Finding Forever(47)

“I’ll admit that I’ve been confused, but I’m not just spouting lines,” he told her.

She stood there for several moments before taking a step forward and putting her hands on his face. How she loved the slight scratchiness of the stubble on his fine jaw.

“Please come inside with me, Liam.”

She whispered those words, but there was no doubt that he’d heard them. He opened her door without releasing his grip on her.

How could she possibly let go of this man? She had no earthly idea. But it was too late to dwell on that now.





Chapter Twenty-Six


Liam lifted Whitney into his arms and carried her to the bed. After laying her down, he gazed upon her, his eyes burning with a need that sent waves of pleasure through her. And he wasn’t even touching her now.

“I’ve so missed seeing you like this,” he said with a groan as he began stripping his clothes away. The sight made her mouth water.

“Then why haven’t you shared a bed with me in the last few days?” she asked in a voice that she’d hoped would sound casual. But she knew that she’d failed miserably.

“Because I wanted to show you — and myself — that this is more than just sex, that we can be more.”

She didn’t know how to reply to that. She felt the same way, but her fears prevented her from acknowledging it. Plus, now wasn’t the time to talk. It was the time to make love — to show how they felt, not speak about it.

Liam must have come to the same conclusion, because he climbed onto the bed and straddled her, trapping her legs and holding her captive. He gripped the bottom hem of her shirt and lifted it, blinding her for a moment as he pulled it over her head.

Next he unclasped the front of her bra, then slid the straps down her shoulders, trailing his fingers across her skin and leaving a blaze of fire in their wake. He tossed the bra aside and ran his hands back up her arms, across her neck, and downward, only stopping when he was cupping her swollen breasts.

“Mmm, you’re so responsive. I love the way your nipples reach for my palms, the way your legs quiver beneath mine. I love that hitch in your breathing, and the embers glowing in your eyes.”

He moved his hands lower to caress her stomach, but he quickly brought them back up and stroked her cheeks, and he leaned down, took her lips, and sipped at her deep sigh.

Before she could grab hold of him, he dragged his lips tenderly across her jaw and down her neck, and then he took his time licking each of her nipples. But he was drawn down inexorably to her flat belly.

While his lips worked their magic on her skin, he undid her slacks and began pushing them away, and he tasted her thighs, her calves, and even the soles of her soft feet while he freed her from the rest of her clothing.

He began kissing his way back up her body, slowly, reverently, thoroughly, leaving her quivering and weak. By the time he finally sucked one peaked nipple into his warm mouth, she was ready to explode. She arched up from the bed in ecstasy.

While he laved her breasts, her stomach tightened, her core heated and grew agonizingly wet, preparing her, tormenting her, and delighting her all at once.

“I want you inside me, Liam. Please.” She had no qualms about begging right now. She had to have him.

“Are you mine, Whitney — only mine?” he asked as he continued circling her breasts with his tongue and hands. She was most certainly his to command.

Her response was a moan of acceptance. She grasped at his back, and the fine sheen of sweat coating his skin from the heat of their foreplay turned her on even more — if that was possible.

She’d brought him to this state by only responding to him, and she felt desirable, wanted, and seductive.

But she wanted more.

She wriggled beneath him, opening her thighs and pushing upward. She needed him now, and he needed her.

“I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you, Whitney. Just you — only you,” he growled.

“Yes, Liam. Only you, too.”

He took hold of her hip and poised himself right at her core, and then he dipped inside of her, but gave her only an inch.

She whimpered in frustration.

Finally, he bent forward and kissed her with such tenderness, such … love, that tears sprung to her eyes. She reached for him, wanting to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back and looked at her with a burning passion.

She couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat.

Liam at long last pushed forward, slipping inside her in a slow, controlled thrust that opened her fully to him. She cried out when their hips were pressed together and the two of them became one.

“I can barely control myself when I’m with you, when I’m inside you,” he moaned. His eyes were dilated and his breathing heavy as he rested there within her.