Page 29 of The CEO I Hate (The Lockhart Brothers #1)

LIAM

T he drive from downtown to Studio City was probably less than twenty minutes at this time of night, but with the way Mia was looking at me, it felt like the miles stretched endlessly, tormenting me with every traffic light.

When she’d looked up at me in the club, her lips kiss-swollen, her eyes burning with desire, I knew I wouldn’t be able to let her go tonight.

Not if she still wanted this.

Your place …Her words echoed in my head like a drumbeat. Definitely your place .

The beat surged through my blood, rushing south, and all I wanted to do was get Mia laid out in my bed so I could pick up where we’d left off.

I glanced over at her as she pulled her hair up, piling the curls on the top of her head, and I barely resisted the urge to reach out and run my finger down her newly bared neck.

Would her pulse be racing? Would her breath catch at my touch?

“Eyes on the road,” she teased.

“My eyes are on the only thing that matters. ”

Mia’s breath did catch, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. She shook her head gently, a couple of her curls spilling free. “Smooth,” she said, chuckling.

“As smooth as this ride,” I said as I changed lanes, leaving a pair of idling taxis behind.

Mia snorted. “That’s what you get when you drop hundreds of thousands of dollars on a car.”

“Please,” I said, squeezing the gearshift for emphasis. “It’s all about how you handle her.”

“Her?”

“Mm-hmm,” I said. “If you want a smooth ride, you have to have the right touch. Have to know how to get the car to purr for you.”

I glanced over again. Mia’s breathing was heavy as she reclined into the seat. “Good skills to have,” she muttered.

I grinned, sharklike. “They’ve served me well so far.” Mia squirmed in her seat, and the sight sent a rush of heat through me. I wanted to pull the car over and drag her into my lap without any further delay.

I wanted to make Mia feel so good that the only thing spilling from her lips was my name. But I didn’t want this to be some messy quickie trapped at odd angles in the Porsche. I wanted to have the time and space to give her all the attention, all the pleasure she deserved.

And if I was going to let myself have her, if I was going to break all the rules, I wanted to devour her in my own bed.

The car flew down the winding streets, the city lights flickering over us like stars.

I could feel Mia’s eyes on me, the weight of her stare making my pulse quicken.

Silence stretched between us, but there was no awkwardness to it, only a warm sense of anticipation, a nameless tension twisting tighter and tighter. I was hungry for her .

When I finally reached my gated community, I couldn’t resist a sigh of relief at the sight of the sprawling silhouette of the mansion standing proud against the dark sky. I raced up the driveway, the garage door automatically opening.

By the time I parked and turned off the engine, the tension was so tight I could barely breathe. I could feel Mia there, just a touch away, and anticipation had my hands trembling.

“I thought we were never going to get here,” Mia said, breaking the silence.

I turned, and she gave me a sly little smile. Unable to wait a second longer, I reached for her, pulling her into a heated kiss. She unbuckled her seatbelt, turning toward me, and kissed me back with such enthusiasm she slipped against the leather seat.

“Easy,” I murmured.

“I know how to handle myself,” she said, her fingertips inching along my jaw.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I grumbled, brushing my thumb over her lips before nipping at her earlobe. My next words ghosted across her cheek. “You have no idea…I’m about to make you lose control.”

I ducked out of the door and around the car, offering her my hand. I tugged, and she came willingly into my arms, pressing close. I let myself go, my hands roaming free. I grabbed her ass, squeezing through her skirt, and she made a noise that I swallowed with the next kiss.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked, needing to hear the words before we were too far gone.

“I’m sure. Are you?” she gasped as my lips latched onto her neck. “Don’t forget, you’re the one who’s always showing me the door.”

I pulled her closer, letting her know that wasn’t an option anymore. “The only thing I’m showing you tonight is my bed. ”

“Promises, promises,” she said breathily.

“Promises, indeed.” I shoved her up against the Porsche, grinding my hips against hers as I sucked harder on her neck.

“Oh,” she groaned, her hands tugging at my shirt, my belt, my back. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to undress me or just looking for something to hold onto as I rocked against her. This was how I wanted her. Soft and warm and very clearly as hungry for this as I was.

“Liam,” she whispered, sounding needy and desperate. “ Please .”

I reached down slowly, pressing the palm of my hand between her thighs, and I watched her eyelids flutter as she clung to my shoulders, riding my hand.

“Liam,” she gasped as I eased the pressure a bit. Her hips chased the friction, her fingers clawing at me desperately. “God… please .”

“I want you to come right now,” I said, removing my hand long enough to hike her skirt up. I looked into her eyes before I made another move, waiting for permission. She nodded, her mouth open in a little O of pleasure.

I slid my hand between her legs, shoving her underwear aside, finding her slick and eager. Mia’s eyes closed, wanton sounds spilling from her throat as I rolled my fingers against her clit.

