Page 38 of Claiming Ours (Anchor Bay #2)
BAYLEE
D espite the fact that my tennis shoes were already soaked from earlier, I still dodged the various puddles on the road as I hurried toward the cabin.
My heart was hammering against my ribs from both the adrenaline and desire rush from Memphis pinning me against the wall.
After that, my damp underwear had nothing to do with the prior downpour I’d sprinted through.
Bounding up the few porch steps, I toed off my shoes and pushed the front door open.
Elvis leapt up from where he lay at Liam’s bare feet as the man stood in the kitchen wearing a pair of snug Wranglers and nothing else.
I blew out a steadying breath through pursed lips to chase away the building nerves.
Not allowing my insecurities to take hold, I strode across the living room. Liam looked up from the sandwich he was constructing, turning to face me just in time to catch me as I jumped into his arms. He shifted to the side at the surprise attack.
“Well, hello to you, too, Little Bit,” he said, planting a kiss where my neck and shoulder met.
Every press of his lips to my skin ramped up the throb between my thighs that Memphis started. Squeezing my legs around his waist, I shifted to seal my core against his stomach and ground against him. Both large hands cupping my ass tightened.
“I was worried about you,” he whispered against my skin, the concern in his tone clear. “You all right?”
I pulled back just enough to gaze into his worried gray eyes. “I am. No need to worry. It took me by surprise how West’s accident affected me. I needed some time alone to sort out my feelings and reaction.”
“And did you?” he asked, searching my face. “Why the hell does it look like you’ve been crying?”
“Because I have been, which is okay. Memphis was there to hold me while I snotted all over his shoulder.” I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
“Lucky bastard,” Liam said with a pout, clearly not agreeing with it being gross.
A wide grin split my face at his response. “Do you want my snotty nose on you?”
“I want all of you, Baylee, the good and the snotty. Memphis was there for you, and I’m jealous of that, even though I’m also thankful you had someone you trusted there to hold you.”
My heart swelled, making it hard to breathe. I knew he was telling the truth, not just saying it to get in my pants or cover his jealousy. This type of emotional vulnerability and strength was both perfect and confusing—it was hard to comprehend that this amazing man wanted me for me.
A shiver slid down my spine, making my shoulders shudder.
Between the sexy time with Memphis in the barn and now Liam’s hard body pressed against mine, all my focus went to the urgent, throbbing need pulsing through my veins.
Running my blunt nails along his scalp, I guided him closer until our lips brushed.
“I need you, Liam,” I whispered, a bit of whine leaking to my voice. “Now.” His dark brows pulled in tight, as if unsure of what I was truly asking for. “I’m done waiting for the right moment, done worrying about getting too attached in case something tragic happens. I want to let go with you.”
“Now?” he asked, studying my flushed face.
“Right now.”
That was all the confirmation he needed.
Striding to the bedroom, Liam paused in front of the bed and slowly lowered me to the floor.
The damp clothes suctioned to my clammy skin as I slid down his chest. Fisting the cotton, he pulled it over my head, tossing it to the floor once I was free.
I struggled with the urge to apologize for my basic black sports bra.
But the way he traced the edge of the material, leaving goose bumps in his wake as he gazed at my chest, told me he truly didn’t care.
“You need to get warm.”
My protest turned into a squeak when he wrapped me in his arms and hauled me into the bathroom. My toes curled into the plush bath rug outside the shower. First my sports bra, then my pants and underwear were carefully tugged free and tossed aside in a pile of wet clothes.
On his knees in front of where I stood, Liam gripped my hips and yanked me to him until my core pressed against his face. The guttural groan that vibrated around the room had me shivering from the influx of desire that pumped through my veins.
“Fuck, woman, you’ll be the death of me,” he said, placing a quick kiss to my slick center. Running a finger through my slit, he held it up for me to see it glistening in the light. “Is this all from the idea of me taking your virgin pussy, or did you and Memphis start something in the barn?”
My cheeks heated and my stomach flip-flopped. “Both,” I breathed. My pulse raced and blood pounded in my ears as I watched him lick my arousal off his finger.
“Tell me, in detail, what Memphis did to get you this soaked for me. And don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. It’s all good. I’m the one getting to reap the tasty benefits.”
