Crown Jewels (Off-Limits Romance #1)(58)

I can’t help myself. I pull him back into the house. We tumble onto the couch. I’m under him and Liam is all over me. Heavy, needy, breathing hard and kissing harder; tugging at my hair as his mouth punishes mine. I can feel him hard and long against my leg. I raise my knee between his legs and Liam grinds into me, groaning.

“Jesus, Lucy…”

I can’t help but reaching down and rubbing him. His eyes close as he thrusts into my hand. I try to grip him through his pants, and when I can’t, I reach inside them, delving past the elastic of his boxer-briefs as Liam unfastens his pants button.

Then I’m reaching in, my fingers encircling his thickness. I’m pumping and he’s groaning. He’s pulling his pants down; I’m going for his balls. I cup them in my hand, then gently tug.

I can feel him shaking, feel his cock twitch.

Liam works my breast, then reaches down to rub me through my pants. He’s quaking like he’s going to come. His cock hardens further in my grasp. Then he draws his hips slightly away.

I’m grabbing for him when his hand invades into my pants, pushing my underwear aside so he can stroke me through my slit: up and down, until I’m gasping. Then he rolls a fingertip around my clit. My body quivers.

“That’s right, Lucy…”

I clamp my knees around his shoulders.

“Oh God! God!”

I feel a finger glide inside me, then his thumb is tracing my clit: smooth, soft circles. He leans down, and I can feel my body melt before his mouth meets me. I see the top of his head, and I know what’s coming. I’m screaming before his tongue is fully down on me, ripples of pleasure bursting through my body.

Then it’s his turn.

I let go of his hair—which at some point, I grabbed hold of—and grab him by the shoulders.

“Sit back.”

He licks his lips, smiling.

“Do it.”

Liam laughs, but he does as I ask. He leans against one arm of the couch, legs out in front. His pants are still unzipped, and I can see his hard cock straining through the cotton of his boxer-briefs.

“I want you,” I breathe.

As I settle over him, his hands cover my shoulders. As I lean down, peeling the boxer-briefs away from his incredible crown jewels, his hands play gently through my hair.

I’m stroking his warm, rock-hard shaft when he groans, “Luce—you don’t have to…”

I answer with my mouth around his head. I take him deep into my throat and love each twitch of his hips, each rough sound from his tight throat, the way his hands clench in my hair, and then my name. He says it over and over, moving his hands down to my shoulders, squeezing as I feel his cock grow harder, longer, as I tease his balls and Liam moans like a man undone.

His whole body tightens right before he blows. I know he’ll try to pull out, so I’ve got my hand around his hip; when he comes, I press him down and swallow.

“Goddamn, Lucy.”

I love every quiver of his big, hard body—and the way his hands go lax against my shoulders, like he’s spent.

When I lift my head, I’m surprised to see him laugh. “That was incredible.” His voice is hoarse, sincere; his eyes alight. He shuts his eyes and shakes his head, grinning. “Lucy. I’m trying to be your friend.”

This makes me giggle. “Friends with benefits?”

“Real friends.” He rubs his forehead, looking gradually more troubled. “I don’t want to fuck around the way—”

“You always do?” I smirk, but can’t hold it; my lips curve as I smile—because he’s so damn cute.

Liam nods. He looks so solemn, like he really cares and wants to do things right with me.

I clasp his hand with mine. “We can do better.”

“Can we?” He looks thoughtful. Troubled. Ridiculously handsome.

“First comes friendship.” I wink.

He shakes his head. “What are you doing to me, Lucy?”

I shrug, then hold out my hand. “Helping you up so you can show me around this place a little more?”

He smirks. “I don’t need your help, woman.”

In dramatic caveman form, he swoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. And just like that, all the heaviness is gone between us.





TWENTY-TWO Liam





I can’t keep my hands off her. We’re walking toward the fishing lodge—the one with the giant, covered dock that’s just a couple minutes’ walk from the hot springs on the island’s largest peak—and even now, her hand is locked in mine.

For a few minutes, she was walking just a pace or two in front of me, and I was looking at her ass. Then my eyes moved up her narrow back, then to her shoulders, down her arm and to her hand. I wanted to touch her, so I grabbed it.

Stupid. But she makes me feel so fucking good.

We should find something to drink at the lodge when we get there. Everything with Lucy is so fucking pleasant and relaxing. It makes me want to drink, like scotch would be the cherry on the sundae.

I’ve noticed Lucy never partakes, but she doesn’t seem to mind that I do. Kicking back is more fun when she’s around, because I don’t need alcohol the way I did before she showed up. I don’t feel like I can’t breathe when she’s here. I feel…hopeful.