“I want you to think about coming every time you see me in this car. Think about how good I make you feel.”

All she could do was moan in response, her hips moving in time with my fingers. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders, bracing myself against the passenger door, the other hand fully devoted to driving Mia wild.

She seized up suddenly, her entire body jolting like it had been struck by lightning. And then she sagged, trembling in my arms as she shuddered through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Fuck,” she said, sinking against me .

“I plan to,” I said, my fingers still gently teasing her clit, drawing out the pleasure ricocheting through her body. “How’re your legs?”

“Jello,” she murmured.

I chuckled. “Should I carry you to the bedroom?”

Mia looked up at me coyly. “Oh, were you wanting something?”

I growled, leaning close to her, and said, “Yes, you …splayed out for me on the bed, moaning my name as I fuck you.”

She sucked in a sharp breath.

“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

She lifted her chin, meeting my eyes defiantly. “We’d better get started then. You’ve got a lot of work to do.” She tugged on my hand, and I let her lead me to one of the doors in the garage. She paused, looking over her shoulder. “I don’t know where I’m going.”

“This is not new information, Gretel.”

She rolled her eyes, and I laughed as I led her through the door that connected to the kitchen. From there, we passed into the living room. Mia muttered “wow” under her breath.

“Did you want the tour?” I asked.

“Maybe some other time.”

“Good answer,” I said. By the time we reached my room, my cock was straining against my pants. I couldn’t resist pinning her against the door and taking another kiss. I felt her lips turn up in a smile at the feel of my body pressed along the length of hers.

Mia reached out to rub at the bulge nudging at her hip. “Hi,” she whispered softly .

“Hi,” I growled, running my teeth along her neck, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to get her to moan.

We fumbled free of our clothing, and I took her in, hungrily scanning every inch of skin on display, before tugging her hair free of its tie and sinking my hands into those curls.

I kissed her hard, nudging her up against the bed.

She reached for my cock, pumping the length with her hand, and I groaned.

She felt so fucking good , and I wasn’t even inside her yet.

She sat back on the mattress, scrambling to the middle, propped up on her elbows to look at me.

I pulled back, going to the side table drawer.

“What are you doing?”

I pulled out a condom, opened it, and rolled it on.

“Ah,” she said. “Glad your brain is still working.”

“I’m guessing yours is post-orgasm mush?”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed as I crawled toward her, sliding my hand along her thigh before dipping into her wetness again. I stared down at her as I played with her clit, forcing myself to move slowly, deliberately, watching her every shift as I eased into her pleasure again.

Her eyes fluttered, and I twisted my hand, nudging a finger against her entrance. Mia gasped, parting her legs further for me, and I dipped one finger inside, the warmth surrounding me. I knew she would be so, so good, and I lined up a second finger, easing them in slowly, letting her adjust.

She made a breathy noise as I pumped in and out. “Faster,” she begged.

I complied, pressing against her clit with the palm of my hand before leaning over to suck a nipple into my mouth. Mia tossed her head back and forth, chasing her next release.

“More,” she rasped. She pulled me close, catching my mouth in a fiery kiss. “I want you.”

“You’re sure?” I asked once more.

She nodded and I removed my hand, lining my cock up with her entrance before sinking into the wet heat in one smooth motion.

“Fuck,” I gritted through my teeth.

Mia moaned as I started to move, wrapping her hands around my neck. It was all too much, too good.

The heat. The pressure. The glide. The sounds she made.

I fucked her into the mattress, our hips coming together over and over. Tension coiled at the base of my spine, and my arms ached where I held myself up, but I couldn’t imagine ever stopping. I wanted all of her. I wanted to feel her come around my cock.

I wanted her to tremble beneath me.

How had I denied myself this for so long?

How had I denied us?

“Oh, yes,” she said, her hips jerking. “ Yes! Mmm! ”

I braced my forearms on either side of her head, rocking into her like a piston, and her hands slipped from my shoulders as her next orgasm took her.

She writhed and moaned as her walls milked me, demanding every last ounce of pleasure.

I continued to fuck her through it, chasing my own pleasure, driving her to oblivion.

It had never been like this before.

Mia was…She was a dream I’d been chasing, but the reality of her was better than any fantasy.

“Liam,” she husked. “Liam… Oh! ”

Yes, say my fucking name , I thought as my own orgasm exploded through me, cascading up my spine to the top of my head and then sending bliss radiating out across my body.

I groaned, driving into her twice more. When the intensity had subsided enough for me to get my bearings, I slipped out, disposing of the condom, and rolled over, pulling Mia into my arms.

“Holy shit,” she said.

I hummed, echoing her sentiments.

“That was…” She sat up on her elbow, a funny little smile on her face.

“The warm-up,” I cut in, pulling her close. “Take a breather. You’re gonna need it.”