“This is finally happening,” he snarls in a tone that should scare me, but all it does is act as kerosene to our already uncontrollable fire of lust.
“It is,” I agree without question.
“Now,” he says.
“Okay,” I agree on a sigh and sway toward his hard body.
With the encouragement he needs, his hands finally leave my body. He turns me, wraps one thick arm around my shoulder, and turns to walk toward the front of the house.
“We’re leaving?” I question lamely.
“Darlin’ I didn’t stutter. This is happening,” he says, pausing when he reaches the side of the house and the shadows that will give us the privacy we need. His body turns, moving me to stand before him once again. “I need to know you’re with me, Megan. I’ve wanted this since the day I met you, but I knew you weren’t ready for me. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, just waiting for those clouds to leave your eyes. If you don’t want me to take you back to my house, strip you naked and fuck you until you can’t walk for weeks, then say so now, because the second I have you I won’t be letting go.”
“Oh, boy,” I whisper.
“I prefer oh God, but I’ll make that the first item on my to-do list.”
“You’ll make what?”
“My to-do list, Megs. The list of things I’ve wanted to do to you for months now. Making you scream oh God will be number one, followed by my name, of course.”
“Oh, God,” I repeat, my mind swilling with the promise his words inflict.
“Yeah, you’re getting it.”
His mouth crashes down on mine for a hard but quick kiss before pulling back and giving me another one of those knee-melting smirks. “Last chance, Megan,” he whispers while his hands are framing my heated face.
Whatever he sees in my eyes is enough, he gives me a light kiss, takes his hands from my face and curls one around my left hand and pulls me toward his truck.
Fuck.
I thrust in again, feeling her tight walls squeeze my cock, and roll my hips while I take her mouth with my own. Her moan turns into a high-pitched scream that I swallow. I can feel her release wet my balls when I bury myself deep, again rolling my hips. Her small hands grab hold of my ass and I groan when I feel her nails bite into my skin.
“Next time you come against my cock, you scream my name,” I demand, looking her in the eyes. Her eyes widen briefly before they roll back when I thrust deep again. I don’t give her time to respond before I power my hips back and take her in a bruising speed. “My name, Megs,” I rasp. “Don’t you come without screaming my name.”
She whines.
I groan.
She gives me a small whisper of breath against my lips when I lean closer to her, moving my hips faster.
“Do you want it harder, darlin’?” I question.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Do you want me deeper?” I continue, pausing when the tip of my cock is about to fall from her body, smiling wickedly when she makes a cry of protest. “Do you want to feel my cock even when you aren’t with me? Want me to take everything you have to give me? So greedy. So fucking greedy.” Without giving her a chance to answer, I bend forward and crush my lips to hers. She opens immediately and our tongues meet, causing a fire to race down my spine and curl around my balls.
Damn she feels good.
“Tell me, Megs. Give me the words.”
“Take me, Liam. Give me everything. Make me feel. God, please make me feel!”
Her eyes bore into my own. With one gaze she is telling me everything her words don’t. This means more to her too, I can see it, and fuck me—my body locks tight when I see the depth of her plea.
“Yeah, darlin’. Everything.”
She doesn’t know it, but with that one word I silently vow to stop at nothing until I make this woman mine.
With one powerful thrust, roll, and push, I give her everything I have—over and over. When she throws her head back, it’s my name she’s screaming loud enough to cause my ears to ring long after her breath grows slow and her face relaxes with sleep.
I lay there looking at her after my cock softens and falls from her body. I remember the first time I saw her, I knew that she would one day be in this position. Naked in my bed and spent from taking my cock for hours. Over the months since that first meeting, the feeling, the craving, to make her mine had only grown. I’ve tried, tried to reach her, but it was clear she wasn’t ready. So I waited and fuck me was it worth the wait. Now, having confirmed what I knew then, I know I won’t let her go without a fight.