Wicked Heart (Starcrossed #3)(29)

“Elissa?” When I look at him, he’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees. If possible, his expression is even more intense than before we kissed. His eyes are penetrating. Demanding. “Stop thinking. Start with your shoes.”

The roughness of his voice talks straight to the deepest parts of me. Something hot and urgent res in my belly.

I strip off my boots and socks and await further instructions.

He looks at my feet. I didn’t think it was possible for feet to blush, but I swear they do. He brings his gaze back up to my face. “Now the shirt.”

I draw up my T-shirt, then pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. I’m only wearing a plain black bra, but his sudden exhale makes me think he likes it. A lot. His gaze lingers on my breasts, making them ache for his hands.

He licks his lips. “Very nice. Jeans next.”

I unbutton my black jeans and slide down the zipper. I glance up at him as I push them slowly down my legs. A muscle in his jaw jumps as he sits up straighter. His swollen crotch distracts me for a moment, but then he clears his throat, and my attention goes back to his face.

When I step out of the jeans and straighten up, he lets out a long breath. “Jesus. Okay. So there you are.” He breathes for a few moments, then stands, and I watch as he clenches and unfurls his hands. “So much better than the fantasy.”

I’m wearing a black thong. Nothing fancy but kind of small. He studies it intently.

“Turn around,” he says, his voice rough.

I turn. I hear him swear under his breath, then he’s behind me and rough fingers are brushing over my buttocks. He groans and squeezes, then grazes his hands up over my hips, my rib cage. He traces along the line of my bra under my arms before cupping my breasts as he pulls me back against him.

“You,” he says as he plants soft kisses on my neck, “are fucking perfect.”

Warmth fires in my groin and spreads down all my limbs as I reach behind me to grip the back of his head. This man is too much. Too sexy, too good-looking, too . . . Oh, his mouth. The feel of his mouth on my shoulder, kissing the side of my neck, gently taking the skin between his teeth.

One arm circles my waist, and he grinds against me. Feeling how hard he is makes me ache even more. My whole body feels swollen and desperate. A large hand caresses my breasts. He finds my nipples beneath the fabric, and teases them before moving the other hand down my stomach. When he pushes inside my panties and presses tight circles against me, I suck in a moan and close my eyes.

Oh, this is going to be good. He wasn’t kidding when he said he knew how to please me. I may have had only a handful of sexual partners in my nineteen years, but every one of them had been clueless, the type of lazy lovers who claimed that bringing a woman to orgasm was like finding a unicorn, and so they just couldn’t be bothered. Clearly, Liam can be bothered. Hot and bothered, judging by the way he’s breathing against my ear and whispering how good I feel. He seems to be enjoying it almost as much as I am.

He drops his head onto my shoulder as he increases his pace. More pressure. Tighter circles. I anchor my fingers in his hair and hold on for dear life. It helps keep me upright, which is good, because the thick pleasure that’s coiling in all my muscles makes standing an impossible concept.

When my knees buckle, he scoops me up and lays me on the bed. I’ve barely registered our change of location before he’s sliding o my underwear and crawling between my legs.

“Just so you know,” he says as he pushes my knees apart and kisses the insides of my thighs. “You’re getting kind of loud, and these walls are thin. The whole building can hear what I’m doing to you in here.”

I’m surprised I’m being loud, considering I can barely speak. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t be. I love it. I’m sure if I try a little harder, I can make you scream.” After a final soft kiss to my inner thigh, he closes his lips over me, and I gasp in surprise as he kisses me down there with just as much passion and hunger as he did my mouth.

Oh, sweet holy . . . fuck!

I throw my head back and moan so loudly, I startle myself. He hums in satisfaction as he continues to work.

Oh.

Ohh.

Ohhhhhh.

If I thought his mouth was a miracle before he went down on me, I now believe the sole purpose of those amazing lips and tongue is to bring me the most debilitating pleasure imaginable. Every time I think I can’t feel any more, he proves me wrong.

After an eternity of panting and crying out, every muscle is so tense I’m arching off the bed. He reacts by closing strong hands around my hips and pulling me more firmly onto his face.

Jesus . . . take the wheel.

Thick pulses start, increasing in frequency in time with his tongue, and I can’t do anything but hold my breath as all of my wire-tight muscles release. The resulting waves of pleasure are so powerful, I have to bite down on a long, strangled scream.

I squeeze my eyes shut as everything spasms, and when the last shudders move through me, I concentrate on simply breathing. I feel high as Liam kisses his way back up my body. Everything is fuzzy and nothing hurts.

Wow. Okay, so that’s what it feels like to have someone else bring you to orgasm. I could get used to this.

Soft lips are on my neck, then my chest. I’m still dazed, but my body reacts. When Liam pulls me on top of him so he can remove my bra, I gasp at how hard he is. He sits up and kisses the swell of my breast, then my nipple. I praise any god who might be listening for Liam Quinn’s perfect, talented mouth. I curl my fingers into his hair as he moves to my other breast, and groan as he further demonstrates his divine oral powers. I look down to watch, and frown when I realize he’s still completely clothed.