Chapter Eleven

Kara groaned into Liam’s mouth as he slid his hands over the shirt, the heat from his hand burning through the thin fabric onto her skin. His hands roamed over her, slipping from her naked legs, up under the shirt, and down again.

She arched against him, keenly aware she was already wet in anticipation and wanton need. Her cheeks burned as she tried to control herself, grabbing at his shoulders like a drowning woman.

Liam pulled back first, a smile touching his lips. “Been a while for you.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Me, too.” One eyebrow arched. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Before she could ask what he meant, one hand went to the center of her shirt, flipping each button open with ease. He dropped light butterfly kisses along her jaw, his other hand tangling in her long hair to hold her still.

It was an ongoing battle. Liam’s fingers caressed one breast, then the other, skimming across the nipples with a light touch that had her rising to demand more.

He denied her, mouth settling on her neck with a light nip of his teeth as his hand continued to stroke and roam over her hip, her breasts, her stomach… everywhere except where she wanted it to be the most.

“Patience,” he murmured as he moved back up to claim her mouth. “I said we’d take care of things. I didn’t say I wouldn’t tease you a bit first.”

She drew back, readying a snarl, but his grip intensified at the back of her neck, holding her in place.

“My house, my rules.” The dominant growl stoked the fires inside her, a desire she hadn’t known existed.

Kara went to speak, but his hand slipped between her legs and she was lost, gasping for air.

With a shock she realized he knew her body better than she did—at least for now.

Then his lips met hers again, fingers seeking out her innermost secrets with ease and purpose.

She shook once, twice, before shattering in his arms, her scream muffled by his mouth.

When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes to see him grinning.

“There. That’ll take the edge off.”

“And you?” She drew in a deep breath.

“I’ll manage.”

“Well, that’s not quite fair.” Kara kissed him again before pushing him onto his back and flinging the blanket back. Her shirt hung open and his gaze fell on her breasts, now plainly visible. His expression changed from adoration to pure lust, the hunger in his gaze fanning her own.

She straddled him, feeling his erection press against her core. It was hard to resist the urge to rise up and have him—but not right now.

He may have dominated her before—now it was her turn to call the shots.

Kara kissed him again, breaking away to drag her lips down his neck, relishing the throaty moans. Her hands dug through his long hair, drawing it out to the ends as she rocked against him.

Flashes of memory came back to her as she slid down, pressing her palms against the well-toned chest muscles. A dark hotel room, the silk sheets and bottle after bottle of champagne…

Her nails scraped across one nipple, sending him writhing under her.

“Don’t worry,” Kara whispered. “I think I remember what you like.”

She dropped her mouth to his chest and kissed it, moving back as he let out a low grunt. His hands went to her head, twisting in the loose blond strands.

“Kara…”

The heated whisper nearly sent her over the edge again on its own, his tight abdomen rising and falling under her gentle inspection.

She took hold of his hands, entwining her fingers with him.

“Patience,” she said as she pulled his hands away, moving to press them down into the mattress. “A little more patience.” She released his hands, pleased to see them staying in place.

She drew her finger along one long half-circle scar, mapping out her plan of attack before following it up with her mouth.

He twitched and moaned under her tongue, hands bunching up in the sheets as he struggled to keep control.

Finally, she arrived at her goal.

And stopped.

Liam raised his head, mouth open and a plea on his lips. She gave him a delicious smirk and stripped off his shirt, tossing it to one side before descending on him.

He let out a throaty groan as she ran her tongue up his shaft, one hand cupping his balls as the other stroked his cock with long, leisurely strokes. His hips rose and fell as he thrust into her hand, totally at her mercy.

She smacked her lips before dropping her mouth down, swirling her tongue around the crown before taking him in.

Her fingers caressed his balls, the steady wet strokes drawing guttural grunts from Liam as she continued the slow, sensual torture.

He let out something akin to a yell as she flicked her tongue over the edge, almost breaking the last of his self-control.

Liam lunged forward, grabbing her arms to hold her in place. “Enough.”

Kara looked up and licked her lips, giving him a mischievous grin.

A twist and a flip, and she was under him, letting out a laugh as he growled into her mouth before kissing her hard.

“I’d forgotten how much of a tease you could be,” he rasped, settling atop her. “But I won’t make that mistake again.”

“Really.” She smiled. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Both.” He moved off her, surprising Kara with his speed and strength. She let out a loud gasp as he turned her onto her stomach. A second later he yanked Kara up onto her knees, settling behind her.

“Because I’ve been a good boy for a long time. Now it’s time to be a little bad.” Liam wrapped his left arm around her as he pushed her legs apart.

His free hand caressed her damp flesh, her rapid breathing giving her eagerness away.

“Time to pick up where we left off,” he whispered into her ear.

Kara let out something between a roar and a scream as he slowly pushed into her. Liam paused for a second, letting his breath out slowly.

“Don’t. Stop.” Her hips moved back to meet him, long flowing hair brushing her bare shoulders.

He didn’t.

She’d asked for this.

She’d needed this as badly as he had.

No mercy for either of them.

The first full thrust filled her completely, drawing a moan out as she braced herself, arms trembling as she withstood Liam’s fierceness.

Kara flashed back to the hotel room, bits and pieces of memory returning, mixed with the present, Liam’s fingers digging into her hips as he possessed her without restraint.

Sparks rushed out from her core to devour for a second time, the speed and ferocity surprising her.

“Hold. On,” Liam ordered as he increased his pace. One hand left her hip and snaked around to delve between her folds, adding another point of stimulation.

Kara let out a whimper, unsure she’d be able to follow his wishes. The intensity, the demand, the need.

He flicked his finger once, twice, before pressing hard against the tiny nub. At the same time, he froze in place, pressing his forehead to the back of her neck with a long, drawn out bellow that sent her flying again.

Her knees gave out, and she dropped down, burying her face in the pillow.

Liam rolled to the side and gathered her in his arms. He pulled her up onto his chest, fingers stroking her long hair.

Her pulse sounded in her ears as she tried to catch her breath, managing only short, weak pants.

Liam’s heartbeat rumbled against her, his chest rising and falling. He dropped a kiss into her hair before putting his head back. His free hand got hold of the edge of the blanket and pulled it up over them, capturing their body heat.

She was grateful for it, stretching out one hand to help.

Liam drew the blanket up until only their faces were exposed, his breathing slowing down. Kara could still hear the strong pulse under her ear, the deep throbbing somehow comforting.

“I missed this.” He dropped another kiss into her hair. “I missed you.”

“I didn’t know I was missing.” It was the first thing that came into her mind, as crazy as it sounded.

“That’s okay.” Liam’s voice came to her from down a narrowing tunnel, fading out as he continued to speak. “We got lost together, and we’ll get found together.”

Before she could puzzle over his words, she fell asleep.