Only a Millionaire (The Sinclairs #6.5)(32)

My heart skittered as I saw the determination in his eyes. Every day, I learned something new that I could love about Liam.

I had a feeling that it would always be that way.

I let out a sigh. “Thank God,” I said with a huff. “I wasn’t going to last much longer.”

The way I wanted Liam was unrelenting, and my body had been pleading with me for release for several days.

“Right now, I just want to know that you’re okay,” he said in a husky tone.

I could see that he was determined to take care of me, but I needed more than just a shoulder to cry on.

I needed him.

“Don’t push me away tonight, Liam,” I said in a steady tone.

Our eyes caught and held, and my gaze wasn’t hiding a damn thing anymore.

“Goddammit!” He slammed his hand down on the tile beside my head. “I fucking want to be supportive, Brooke. I want to help you handle all of the bullshit you have to absorb—”

I put my fingers over his mouth. “Not right now. I’ll have to deal with everything that’s changed, but right now, I want you to fuck me more than I want anything else.”

I ached for him. He was here. He was real. And I loved this man more than I could truly express.

His face was fierce as he answered, “You’re going to get your wish.”

He captured my mouth, and my response was instantaneous. We kissed like two people who were desperate to touch, to be together in the most elemental way possible. I craved him, and I was greedy to touch any part of his skin that I could reach.

When he released my lips, I panted, “Liam. Oh, God, I want you so much.”

His expression was tense as he turned to slam the water off, then lifted me out of the stall.

I was still wet when he plopped my ass onto the bathroom counter. “Mine,” he growled. “You were always meant to be mine.”

I couldn’t speak as I watched him lick individual beads of water off my breasts, his tongue lashing my nipples to catch the droplets that were threatening to fall onto my thighs.

I moaned, grabbing his head, only to have him push my hands away as he knelt on the floor to push my legs apart.

A rush of heat darted between my thighs, the sight of his head in such an intimate position so erotic that I had to close my eyes.

I shuddered as I felt his warm breath against my pussy, my body tense because I knew what was coming.

I’d had sex, but never had a man—any man—hungry to taste me. I’d never been that comfortable with being that damn vulnerable.

But with Liam, I welcomed whatever he’d give me. I trusted him.

Still, I wasn’t prepared for the moment his tongue laved from the bottom to the top of my sensitive pink flesh, and then slowly rolled over my clit.

I screamed, a senseless noise that released some of the tension that was rapidly building inside me.

He gave me no mercy, his mouth and tongue devouring every drop of moisture that had flooded to my pussy the moment I’d realized that he had followed me into the shower.

He searched, explored, and consumed, doing it over and over until my body no longer felt like it belonged to me.

Like he’d just declared, I was his, even though I experienced his every touch.

I drove my fingers into his hair and held on, needing something to keep me on the ground when I felt like I was ready to fly away.

I leaned back against the mirror, helpless to do anything except feel.

“Liam,” I whimpered, and then fisted my hands in his hair. “Please.”

I needed more. I needed something, but I didn’t know how to tell him what I so desperately wanted.

But he needed no instruction. As his hands went under my ass to pull it up against his voracious mouth, he zeroed in on the tiny bundle of nerves that was throbbing for his attention.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes.”

He groaned against my quivering flesh, like he was intoxicated by the taste of my pussy and needed it for sustenance.

My body answered by releasing in a powerful climax that left me shaking, every emotion exposed.

I didn’t have time to consider my weakness, and Liam didn’t take advantage of my vulnerability.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, waited until I put my arms around his neck, then carried me into the bedroom.

“You’re mine, too,” I told him in a sultry voice that I almost didn’t recognize as my own, as he dropped me onto the bed. I’d never been the possessive type, but I wanted to claim him with an ache so painful that it physically hurt.

He shot me a possessive look. “Maybe I wanted to deny it when I thought you belonged to somebody else, but I have no desire to believe anything else now,” he said gruffly, his lust-filled green eyes shining with heat. “You’ve fucking had me since the first time I saw you smile at me.”

Yeah, his words made me feel like some kind of seductress, which I knew damn well I wasn’t. But coming from Liam, the admission was hot as hell.

He’d made me edgy from the first moment I’d looked at him.

“Good,” I said, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he sank down on top of me. “I’ll take what belongs to me,” I teased.

He waited for one breathtaking moment, his cock not yet penetrating me as he looked down at my face.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Who is taking who?”