Wicked Heart (Starcrossed #3)(87)

I look over at Liam. He’s staring at the floor with a deep frown on his face.

I put my hand on his arm as the elevator moves again.

For the past few days, our nightly routine has been blissful. Liam’s assistant is still in England caring for his sick dad, so I help Liam with his e-mails and correspondence, in addition to running lines when necessary. I also help him with orgasms. Many, many orgasms in lots of different positions.

Most nights, after we get our filthy lust out of the way, we order in food and eat it naked. We watch movies, or talk, or I read to him. It’s the best time of my life. I never realized I could be so happy. I’m so crazy in love with this man, it makes me giddy.

But tonight is different. Because of the punishing schedule of the upcoming tech week, this is the last time we’ll see each other for six days, and the thought of going back to not seeing him every day makes me want to punch things.

“It’s only a week,” I say, trying to convince myself as much as him.

He lets out a short laugh. “You say that like it’s possible. Six years? No problem. Six days? No fucking way. Tell me again why this has to happen?”

“You know what tech weeks are like. Josh and I are going to be locked in the theater all day and night. We have to oversee sets, costumes, props, lighting, sound. Basically, we’re going to work our asses off so that when you and Angel swan in like the Hollywood brats you are, everything goes off without a hitch.”

He slips his hands in my hair and grips it hard enough to make me moan. “I’d rather a whole damn set fall on my head than be without you.”

“Yeah, but Marco doesn’t see it like that. He’d like a complete lack of sets falling on his stars’ heads. He’s old-fashioned that way.”

The elevator doors open, and Liam grabs my hand before striding down the hallway.

“Hey, short legs here,” I say, scrambling to keep up. “Slow down.”

“Can’t. Need to get you inside. And get inside you. Immediately. Sooner if possible.”

He doesn’t slow down, and his dark determination makes my thighs tingle.

When he reaches the door, he presses me up against it as he fumbles with his keys.

“Fine,” he says, irritated. “A week. I’ll deal with it. But as soon as Anthony gets back from L.A., we’re sorting out when to burn that damn contract. As soon as the show opens, it’s done.” He cups my face with both hands and kisses me deeply. As usual, the feel and taste of him leaves me breathless and high.

“Great. Now, open the damn door. And your pants.”

He shoves the door open so hard, it slams into the wall. Neither of us cares. He walks me backward and kisses me again. His leather jacket is warm in my hands as I grip him. I think my body has already started missing him, because now it blazes to life with fresh intensity.

As soon as we’re inside, he kicks the door closed and presses me back against it. I’m dizzy and breathless, turned around by his desperation, as well as my own. I want to fold time around us and live in these long moments of him pulling at my clothes. I love how feral he becomes when he roughly unbuttons and unzips until his fingers are able to push into places that make me gasp.

“Oh, Liam . . .” By now he knows every single secret my body has been hiding. Each sweet spot and erogenous zone. He makes all of them scream for his touch.

The spinning tension inside me makes me moan. I tug at his jacket, his shirt, his pants. He joins me, desperate to get everything but naked flesh the hell out of the road.

“I love you,” he says in a tight voice with short breaths. “I can’t wait until everyone knows that. Until I can take you out in public and show you off.” He yanks down my panties, then his jeans and boxers. “I need to show everyone you’re mine. And I’m yours. Finally.”

He presses my back into the wall and pulls my left leg up to his hip. When he bends his knees and pushes inside me, everything I’m feeling becomes too much. I cling to his shoulders as his hot kisses smother my moans.

“God, Elissa. A week without this? Impossible.”

He moves in and out in slow, strong strokes. Every thrust pulls me tighter, and for the longest time, I just hover, impossibly high, just stretching and stretching and squeezing my eyes shut as I fight to get enough breath.

“You know you ruined me the first time we made love, right?” Liam says as he increases his pace. “Look at me.”

I can’t. I really can’t. He has me flying so high I’m terrified to crash back down to earth.

“Liss. Look at me.”

With effort I lift my head away from the wall and look at him. His face is magnificent. Flushed and glorious.

“Look what you do to me.” He clenches his jaw, and it’s like he’s trying to show me how I affect him while trying to hide it from himself. “You’re everything to me. You always have been.”

He kisses me again, then he moves so fast and hard I can’t hold off any longer. I cry out as the coiled tension snaps, and the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had crashes through me.

“Fuck, yes,” Liam murmurs. He grunts as he thrusts a few more times, then he freezes, and groans against the hot skin of my neck.

We stand there for a few minutes until our breaths become less harsh and shallow. When we can move again, we untangle ourselves from our mess of half-removed clothing.