Page 110 of An Inevitable Marriage

Scooting back on my lap, she dragged her hands over my exposed chest. Her touch, soft and gentle, set my skin on fire. Every sweep of her fingertips seared me right down to the bone.

She found my tattoo and immediately lowered her head to place a soft kiss on the ink. My body shuddered. Even more when she slowly climbed off my lap and slotted herself between my spread legs.

On her knees with her pretty fingers poised over the button of my slacks, she glanced up at me. Her lashes were thick, her lids heavy.

“What are you doing?” My voice was low and raspy.

Snow licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”

Her hands got to work, ridding me of my slacks and briefs faster than I could blink. Her fingers wrapped around me, and I let out a sharp hiss through my teeth.

“Every time you think about being sucked off; this is the memory you’ll come back to. Not the guilt-ridden ones. This one. This moment here.” Her hot little mouth closed over me, and she took me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck.”

I wanted to close my eyes, to focus on the feel of her doing wicked, wicked things to me with her tongue and lips. But I was far too mesmerized to look away from her. She wasn’t doing this out of some twisted obligation.

She wasn’t even doing this to make me feel better.

This was for her as much as it was for me.

My gaze stayed glued to her as she drove me out of my damn mind. And when I finally came with her name on my lips, she swallowed every little drop.

“Holy shit,” I wheezed, finally catching my breath.

Snow smiled up at me, and that rubber band around my chest pulled a whole lot tighter. Words, big, big words, lay on the tip of my tongue. I couldn’t voice them, not yet. So, I kissed her instead.

Every brush of my lips over hers a promise, a vow.

Everlee Rose Maxwell was mine, and I was never letting her go.

Chapter twenty-nine

Liam

Snowwasanervous,jittery mess.

It was all my fault. I’d put her in this situation.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said.

She tilted her head back and smoothed her palms down the lapels of my jacket. “Like I told you the last twenty times you’ve said it, I want to. I really do. I’m just nervous about being in front of a camera for the first time.”

It was the first shooting day of the ad campaign. Francisco was deliriously happy that Snow agreed to model. He’d wasted no time preparing everything to shoot in three days.

Admittedly, I shared his excitement. Knowing Snow would be the face of something that meant so much to me filled my heart with immeasurable joy.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I don’t mind—”

“You’re not canceling your meeting.” She pushed onto her toes and pressed a quick kiss against my cheek. “Now, go. I’ll be fine.”

I didn’t move.

“Liam, seriously. I’ll just be more nervous with your eyes on me.”

A frown pulled at my brows. “You don’t want my eyes on you?”

“No.” She laughed. “I mean, yes, I do want your eyes on me, but you make me squirm in a different way. I won’t be able to focus.”