Page 110 of Vicious Little Snakes

My body jumps, surprised by the light touch of her fingers connecting with my abs. She runs her hand up my stomach, her palms brushing over my chest.

“Liam.”

Her voice is arresting.You keep saying my name like that, and I’m going to lose my mind.I close my eyes in the darkness so that I can live in the sweetness.

The sound of her feet shuffling closer makes me feel lost to this moment. I can hear her breathing faster, in quick successions.

Fuck, she’s breathless, and I swear her body’s getting hotter as my hands rub up and down the sides of her waist.

Her delicate hands explore my chest as one of my own splays against her ribcage. It moves up her body until my thumb rests under the fullness of her breast. Caroline arches her back, pressing her tits forward, letting out a whimper as my thumb brushes over her nipple, from under her shirt, but over the soft lace bra.

The gorgeous pink bud begins to harden as I swipe back and forth, languidly, taking my time.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, leaning her head sideways. I know her because her hair tickles my arm.

Wetting my lips, I try to keep myself calm because all I want is to run my tongue over that nipple until it glistens and feels rock hard. The hand still on her waist holds her in place as I sweep back and forth over her nipple, roughly now, listening to her body respond.

Caroline’s hands reach up to my shoulders, gripping the muscle, as she whispers, “We shouldn’t.”

A growl rips from my throat as I grab the fabric of her bra, pulling her closer. The hand that was on her waist now grips her jaw, holding her in place as I bring my lips so close to hers that I don’t know who’s inhaling or exhaling.

“Are you looking for permission? Or are you saying no? Be clear, Carebear. Because you’re right, we shouldn’t, but I don’t give a fuck about shouldn’t anymore.”

Her breath flutters over my mouth as her hands drop to my waist, undoing the towel and letting it fall as she whispers, “We said we wouldn’t hurt each other anymore.”

“Then say no.”

I wait in the silence before running my tongue over her lips, hearing her sigh.

My hands slide over Caroline’s face, weaving my fingers through her hair as I kiss the side of her mouth. “Say no. Don’t let me hurt you.”

But she doesn’t say anything, just grips my hips, jerking them against her. I let my tongue dip inside her mouth, swirling and teasing. I take turns between our tongues dancing and sucking her bottom lip between mine.

I can’t get enough of her. Kissing isn’t enough, fucking her won’t be either.

Caroline’s arms snake inside of mine, wrapping around my neck. Our bodies smash together, secured even as I stand, taking her with me.

“Carebear, say no.” I groan, kissing her faster, feeling her legs wrap around my waist.

I’m almost begging her because I know I’m going to fuck her regardless of the aftermath. With one arm wrapped around her waist, and my other hand gripping her ass, I rock her center up my cock.

“Fuck me, Liam. I want it.”

A deep guttural groan rips from my chest as I snap, spinning us so she’s up against the door. I grind so hard into her she shutters. I’m holding her up as my lips sweep down her jaw, attacking her neck and sucking on the delicate flesh. Unladylike moans fall from her lips.

I love her this way—filthy, vulnerable, and mine.

“I’m fucking starved for you, Caroline.”

She sighs into my mouth, scraping her nails over my head as my lips travel down past her collarbone.

“Off,” I snap, hating the T-shirt that’s in my way.

She tugs it over her head quickly as I dive back down, sucking hard on the spot just above the bra line. She sucks in air between her teeth, diving a hand between us into her pants. Jesus, she’s rubbing herself as I mark her. I adjust her, giving her body a pop up, hearing her whimper.

My tongue runs over each spot I suck, feeling her hand moving faster and faster while I bruise her alabaster skin. I scrape my teeth over her skin, tilting my head to pull her nipple into my mouth through the fucking bra. Caroline’s hands slap down on my bare back, breathing out, “Fuck yes,” as I pull away.

I feel like I’ve run ten miles. I can barely catch my breath as I look at her silhouetted face. My fingers grip her working hand, pausing it and dragging it from her pants. I bring her hand to my lips, running my tongue over her finger before sucking on them.