Control is not something I hand over easily, but the look on his face pulls at my curiosity.
“You don’t get to touch,” he says, a warning in his tone that makes me want to disobey.
I just watch him with bated breath, waiting for him to continue.
“I’ve lost myself in you, Mila. Since the night you walked into that bar, I’ve been yours.”
Liam leans in just enough to brush his lips against mine while he speaks.
“And, as much as you continue to fucking fight it, you’re mine, too.”
Liam lets one of my wrists go before grabbing it, so he’s holding both with one hand, trailing his other down my chest, stopping just long enough to cup my breast before moving lower. He flicks open the button on my pants with practiced ease, then unzips them.
His calloused hand slips inside my jeans, and he flicks a curious eyebrow up when he realizes I don’t have panties on.
“One might think you were expecting something tonight,” Liam taunts.
“One might think I enjoy letting my pussy breathe and don’t bother with constricting underwear,” I retort.
He hums, inching his hand deeper. Liam watches every movement my body makes, studying how it reacts to his touch. Pleased with what he sees, he glides a finger between my slick folds and growls, satisfied with how wet I am for him.
“What do you want me to do to you, Mila?” Liam asks as he circles my clit with his thumb.
When I don’t respond, he stops, a whimper slips out, and my body shifts to get the friction back.
“I asked you a question.”
Liam tilts his head to the side, something feral taking over his handsome, rugged features.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say while rolling my hips, taking things into my own hands.
“Are you mine?”
The question takes me off guard, and my body stills. I search his face, looking for the joke, but there isn’t one. Liam slams two thick fingers inside me, causing me to scream out at the sudden intrusion. He lets go of my wrists, adjusting my body so he can do it again.
“Are. You. Mine?” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust from his fingers—while my hands twist in his shirt.
He stops again, demanding an answer with his eyes.
“No,” I breathe.
“But you are, Little Warrior,” he says while shaking his head. “When you’re on your knees begging me to rearrange you from the inside out, screaming that you are, in fact, mine. Then I will give you my cock, but only then.”
“You’re batshit if you think I would get on my knees and beg you—or anyone else—for anything,” I seethe.
Liam pulls his fingers from my pussy and drops me to my feet. The sudden emptiness screams to be filled. I bite back my comments when he kneels in the mud before me and, grabbing my waist, pulls me forward, placing a gentle kiss on my stomach.
My hands instinctively go to his wet hair, encouraging him to continue despite my better judgment. Liam uses both hands to shimmy down my pants as he continues to kiss down my abdomen. He groans when he bares my pussy.
Liam pulls away, meeting my heated stare. “I would drop to my knees the moment you ask me to.”
“I didn’t see you dropping to your knees when I told you to kiss my feet, Officer,” I challenge.
He chuckles softly as the rain subsides behind him.
“I am now, and until you’re ready to put aside your pride,” he pauses to kiss my sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from my lips. “I’ll have to remind you who you belong to in other ways.”
He pushes my legs apart, allowing him better access to my pussy. One of his hands lands on my waist to steady me. My head drops back as his thick skilled tongue slips past my folds, finding its target.