Page 9 of All the Gossip from Paris (Royal Fashion #2)

CHAPTER EIGHT

As Liam stepped out of the main bedroom, Sophie appeared in the doorway of the other room. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The pair of nipples he’d been quietly imagining were now pressed against the fabric of her fitted t-shirt. He could have sworn they whispered a sweet ‘hello’ to him.

And hello to you too.

“You look a bit more comfortable than before,” she said, pointing to his new sweatpants and top.

Comfortable? If she had the slightest inkling as to how tightly wound, he was, she wouldn’t be saying that. And if she touched him, she might get more than she bargained for. He couldn’t recall the last time a woman had had such an effect on him.

Doing his best to at least show an outwardly appearance of calm coolness, Liam gently cleared his throat. “Yes, the cotton in this hoodie is amazingly soft.”

And breathe.

He’d checked the brand. Whoever Zadig here they were all top shelf liquors. Fancy bottles of wine. It even had an inbuilt fridge stocked full with bottles of champagne. These people really did live in a different world.

“I’ll just have another glass of wine. I’d like to keep a clear head,” he said. Liam wasn’t taking any chances. Strong booze was the natural enemy of a stellar bedroom performance. He never wanted to leave a woman disappointed.

Sophie brushed a hand over his, and smiled. “You can have whatever you want, Liam. You only have to ask.”

* * *

She’d been as obvious as she was going to be—now it was time to back off.

Playing this game was dangerous. If Liam wasn’t interested in getting to know her better, any further attempts on her part might come across as desperate.

And if there was one thing Sophie had sworn that she’d never do again, it was beg for a man’s attention.

Now it was up to Liam to take the lead. To show her what he wanted. If it was just a drink and a chat, then fine. The second after he said goodnight, she’d be in the bathroom and running a hot bath.

I wonder if the concierge team stocks a selection of adult toys.

Knowing the Royal Resorts team, and their attention to guest comfort, she’d bet they dealt with those sorts of requests on a regular basis.

Her senses shifted to high alert as Liam moved closer. “I like the sound of that,” he murmured. “I can have whatever I want. And not just from the drink’s cabinet?”

He reached past her and picked up the already opened bottle of wine, but in doing so, his arm brushed against one of her hardened nipples. Sophie shivered in response. Liam had to have known what he was doing.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured.

Sophie let out a shaky breath. “That’s ok. I don’t mind.”

He set the bottle back down. “Would you let me do it again, but without your shirt on?”

Sophie nodded.

His hands settled either side of her waist. She held her breath as Liam lifted the hem of her t-shirt and drew it over her head. The cool air kissed her naked flesh. Her nipples had already been hard but now they pebbled into rocks. He brushed a hand over one of them and she swallowed, deep.

“May I?” he asked.

She didn’t need to ask what he meant by that. She merely nodded once more.

Liam bent his head and took her peaked bud into his mouth. Closing her eyes, Sophie let out a sigh. When he drew back hard, the pulse between her legs quickened.

Settling a hand on his head, she slid her fingers into his hair. The more he teased her flesh, the tighter she held him.

Utter perfection. None of this messing around. There was no little kisses. No gentle brushes. Liam went straight for the kill. And she loved it.

She eventually released her hold and whispered. “I want to see you with your shirt off. I want to see all of your ink.”

He righted himself. In one quick move he’d dragged the hoodie over his head, and dropped it on the floor.

“Oh my god. You are covered in tattoos,” she whispered, in awe.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked.

She hadn’t ever been with a guy who had that much ink before. A few years back she’d had a boyfriend who’d sported a couple of small ones on his upper arms. Until a year ago she’d been with Patrice, who would never consider lowering himself to getting his perfect skin marked with a tattoo.

Liam Collins was a wonder of art. Sophie brushed her finger over the image of a black and gold tiger which adorned his chest, tracing the outlines of the work.

“Got this one in Bangkok, and also this one.” He turned and showed her his back. Sophie’s mouth fell open as she took in the giant eagle. Its outstretched wings covered Liam’s back from shoulder to shoulder. There was little of the skin on his upper body which wasn’t covered in ink.

“Wow,” she gasped. She couldn’t think of anything else to say, so she offered another, “Wow.”

He shot a wicked grin at her from over his shoulder. “Go on, you can touch the bird. You know you want to Sophie.”

She stepped forward and let her fingers roam over Liam’s flesh. The lines on the eagle were intricate, the true work of an artisan. Whoever had created this design had an amazing eye for detail.

“Where else do you have ink, Liam?” she asked.

He turned and met her gaze. “Pretty much everywhere. The only places I don’t have it are on my neck, lower arms, and legs. Tattoos are frowned upon in some countries like Japan. I figured it would make work more difficult if I couldn’t wear short sleeved shirts or shorts in the heat.”

“Clever thinking,” Sophie said, but she couldn’t take her eyes off his chest. “I like what I see here.” She traced one hand delicately over one of his pecs, goose bumps rising in her wake as she moved to the other one. “And here.”

“You think that’s impressive?”

Liam’s eyes darkened with a flirtatious fire.

“Wait till you see my piercings.”

Piercings. Sophie’s thoughts went to where Liam could possibly have piercings on his body. His chest didn’t have any, which meant they had to be hidden by his leisure pants.

She stepped closer. “Show me.”

Liam cupped her face in his hands, and gave her a teasing kiss. When Sophie looked into his eyes, she caught the glint of sexual longing within them. They were both in this moment together.

He brushed another kiss on her mouth. At the touch of his tongue, Sophie’s lips parted. Liam deepened the kiss. It was raw. She yielded to his unspoken demand. Tongues and lips melded together in a hungry embrace.

