CHAPTER 6
BROOKE
The rest of our clothing came off in a frenzy. We dropped our apparel on the floor, neither of us giving a damn about where it landed.
Every wall I’d carefully constructed came tumbling down as I saw Liam’s covetous stare once we were completely nude.
My heart was pounding against my chest so hard I could actually feel the rapid beats thrumming through my body.
I surveyed him, realizing that I was just as hungry for the sight of him.
My core clenched painfully, and it flooded with moist heat as I looked my fill, noticing every glorious inch of his ripped body. The well-delineated V beneath his abs looked like it was carved in stone, and pointing to exactly what I wanted. Sort of like a neon sign leading an alcoholic to the nearest bar.
And God . . . how I wanted to drink.
I stepped forward to touch his enormous cock, my fingers trembling as they wrapped around it.
He groaned as he caught my wrist. “Not happening right now, Brooke,” he said harshly. “Not now.”
His arm wrapped around my waist, and his hand tangled into my hair. He grabbed a handful of locks and pulled my head back. “I always knew it would be like this,” he said coarsely, his eyes so intensely green that it took my breath away.
I was vulnerable and naked. At the moment, all I wanted was to communicate my need to him. “I knew it, too. But maybe not as intense.”
I couldn’t explain what was happening to me if I tried. But I’d always known that if he touched me, really touched me, my defenses wouldn’t be any match for the fire that would consume my body in seconds.
He leaned down and caught my lips with a hunger so potent that I was helpless to do anything except submit.
There was no denying Liam right now, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I had to feel him, taste him, experience every ounce of pleasure he could give me.
“Mine,” he growled as he released my lips. “You were always supposed to be mine.”
His declaration only made my own possessive instincts worse. I knew exactly what he meant. I’d always had the same feelings as Liam. From the moment I’d laid eyes on him, I craved him.
He should have belonged to me from that first encounter, but he never had.
I have him now.
Maybe I’d have to let go of him eventually, but for now, I was all his. And he was mine.
I let my head drop back as he kissed his way over the tender skin of my neck and nipped my earlobe. I could feel the short bursts of his heated breath against my ear, and it made me crazy.
His rough palms were stroking up and down my back, exploring my skin, before he finally reached down and firmly grasped my ass.
“This beautiful ass has tormented me forever,” he said roughly against my skin.
I put my hands on his rear, but I didn’t grab it. I stroked over the tight muscles, remembering every time I’d lusted after it in the restaurant.
“Fuck me, Liam,” I whimpered. “I need you.”
His expression turned ferocious and raw, like it was completely his responsibility to soothe every ache I had. “I want this to last, Brooke.”
I speared my hands into his hair desperately. I’d always wanted to touch the locks to see if they felt as sexy as they looked. I let out a sigh as my fingers came into contact with the coarse strands. “You want it to last, and I just want it to happen before I go crazy,” I said shakily.
He lifted me up and sat my ass down on the kitchen island. It was the perfect height for me to wrap my legs around his waist, and I didn’t hesitate to try to bring us closer.
“Wait, Brooke,” he said as he stroked between my thighs.
He was met with a very welcoming liquid heat.
“Dammit!” he rasped, his chest heaving with the effort to hold back. “I can’t wait this time.”
“Don’t,” I pleaded. “I need you right now.”
His fingers stroked over my clit, and I nearly hit the ceiling. “Oh, God.”
The tiny bundle of nerves was pulsating with every rough pass of his fingers. I opened my legs to give him better access, my body humming for release.
“Come for me, Brooke. I want to watch you. I have to see it.”
The thought of him watching me at my most vulnerable wasn’t scary. It was erotic as hell.
I got hopelessly lost in sensation as his touch grew more demanding. I fell into the heat, and it consumed me.
There was too much stimulation to hold back. Just the fact that he was watching with a lust-filled stare that blew my mind was enough to get me off.
His mouth covered mine and I moaned against his lips as my climax came barreling toward me with a force that was almost terrifying.
I trembled against his fiery skin, my need for release so desperate that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Liam,” I gasped as he let go of my mouth.
“Let go, Brooke. I’ve got you,” he said urgently near my ear.
