The Dating Plan(97)
“Wicked woman.” With one hand fisted in her hair, he pulled her down for a kiss. His tongue met hers, lighting a fire inside her. Pushing herself to sit she tugged his shirt over his head. Her mouth watered at the sight of his chest, firm and lean, taut with muscles. Running her fingers down the trail of soft hair to his belly, she reached for his belt.
“Christ, Daisy.” He gently pushed her hand away. “It’s been so long and I’ve missed you so much. You can’t imagine how much I want you, but if you undo my belt, I’ll finish before we even start.” He slid his hands under her shirt and pushed it up. She helped him pull it over her head and he cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her nipples.
Her blood turned to lava in her veins and she moaned in desperation.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I love to hear how much you need me.”
His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her down to kiss her again, deeper and harder, forging an unbreakable connection between them. Without warning, he rolled, pinning her to the bed with the weight of his body. Once settled between her legs, he kissed his way down her neck to her breasts. She threaded her hands through his hair as he closed his mouth around her nipple, her back arching at the sheer pleasure of his warm, wet mouth.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded. She could feel his hard length beneath his jeans, the rough fabric a delicious burn against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. But she didn’t want to wait anymore.
Liam pushed up in one fluid movement and peeled his jeans off, stealing the breath from her lungs. Even with all the cuts and bruises, he had a beautiful body, a dark sensuality that called to her soul.
When he returned to the bed, she drew his mouth to her breast, holding him to her as he electrified every inch of her skin with gentle nips and deep sucking pressure. Her body melted into the bed, as he kissed her all the way down, parting her legs with his broad shoulders to bare her to the magic of his tongue. He knew just where to touch, where to lick, and what she needed to send her over the edge, shattering her world into heat and light and wrenching pleasure.
“I want to be inside you.” His low, gravelly whisper sent erotic tingles over her skin.
Languid with release, yet desperate for more, she answered him with a kiss. He rifled in his pocket for a condom and deftly rolled it on.
“Are you hot for me?” He pushed a thick finger inside her and the delicious sensation made her arch off the bed.
“Yes.” Her words came in a breathless rush. “Now. I want you now.”
“Say the magic words.”
Her desire raged, fuzzed her brain with lust. “Please?”
“No.”
Daisy groaned. “No games.”
“Say my name.”
This time there were no secrets between them. This time she wanted him for who he was.
“Liam,” she murmured. “My Liam.”
His heated gaze never left her as he drew up her legs and thrust deep. Molten heat streamed through her veins, threatening to incinerate her. She cupped his neck, pulling him forward. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.” With long, powerful strokes he drove into her, stoking her passion. When her legs began to shake, he took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss, and then he hammered into her, arms corded, hips rocking, sweat beading on his brow. She grabbed his shoulders, caught his rhythm, tension spiraling inside her until she was swept away in a tidal wave of sensation, her insides clenching in a deep, pulsing rush of pleasure. Liam threw his head back, his body going rock hard as he joined her in release.
He collapsed over her, pressed his face into her neck as she panted her breaths beneath him. His hand found hers, and he brought their twined fingers to his rapidly pounding heart.
“Feel what you do to me, sweetheart.”
She felt him, knew him, opened herself to the love he offered, and gave her love in return.
? 32 ?
HAMISH had closed for lunch. The shades were down and the store was quiet when Liam walked in. A vast array of unhealthy foods littered the counter, takeout boxes open to reveal almost everything the doctor had told him not to eat.
“Are you trying to kill yourself?” Liam had come for a distraction. Two days of not hearing from Daisy was killing him. Had he been accepted or not? Did her family approve or had they decided Roshan with the two-thumbs-up five-star rating was the better option?
Liam had already told Brendan that if things didn’t work out with Daisy, he would have to leave the city. Brendan had assured him he had no issues at the prospect of Liam becoming a long-distance partner in their new distillery business. He’d already stepped down from his position at Murphy Motors, and with the pressure off, he was a changed man. They’d spent the previous day together playing with Jaxon’s new drone, watching hockey on TV, and then being shouted at by Lauren for keeping Jaxon up late.
With a hamburger in one hand and forkful of ribs in the other, Hamish laughed. “Can you think of a better way to go? My friend Duke pounded back six burgers and four pounds of bacon a day and he was as healthy as a horse. Only reason he’s not here is because he got caught in the crossfire when two rival MCs started shooting at each other at a burger bar in Montana. He died doing what he loved best.”
Liam groaned. “You’ve now put me off burgers for life.”