “I’m yours.”
My mouth crushes against hers, needing to taste the promise of her words. Needing to taste her.
My body pushes hers back until she’s pressed against the wall, my self-control slipping through my fingers at the speed of light.
Her unique sweet flavor bursts over my tongue, the velvet feel of her mouth threatening to drive me wild.
Jesus.
I lift both my hands to her face, and holding her in place, I devour her. She sets my soul on fire, emotions exploding in my chest.
Mine.
Chapter 31
Kiara
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.