Yes.

He drew back briefly from the kiss and gruffly spoke. “I want you to feel the pleasure my piercing gives you. Especially when I’m moving deep inside you.”

As he bent and kissed her once more Sophie’s mind cleared of all her earlier muddled notions. In its place remained one delicious thought. Liam was going to fuck her, and she wasn’t going to regret a single thing about the rest of tonight.

When he finally drew back from the kiss, she caught the slow wicked smile on his lips. She was still watching his mouth as Liam said. “We could start in the bedroom, but I’ve decided we should play out here. With the curtains open.”

If he kept talking like that, she’d burst into flames.

Having sex where someone might see them was both dangerous and intoxicating. They were on the top floor of the hotel, and few other buildings around here were at that height. But it was still a daring risk.

She forced herself not to look out the window. To check if other people could indeed see into the suite. “We could turn the lights off,” she ventured. Her bravery had its limits.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with, Sophie.” After-dark thoughts glimmered in his eyes. “All that matters is me making you feel good.”

Sophie nodded.

He brushed another kiss over her lips. “I want more than a nod, Sophie. I need to hear you say you want me to pleasure you.”

She was on the verge of melting as she whispered. “Yes. I want it all.”

A rough chuckle escaped his lips. “Would you like me to fuck you? You only have to ask.” He was going to make her say it. To shrug off any lingering sense of shy decorum.

“Yes Liam. I want you to fuck me.”

“Well then, let’s begin.”

He moved with casual grace and ease. Sophie had barely had time to take a breath before Liam had slipped her leisure pants over her hips. Down her legs. He followed them all the way to the floor. As he knelt before her, a low dirty chuckle reached her ears.

“Don’t you dare tell me you’ve not been wearing panties all night. Cos if you do, I might just explode,” said Liam.

Doing something so dangerously outrageous had never crossed her mind. But the mere thought of had Sophie swallowing deep. She could just imagine going out on the town with him, all the while the two of them knowing they shared a wicked secret.

He parted the soft folds of her sex with the tips of his forefingers, then thrust both his thumbs into her wet heat. Sophie let out a gasp. So deep. So good. She bit her bottom lip to stop from crying out.

When he shifted, swapping his thumbs for three fingers, she felt the burn of the stretch. Liam got to his feet. He pumped in and out, and she took it. Her need growing with every demanding thrust. It was so damn good.

“That’s it. We want you nicely stretched for when you take my piercing,” he growled.

She’d never felt anything like this before. It was both pain and pleasure. The only thing she knew was that she never wanted it to end.

When he did remove his fingers, she immediately felt the loss. “Oh god, don’t stop…”

“You’ll have to earn your first orgasm of the evening, Ms. Royal,” he teased.

Bastard.

He took her by the hand, and led her over to the couch. It was piled high with cushions. Sophie imagined he would sit and pull her onto him, but Liam stopped. He turned and after brushing a soft kiss on her lips, gave her a stern command.

“Get on your knees. Show me what you can do with those gorgeous lips.”

She loved it when a guy talked dirty. When he took control. Sophie sunk to the floor, and reaching for the waistband of Liam’s pants, gave a tug. His cock sprang free.

For the longest moment, she simply stared at it. The piercing. A silver bar that went right through the head of his pulsing cock. A bead of pre-cum sat invitingly on the top.

“It’s an Apadravya piercing,” he explained.

“I’ve never done this before. You might have to teach me,” she said.

“You mean, how to give head?”

Sophie snorted a laugh at his remark. She was far from inexperienced in the bedroom. “No. I meant sucking you off with a piercing. I take it I need to be gentle.”

“You can play with me. Just be careful with your teeth.”

It was all the encouragement she needed.

Sophie set to work, with lips and tongue.

The hard bar of his piercing was a new and interesting experience in her mouth.

As soon as she’d become accustomed to the feel of it, she let her tongue explore.

Around the bar. Over it. Licking pre-cum each time she touched the tip of Liam’s cock.

She loved how his hips flexed when she licked his balls.

Liam brushed his hand through her hair as she worked him over. With every lick and stroke, his shaft grew harder. When he finally slipped a thumb into her mouth and she released him, Sophie sat back on her haunches.

She looked up at him, waiting for his next command.

Liam bent and kissed her. “You are a natural. Now be a good girl and reach behind you. Grab the condom that’s under the middle cushion.”

How on earth did he manage to hide that without me seeing?

She appreciated a guy who came prepared. And in Liam’s case he’d not only come prepared, but he’d decided where he was going to fuck her. The man had sly skills.

While Sophie retrieved the condom, Liam slipped his pants off and kicked them out of the way. Using his teeth, he ripped the packet open and slipped the condom over his piercing. Sophie watched with fascination.

She was still wondering about the piercing when Liam pulled her to her feet, spun her, sat down on the couch, and pulled her to him all in one skillful move. Her head barely had time to clear as he slowly lowered her onto his cock.

The first touch of his hard piercing inside her sex had a groan escaping her lips. “Oh god. That’s…”

It was the last coherent word she spoke for some time as Liam held her by the hips while she rode him. Sophie couldn’t get enough of this insane sexual madness as his piercing hit her G-spot with every deep thrust. Up and down. On and on. He gave her everything that she greedily demanded.

When Sophie finally climaxed, she was a whimpering mess of sated need. She cried out. Liam held her firmly in place thrusting up hard and deep into her still pulsing sex. Over and over, until he finally growled her name as he came.

She collapsed into his arms. That had been beyond amazing.

“So much better than any 90’s dance music track,” she muttered.

Liam chuckled. “I should damn well think so.”