Bad Romeo Christmas: A Starcrossed Anthology (Starcrossed #4)(43)

I'm unprepared to feel so much so soon and grip his shoulders in an attempt to stay upright. My system goes into overload. It's gotten used to being bored and safe, not aroused so thoroughly I have real concerns I might pass out.

"So you like the island?" Liam asks as he charts a path of hot kisses down my neck toward my chest.

"It's amazing." When he cups my breasts, I have to lean against the wall for support.

"And the house?" He falls to his knees and kisses the side of my breast, then the top, then the nipple.

I squeeze my eyes closed and grip his broad shoulders. "Yeah, it's ... good."

He stops circling his tongue around my nipple and makes a noise. When I open my eyes, I find him staring up at me with a perplexed expression. "That's it? I search the world to find you the perfect island with the perfect house, and all you have to say about it is 'it's good'?"

I tighten my fingers on his shoulders. "Liam, I'm so turned on right now I'm flat out defying gravity, so maybe we can have a conversation about my vocabulary when I'm more lucid. For example, after you make me come."

"Then this conversation is never happening, because I'm going to spend the next four weeks making you come."

"Big talk."

"Don't think I'm serious?"

"I've yet to see the evidence."

"Fine. Prepare to have your mind blown. Then you can tell me how 'good' it is."

He closes his mouth over my nipple, and the wave of pleasure that hits me is so strong, I cry out. Not content with teasing one breast, he uses his hand on the other, and the effect is just as powerful.

"God, I've missed you girls," he mutters to my chest. "I'm pretty sure you've missed me, too."

My eyes have adjusted enough to see him in the dim light. I'm not going to lie, his perfect face framed by all that hair is freaking sexy. I push my hands into it and urge him to go lower.

He looks up and arches a brow. "Liss, if you want me to put my mouth on a certain part of your body, all you have to do is ask." He grazes his hands up the backs of my thighs until he reaches my ass, then squeezes as he lays open-mouthed kisses across my stomach. "Or if you're desperate, you could beg. That’d work, too."

I'm so high on pleasure and expectation, I'm having trouble getting enough air. It doesn't help when he nibbles on my hip.

I swear and press my head back into the wall.

"Liss?" He rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Don't you have anything to say?"

"I..." I suck in enough breath to speak. "I'd just like to remind you that ... there's more to me than just my breasts."

"Oh, I'm aware. Believe me." He kisses the top of my thigh and traces one finger down from my belly button to where I'm aching so fiercely, it borders on pain. "As much as I adore your breasts, what I've been craving to taste lies a little farther south." He grabs my left leg and pushes it over his shoulder, then closes his eyes and nuzzles me.

"Oh, God. Please, Liam. Please, please, please."

"Very nice begging. I approve." He puts his lips right against me and whispers, "Now be quiet and let me concentrate, because I aim to enjoy this."

Swollen and desperate, I'm nearly vibrating with anticipation when he unexpectedly lifts me up the wall. I squeal and grip his hair as he draws up to his full height, positioning my thighs over his shoulders.

"I've got you," he reassures me with a mischievous grin. "But if you feel the need to keep tugging on my hair like that, I won't complain."

Before I can process that he's somehow gotten sexier since I last saw him, he pushes his face between my thighs and finally lets me experience the full force of his magic mouth.

"Oh, sweet Jesus! Liaaaaam!"

He lifts and maneuvers me until I'm exactly where he wants me, before using his mouth to take control of my body like he was born to do it. Within minutes, he has me so wound up I'm on the verge of hyperventilation.

"Please," tumbles from my lips with embarrassing frequency as he drags me to the edge of my first orgasm in months.

"A little needy there, Liss?"

I groan and push against the wall to try and get his mouth back on me. "Liam ... please."

"Please, what?"

I'm so desperate for release, I let out a noise that's half laughter, half sob. "Please, don't stop."

He grips my waist with both hands before pulling me away from the wall and striding over to the giant bed. When he gets there, he throws me into the center of it like I weigh nothing.

After removing his t-shirt and throwing it on the floor, he gives me a dark smile. "If you think I have any intention of stopping before I give you the orgasm of your life, then you've forgotten who the f*ck you're engaged to."

A sense of primal urgency quickens his movements as he pulls off his shoes and socks and tosses them away. When he's barefoot in his jeans, he stops for a moment to stare hungrily at my nakedness. "Christ, you're beautiful. Now lay back, my darling wife-to-be, and spread your legs. I have work to finish."

Moving with determination, his chest and arms ripple when he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. Then he sinks to his knees and closes his hands around my hips before covering my inner thighs with hot, hungry kisses. Dizzy and helpless, I grip the duvet cover and try to keep breathing.