Page 92 of An Inevitable Marriage

Liam and I didn’t do quick when it came to kissing. Shoving his hands into my hair, he angled my head to drive his tongue deeper into my mouth. He was so done tasting and savoring. Whatever he did to me was an onslaught.

A dreamy, delicious onslaught.

One that got better with every brush of his mouth and bold stroke of his tongue. My lungs collapsed, desperate for air. I didn’t care. I couldn’t. Not when this man was devouring me so completely.

I wasn’t even sure how long we stayed like that before he tore his mouth from mine.

Breathing heavy, he ground out, “One sec.”

He twisted at the hip, bent down and flicked off the bedside lamp.

Harsh, inky darkness surrounded us. It was what I wanted, what I’d asked for, yet disappointment flooded my veins. I couldn’t see him anymore.

And he couldn’t see me.

The disappointment from earlier slowly dissipated. In its place, courage I never knew I possessed.

I reached beneath my shirt and found the waistband of my underwear. Curling my fingers around the elastic, I shoved it over my hips and wiggled until the flimsy piece of fabric pooled at my feet.

My eyesight adjusted to the darkness, and I was happy to see Liam’s big silhouette before me. Nerves rattled my bones, and that tiny voice in the back of my head threatened to make itself known.

I refused to stop and listen.

Instead, I took a step closer to Liam. I placed my hand on his chest. Beneath my palm, his heart beat to the same erratic rhythm as my own. It was wild to think he might’ve been as nervous as I was.

Crazy.

Comforting.

Exactly what I needed.

Slowly, painfully slowly, I smoothed my hand over his pecs and down his abs. The man was all hot skin and hard muscle, and I cursed the darkness yet again. Especially when I reached the top of his underwear and he hissed out a sharp breath.

I knew he was studying me. I’d felt the intensity of his stare the moment I’d touched him. I didn’t know what the rest of his achingly beautiful face was doing. Were those sinful lips pulled into a tight line? Was his jaw muscle jumping furiously fast?

Another step forward, and the distance between us disappeared. We stood so close; my breasts brushed his chest with every breath I took. So incredibly close I felt how turned on he was.

Knowing I’d done that to him was a power trip all on its own. Maybe that was why I threw all caution to the wind and guided his hand between my legs.

“Fuuuuck.” Liam cursed long and hard.

I wanted to curse, too.

Because, holy shit, feeling his fingers on me was even better than I’d imagined. Especially when he bent his knees and spread me wider. His touch was tentative but oh so freaking thorough.

And if he kept doing whatever magic he was doing, I’d see stars in no time.

“Mmm,” I moaned as he circled a particularly sensitive spot. “So good.”

A gravelly noise rumbled through Liam’s chest. “Have you been this wet the whole time?”

Heat crept into my cheeks, but since he couldn’t really see me, I swallowed the embarrassment back down.

“Yes.” What should have been a word came out in a hiss of pleasure.

Liam’s slow torture between my legs continued. “For me?”

His finger slipped inside me. My knees buckled, and I grabbed on to his shoulders to steady myself. The muscles rippled under my touch, and he let out another groan.