He groans as I bit down on his lower lip, his hands finding the zipper at the front of my dress. Liam slowly unzips me, allowing his fingers to graze between my breasts. The burn from his touch shot to my toes, but brought the realization, I needed to stop this. My brain was fucking screaming at me.
“Liam stop,” I say in-between kisses as I try to catch my breath. “We need to talk.”
I go to take a step back and Liam has me pinned back against before I have a chance.
Fuck.
His eyes bore into mine while holding both of my wrists above my head in just one of his large rough hands. The other hand holds my thigh against his waist. Liam presses his hard length against me, his fingers toying with the dagger strapped against my thigh.
Those icy blues are filled with lust and need—his body language challenging me to stop him.
“Don’t even fucking think about it,” Liam demands, a playful smirk dancing on his kiss-bruised lips.
“Liam,” I plead, hardly having the breath anymore to speak the words.
Liam’s face come closer to my neck, he slowly trails kisses on the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder. I shudder under his lips. This man turns me into putty without any effort.
“Do what,Cupcake?” he says through kisses, grinding his erection harder.
I want to moan, but the nickname throws me off. He’s using it to fuck me off because I’ve pushed him away again.
He smirks knowing he got to me and goddamn it my knees would buckle under me if he wasn’t already holding me up.
“Tell me,” Liam rubs against me again, making sure I feel everything he wants to punish me with. “What do we need to talk about?” He punctuates each word with a kiss on my neck.
Liam pulls away slightly and searches my face for answers. My body in complete chaos, silently pleading for him to come closer, but my mind knowing that I need to be honest about my reservations no matter how much I hate doing it.
“Whatever you’re doubting, stop,” he says in a serious tone.
“I-I…I…” my mind is mush, completely incapable of forming anything coherent.
“Is the Malia Olin speechless?” Liam says through a teasing smile.
Speechless – yes, even I am surprised at how I am responding to him.
“Call me fucking crazy, call me what you want,” Liam pauses trying to find the right words, his eyes dropping for a moment before meeting mine again. “But the only thing that makes any sense to me anymore…”
Liam’s expression turns more serious, before he gets the rest of his thoughts out, he searches my eyes once more.
“Is you in my arms,” he says softly, running his free hand down my cheek.
It’s now or never, time to be somewhat responsible if I want to keep him. “You’re not safe with me,” I finally put together.
Liam shakes his head. “I don’t care,” he argues.
I roll my eyes; he releases my wrists, and they drop to his chest. “I do,” I mumble.
“You’re not safe either, which is the whole fucking reason we’re here.”
I snort. I hate protection. I hate people worrying about me and thinking I’m incapable of handling myself.
“No, shit - I’m an Olin,” I grunt.
Liam releases my leg, placing his hand on my lower back, bringing my body closer to his. His gaze bounce back and forth from my eyes to my lips, deciding his next move.
“I will never be safe, but you, Liam, can be,” I admit, breaking him from his dilemma.
His eyebrows pinch together, rage erupting in his eyes. “No,” he clips then slams his lips on mine once again, melting me into a puddle at his fucking feet.