Throat dry, I tried to swallow while holding his fiery gaze. “Memphis pinned me against the wall with my arms restrained above my head.” Just thinking about his grip, not being able to move because his hips held me against the wall, had an achy throb pulsing in my core. “Liam,” I begged. “Please.”
Popping the top button of his jeans, he shoved the denim down his thick thighs and stepped out of the puddled material.
Not giving myself the chance to second-guess myself, I wrapped a hand around his hard cock and brushed the pad of my thumb over the smooth head.
His responding hiss made my breath hitch as the building desire scorched through me.
Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he reached between my thighs and slid a single finger inside my dripping center.
My lips parted on a gasp at the sudden yet incredible intrusion.
But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. A whole fucking lot more than that single digit.
My body vibrated with need, feeling like I would combust.
“More,” I breathed, only to choke on a breath when he immediately complied, pushing another wide digit inside me. “Yes, but no,” I whined. It was good, but not enough. “I need you.” I tightened my hold on his cock for emphasis.
The loss of his fingers thrusting into me had me swaying forward, but an arm snaked around my waist, pulling me against his bare chest. My peaked nipples rubbed against his sweat-slick skin, causing more desire to leak from my core.
Liam hauled me into the shower, his back taking the brunt of the initial cold spray as he turned the lever. His deep grunt when the water sputtered and splashed against him made me giggle. I tried to hide my growing grin behind the three fingers holding down my curving lips.
“You sure about this?” he asked. I locked eyes with him and nodded, all humor fading at his serious tone. He hummed in a content response and smirked. “Good girl, but we need to get your pussy nice and relaxed to take all of me. Do you have condoms?”
I arched an incredulous brow. “Really? I’m a virgin, so….” He huffed a laugh and ran a hand through his wet hair. “But we don’t need one as far as I’m concerned. I had an IUD put in a few years ago to solve some period issues, and I trust you to not endanger my health.”
Unable to resist, I dragged the edge of a nail along his bobbing, stiff shaft.
His entire body shivered, his lids fluttering shut at the delicate touch. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last health test,” he grunted through clenched teeth.
“Okay,” I murmured. “I trust you, Liam. I know you wouldn’t put me in any kind of danger, whether that’s emotional or physical.”
Instead of responding, he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me.
Both legs immediately wrapped around his waist, and he sealed his lips to mine, our mouths devoured each other.
His tongue danced with mine as I rubbed my drenched core against his rock-hard abs.
Already turned on, the slight friction sent bursts of pleasure sparking through me, driving my movements faster.
With one hand palming my ass cheek, Liam slid the other between us and pinched my swollen clit between two fingers. I tossed my head back, shouting his name. My hair slid between my shoulder blades as I came apart from the minimal touch.
Breaths coming in quick pants, I straightened, finding Liam smirking.
“Good girl,” he praised while moving those two fingers to my entrance and pushing inside. “I said you needed to be nice and loose for my cock to fit into this virgin pussy without hurting you, so we’ll need a few more of those with me stretching you with my fingers.”
A pitiful mewl escaped at the thought of him pushing inside me, of feeling something other than fingers or a toy. Last night was a tease, a preview of that amazing stretch I knew would come when he finally thrust inside.
Liam added another finger, the angle and pressure making my breath hitch at the mix of pleasure and pain. Grunting something I couldn’t understand, he lowered me, urging me to lean back while spreading my legs wide with gentle taps with his foot against one ankle and then the other.
Kneeling between my legs, the now-hot water soaking his dark hair and slipping down his handsome face, he thrust those three fingers back inside.
My sharp inhale turned into a moan when he pitched forward, sealing his lips around a peaked nipple.
The back of my head tapped against the wall and rolled against the white tile.
The pump of his fingers mixed with his sucking on my nipple had me inching higher toward that perfect bliss.
The addition of his thumb flicking my clit shot me over the edge with a nearly silent scream.
Panting through the aftershocks, my lids fluttered open, only to find him staring in awe at where his fingers were buried inside me. When he leaned in closer, I gripped what I could of his hair, stopping his movement. Gray eyes met mine through dark, wet lashes.
“Enough. I want this, Liam. I want you now. Stop playing with me and fuck me.”