I closed my eyes as my orgasm took control, and it felt like I was never going to stop shuddering from the powerful release.
Gibberish came out of my mouth because I couldn’t quite form words. All I could do was babble and moan through the most satisfying pleasure I’d ever known.
I was panting as I spiraled down from the climax.
The intensity of the last few minutes was still registering when Liam grasped my ass with so much force that it was almost painful. He was inside me before I could quite recover.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes.”
Liam was a big guy, but my body accepted him. The muscles of my channel relaxed to take all of him, and having him buried to his balls inside me felt so damn incredible that I wanted it to last, just like Liam did.
I fought an internal war between wanting the feeling of being connected to Liam to go on and on, and the demand that he start to fuck me to assuage my carnal instincts.
My legs wrapped around him and pulled him tight against my core, my hips pushing forward without thought.
Liam grunted. “I can’t wait, Brooke. You feel too damn good.”
“Fuck me,” I demanded, my body telling me it would settle for nothing less.
He yanked my ass to the edge of the counter, bringing us into the tightest contact we could get.
Liam pulled out, then thrust his cock back into me. My muscles were straining to take a guy his size, but even if there was a little pain, it hurt so damn good.
“Yes. Harder,” I insisted.
“Baby, you don’t want it as hard as I can give it to you,” he said in a soothing voice.
Oh yeah, I do. Our reaction to each other was raw and primitive, and I felt every bit as needy as he did. “Harder,” I encouraged.
“Fuck. Don’t forget that you asked for it,” he answered with a fierceness that made my pussy take notice.
I loved this man’s intensity. It was something I’d never experienced before, but it was so damn addicting, maybe because I felt just as crazy as he did.
I was breathless as he showed me just how out of control we’d both become. I knew I’d have bruises on my ass in the morning from the hold he had on my butt. But every ache would be worth the satisfaction of Liam giving me what I wanted, hot and hard.
He pounded into me with a ferocity that I didn’t know was possible. All I could do was hang on to him, our bodies growing slick with a fine layer of sweat that caused us to slide together while we both strained to satisfy our feral needs.
I got lost in Liam, and I was pretty sure he was beyond rational thought, too.
“Liam!” I screamed as I felt my climax rising again.
It was different this time, and much more powerful than the first one.
When he pushed his hand between us and stroked over my clit, I imploded.
The muscles inside me spasmed violently around his cock, and I heard him groan. “Brooke. You feel so perfect, baby.”
He thrust himself inside me one more time as I milked his cock to release.
I had no idea how long we clung to each other, our sweaty bodies wrapped up until I didn’t know where I ended and Liam started. My racing heart slowed eventually, and we both caught our breath over an unknown period of time.
I was laid bare in front of Liam, and I didn’t care. Every emotion was thrown in front of him, but I felt safe in his possessive hold.
“We have to move eventually,” I said breathlessly.
He reluctantly started to step back.
I involuntarily tightened my legs around him. “Don’t leave,” I said, feeling vulnerable again.
He gently lowered my legs, and then scooped me up from the counter. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’m here,” he said in a husky voice.
I rested my head on his chest, relieved that he wasn’t pulling us apart.
“Good,” I answered in a loud whisper. It was a foreign tone, one that I’d never heard leave my lips before.
“Are you okay?” he asked hesitantly.
He sounded unsure, and it melted my heart that one moment he could be a conquering alpha male, and then within moments, he was the concerned lover.
It was kind of an impossible combination not to adore.
I smiled up at him. “Never been better.”
A slow grin spread over his face, and my heart skittered when I saw the sexy mischief in his eyes. “Shower?” he asked.
Our eyes locked, and I was breathless all over again. Liam was obviously insatiable, but I knew I was going to be able to keep up with him.
We’d had almost a year to get to this point, and one taste of him was never going to be enough. “Yes, please,” I replied.
I know we were both stinky, and a shower sounded like heaven.
He carried me into the bathroom, and I learned just how naughty a little water could be before he took me to bed.
I lost track of how many times we’d woken each other up, our bodies craving more of the ecstasy that we’d discovered together.
I felt Liam with me all night long.
Unfortunately, when I woke up to the morning light, he was gone.