Only a Millionaire (The Sinclairs #6.5)(12)

I have him now.

Maybe I’d have to let go of him eventually, but for now, I was all his. And he was mine.

I let my head drop back as he kissed his way over the tender skin of my neck and nipped my earlobe. I could feel the short bursts of his heated breath against my ear, and it made me crazy.

His rough palms were stroking up and down my back, exploring my skin, before he finally reached down and firmly grasped my ass.

“This beautiful ass has tormented me forever,” he said roughly against my skin.

I put my hands on his rear, but I didn’t grab it. I stroked over the tight muscles, remembering every time I’d lusted after it in the restaurant.

“Fuck me, Liam,” I whimpered. “I need you.”

His expression turned ferocious and raw, like it was completely his responsibility to soothe every ache I had. “I want this to last, Brooke.”

I speared my hands into his hair desperately. I’d always wanted to touch the locks to see if they felt as sexy as they looked. I let out a sigh as my fingers came into contact with the coarse strands. “You want it to last, and I just want it to happen before I go crazy,” I said shakily.

He lifted me up and sat my ass down on the kitchen island. It was the perfect height for me to wrap my legs around his waist, and I didn’t hesitate to try to bring us closer.

“Wait, Brooke,” he said as he stroked between my thighs.

He was met with a very welcoming liquid heat.

“Dammit!” he rasped, his chest heaving with the effort to hold back. “I can’t wait this time.”

“Don’t,” I pleaded. “I need you right now.”

His fingers stroked over my clit, and I nearly hit the ceiling. “Oh, God.”

The tiny bundle of nerves was pulsating with every rough pass of his fingers. I opened my legs to give him better access, my body humming for release.

“Come for me, Brooke. I want to watch you. I have to see it.”

The thought of him watching me at my most vulnerable wasn’t scary. It was erotic as hell.

I got hopelessly lost in sensation as his touch grew more demanding. I fell into the heat, and it consumed me.

There was too much stimulation to hold back. Just the fact that he was watching with a lust-filled stare that blew my mind was enough to get me off.

His mouth covered mine and I moaned against his lips as my climax came barreling toward me with a force that was almost terrifying.

I trembled against his fiery skin, my need for release so desperate that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Liam,” I gasped as he let go of my mouth.

“Let go, Brooke. I’ve got you,” he said urgently near my ear.

I closed my eyes as my orgasm took control, and it felt like I was never going to stop shuddering from the powerful release.

Gibberish came out of my mouth because I couldn’t quite form words. All I could do was babble and moan through the most satisfying pleasure I’d ever known.

I was panting as I spiraled down from the climax.

The intensity of the last few minutes was still registering when Liam grasped my ass with so much force that it was almost painful. He was inside me before I could quite recover.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes.”

Liam was a big guy, but my body accepted him. The muscles of my channel relaxed to take all of him, and having him buried to his balls inside me felt so damn incredible that I wanted it to last, just like Liam did.

I fought an internal war between wanting the feeling of being connected to Liam to go on and on, and the demand that he start to fuck me to assuage my carnal instincts.

My legs wrapped around him and pulled him tight against my core, my hips pushing forward without thought.

Liam grunted. “I can’t wait, Brooke. You feel too damn good.”

“Fuck me,” I demanded, my body telling me it would settle for nothing less.

He yanked my ass to the edge of the counter, bringing us into the tightest contact we could get.

Liam pulled out, then thrust his cock back into me. My muscles were straining to take a guy his size, but even if there was a little pain, it hurt so damn good.

“Yes. Harder,” I insisted.

“Baby, you don’t want it as hard as I can give it to you,” he said in a soothing voice.

Oh yeah, I do. Our reaction to each other was raw and primitive, and I felt every bit as needy as he did. “Harder,” I encouraged.

“Fuck. Don’t forget that you asked for it,” he answered with a fierceness that made my pussy take notice.

I loved this man’s intensity. It was something I’d never experienced before, but it was so damn addicting, maybe because I felt just as crazy as he did.

I was breathless as he showed me just how out of control we’d both become. I knew I’d have bruises on my ass in the morning from the hold he had on my butt. But every ache would be worth the satisfaction of Liam giving me what I wanted, hot and hard.

He pounded into me with a ferocity that I didn’t know was possible. All I could do was hang on to him, our bodies growing slick with a fine layer of sweat that caused us to slide together while we both strained to satisfy our feral needs.

I got lost in Liam, and I was pretty sure he was beyond rational thought, too.

“Liam!” I screamed as I felt my climax rising again.

It was different this time, and much more powerful than the first one.