Unplugged (Blue Phoenix, #3)(49)

“Don’t be sweet then,” I say quietly.

Liam sucks in a breath then knocks mine out by slamming me against the wall, hungry mouth closing over mine. In that one move, he wipes away thoughts of anything but the daily obsession over what sex with this man would be like. I slide my hands beneath his T-shirt, exploring the tight abs and digging my nails into the muscles of his lower back. Liam growls and pushes against me, his obvious arousal spiking my own as we continue to explore each other’s mouths. I can’t move and barely breathe, lost in the heady kiss.

Liam pushes his hand beneath the thin material of my top and trails his finger lightly along my side. My legs weaken and if he didn’t have me pinned against the wall by his hips, I’d be a heap on the floor. When Liam’s large palm closes over my breast and his fingers slide into the thin lace of my bra and brushes my hardened nipple, I know sweet isn’t anything to do with Liam tonight.

He stops as quickly as he started and rests his head on mine. “Cerys, I want you on your own. No Ella, no Blue Phoenix, and no dickheads making you feel like you’re beneath them.”

I lick the taste of Liam from my lips wanting more, and determined more is what I’m going to get.

Tonight is all about Liam, freedom, and me.

“Let’s go home,” I whisper and nip his bottom lip.

CHAPTER 20



LIAM



We climb the steps toward Cerys’s front door, I’m behind, and her gorgeous ass is close enough to touch. As she flicks the lights on inside the house, I grab Cerys and turn her to me, sliding my hands across the rough denim holding that ass.

She turns me on so f-ucking much.

If I didn’t have the willpower I’m fighting to keep hold of, I’d push Cerys onto the stairs in front of us and pull those jeans off.

No Ella around. Finally.

Cerys disentangles herself and steps around me to close the front door. Without a word, she heads to the kitchen. I kick my shoes off, huff, and follow.

“Do you want a coffee?” she asks, back turned.

“No,” I say gruffly.

“Tea?”

“No.” I step behind her and run my hands along her stomach, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of her so-tight-it’s-criminal jeans. This is our opportunity and I’m not wasting it with niceties. “I want you.”

Cerys turns, about to speak, but I close my mouth over hers before she gets a chance. That kiss at the club. That f-ucking awesome, mind-melting kiss held the expectation of what hangs between us now. Am I over-stepping the line? Will she send me home aching for her? f-uck, I hope not. She tastes of a sweetness I crave whenever she’s not around. Six months I left her, six f-ucking months and a huge mistake.

Cerys grips my head too, returning my kiss with the ferocity she did at the club. I fumble with her jeans again, undoing the button. She allows me, unbuckling my belt at the same time. I slam her against the door and continue my devouring kiss, pulling at her clothes. I want her naked. Against me, beneath me, on top of me…f-uck, any way as long as we don’t stop. The way her fingers brush my stomach as she undoes my jeans doesn’t help my self-restraint. I grab her legs, wrapping them around me as I push my hardening cock toward her soft centre. Too many clothes. I drop her legs and succeed in pulling her jeans down, my fingers grazing her oh-so-soft skin as I run my hand up her inner thigh.

She tenses as my fingers edge toward her panties. I still my hand. “Too much?”

“I’m a bit drunk,” she says.

Shit. “You mean you’re not sure?”

“I didn’t say that. I know what I’m doing. I mean I might say things I wouldn’t normally.”

“Mmm? Such as?” Stop f-ucking talking, Cerys.

“Such as can you be badass rock star Liam, not sweet-guy Liam.”

“Sweet?” I hold her by the shoulders and stare into her face. “This idea I’m sweet, I don’t know who told you, but you’re wrong.”

Cerys’s breath rushes out in surprise. “So you keep saying.”

“Let’s just say I know when to hold a girl’s hand, but I also know when to pull her hair.” I wind my fingers through her hair and tug her head back, dropping kisses along her collarbone, enjoying her gasp. “I’m more than ready to show you how wrong you are.”

“So show me,” she says.

This, the breathlessness and flushed face, are the green light I need and I release her hair. “You f-ucking bet...”

Roughly, I push her top up; unclasp her bra releasing the awesome tits I’ve wanted my mouth on for months. She helps me tug the black shirt over her head and I lift her again so I have perfect access to them.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, dragging my tongue across her skin to take her hard nipple in my mouth. The softness and taste of Cerys and the small noise from her continues to threaten my restraint and I’m getting painfully hard already. I hold her in the small of her back as she arches toward me, eager for me to explore her further. The need for her begins to blind and I pause, rest my cheek against her skin and pull in the disappearing self-control.

“That’s not very badass,” she whispers.

I hesitate, digging my fingers into her sides. “What?”

She giggles so I press myself into her, pinning her so she can’t move. “Exactly what do you mean?” Cerys’s breathing speeds up at the action. Okay, this is unexpected. “What do you want me to do?”