Only a Millionaire (The Sinclairs #6.5)(11)

I was mesmerized by the tats, probably because I didn’t see Liam as the type of guy who would have them. But he’d gotten both of them out of love for his family, and I found that extraordinary.

“Did they hurt?”

“Not as badly as the actual reasons why I got them. I guess I needed some kind of closure for my mom and dad. And when Tessa got sick, I had to find some way to get through it.”

“They’re beautiful,” I said, tracing the form of the dragon.

I let my hands stroke his naked back, feeling like I was in some kind of surreal trance. Right now, my entire world was the man who was holding me, and if I was dreaming, I sure as hell didn’t want to wake up. I knew the sensations weren’t being caused by drinking more wine than I usually did. It was all . . . Liam.

I looked up at him as he grasped the hem of my sweater, and I lifted my arms like it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

He needed to be naked.

I needed to be naked.

I was desperate to feel our skin meld together.

I didn’t balk when he removed my bra.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

I felt the heat rush between my thighs as I surveyed the hungry look on his face as his eyes devoured my bare breasts. “Fuck, Brooke!” He cupped both of them. “I can’t believe this is real.”

I knew exactly what he meant, but I teased him anyway. “They’re a hundred percent real. I’m not into plastic surgery.”

I’d always figured that you dealt with whatever DNA you got at birth. But I couldn’t help but be a little bit nervous about whether or not Liam would be turned on by my body once I was actually naked.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body flush with his, like he knew exactly what I wanted.

“Yes,” I hissed as his hot skin caressed mine.

“Dammit! I’m not going to last,” Liam rasped.

“Then I guess we enjoy whatever time we get,” I replied.

Liam lifted my chin. “I’m not going away until you’re satisfied,” he vowed.

I closed my eyes as his head dropped down and he took my mouth with a ferocity I’d never experienced before.

I let myself fall into the embrace, my heart skittering as he claimed every inch of my mouth. He was demanding, and I had no problem giving him everything he wanted, my tongue tangling with his in a duel of desire.

My pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside of me.

“Liam,” I whimpered when he had finally let me breathe again.

I put my hand between our bodies and groped the front of his jeans.

He was rock hard, and it was all for me.

He reached down for my hand and pulled it away. “Don’t. I don’t want to come like a damn teenage boy with my first woman. I want this to last.”

I wanted it to last, too, but my body was way ahead of my brain. I wanted to rush to orgasm because I was aching for him. “What can I do?”

“You can get naked,” he growled. He stepped back and reached for the button of my jeans.

I ripped at my jeans, eager to do whatever he wanted.





CHAPTER 6

BROOKE



The rest of our clothing came off in a frenzy. We dropped our apparel on the floor, neither of us giving a damn about where it landed.

Every wall I’d carefully constructed came tumbling down as I saw Liam’s covetous stare once we were completely nude.

My heart was pounding against my chest so hard I could actually feel the rapid beats thrumming through my body.

I surveyed him, realizing that I was just as hungry for the sight of him.

My core clenched painfully, and it flooded with moist heat as I looked my fill, noticing every glorious inch of his ripped body. The well-delineated V beneath his abs looked like it was carved in stone, and pointing to exactly what I wanted. Sort of like a neon sign leading an alcoholic to the nearest bar.

And God . . . how I wanted to drink.

I stepped forward to touch his enormous cock, my fingers trembling as they wrapped around it.

He groaned as he caught my wrist. “Not happening right now, Brooke,” he said harshly. “Not now.”

His arm wrapped around my waist, and his hand tangled into my hair. He grabbed a handful of locks and pulled my head back. “I always knew it would be like this,” he said coarsely, his eyes so intensely green that it took my breath away.

I was vulnerable and naked. At the moment, all I wanted was to communicate my need to him. “I knew it, too. But maybe not as intense.”

I couldn’t explain what was happening to me if I tried. But I’d always known that if he touched me, really touched me, my defenses wouldn’t be any match for the fire that would consume my body in seconds.

He leaned down and caught my lips with a hunger so potent that I was helpless to do anything except submit.

There was no denying Liam right now, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. I had to feel him, taste him, experience every ounce of pleasure he could give me.

“Mine,” he growled as he released my lips. “You were always supposed to be mine.”

His declaration only made my own possessive instincts worse. I knew exactly what he meant. I’d always had the same feelings as Liam. From the moment I’d laid eyes on him, I craved him.

He should have belonged to me from that first encounter, but he never had.