Sinful Rapture (The Rapture #2)(12)

His breath exploded from his lungs, excitement clenching his body at the sight of Holly straddling his waist, her hair tangled around her flushed face and her eyes darkened to a smoldering gold.

God. She’d never looked more beautiful.

His heart clenched with a stark male need. Mine, a voice whispered in the back of his mind.

This woman was meant to be his.

At the same time a sudden fear pierced his heart.

What if she discovered the truth?

Would she understand why he’d felt compelled—

“Is there something wrong?” Holly broke into his dark thoughts, her brow furrowed as she regarded him with a sudden uncertainty.

“Nothing,” he growled, shoving aside his brief hesitancy. Tonight was about the future. He slid his fingers over her thighs, lifting his hips to press his cock against the liquid heat between her legs. “I’m putty in your hands.”

“Good.” Holly leaned down to press her lips to his chest, just above his pounding heart. “Don’t move.”

“Christ,” he breathed as she stroked a trail of kisses to his beaded nipple.

He gave a low groan, the sensation of her satin hair brushing over his skin nearly sending him over the edge.

It was all the encouragement she needed.

Clearly enjoying her power over his body, she tasted the nipple with her tongue even as her fingers continued to explore the hard length of his erection.

He jerked beneath her touch, his fingers digging into her ass as he struggled not to simply plunge his aching length into her body.

“Do you like that?” she husked.

“I…” He struggled to swallow. “Harder.”

“Patience.”

With a wicked chuckle, she skimmed her fingers back to the tip of his cock, finding the tiny drop of moisture. She rubbed it lightly, circling the broad head before returning downward.

She repeated the caress twice more before he released an explosive sigh.

“For the love of god, Holly, don’t torture me.”

She shifted so she could kiss him with the same hunger that pounded through him.

“Show me what you want.” Her voice was low, throaty.

With a choked groan, Liam reached to wrap his hand over her fingers, pressing them tight against his cock. Then slowly he urged her to stroke up and down the shaft, his breath hissing through his teeth as his hips surged forward.

His teeth clenched as she quickened her pace, feeling his balls tighten as his climax loomed.

“Wait, Holly,” he ground out, his hand tugging her slender fingers from his cock.

He was too damned close for any more play.

“Party pooper,” she taunted, her chuckle turning into a soft sigh as the broad head of his cock pierced the entrance to her body.

Liam squeezed his eyes shut, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

Slowly he sank into her welcoming heat, groaning as her flesh wrapped tightly around his arousal.

Paradise.

Sliding his hands up her body, Liam cupped her breasts, his fingers tugging at her nipples at the same time he began to pump his cock deep inside her.

She gave a choked moan, leaning forward as she met him thrust for thrust, their movements growing more frantic as they hurtled toward completion.

At last Liam gave a shout of joy, his seed exploding from his cock in tiny pulses of bliss.

“My princess.” Liam tangled his fingers in her hair, tugging her toward him to capture her lips in a kiss of sheer appreciation. “All mine.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Holly remained silent as Liam’s Mercedes sports car zipped smoothly through the early morning traffic.

She didn’t know why she’d so easily agreed to his insistence that he take her home. Of course, she didn’t know why she’d spent the entire night having the hottest, most intense sex of her life with a man she claimed to hate.

Not that she regretted a second of their time together, she ruefully admitted.

Liam had not only managed to make her forget that it was supposed to be her wedding night with Ted, but he’d taught her just what she’d been missing when it came to desire.

Who knew that she could come just by having Liam kissing her breasts?

Or that a shower could offer so many possibilities?

It’d sure been a hell of a lot more fun than a night with Ted.

Still, a tiny voice in the back of her mind was whispering that she was acting wholly out of character. And that at some point, she was going to come to her senses and realize that she’d just spent a night having wild, crazy-ass sex with her boss.

Surely nothing could ever be the same?

Jerking herself out of her odd sense of unreality as the Mercedes slowed, Holly glanced out the window at the tan and black apartment building that was framed by large palm trees.

In the morning sunlight the neighborhood looked neat, but modest. Nothing compared to where her father lived. Or even Liam. But it had been home for the past two years.

And until this morning, she’d always felt a warm sense of comfort when she was here.

But now…

She gave a sharp shake of her head, refusing to acknowledge that her strange reluctance to leave the comfort of Liam’s car was due to an unconscious aversion to returning to her life.

If anything, it was the sheer embarrassment at being seen in the short shorts and miniscule top that was emblazoned with the Playhouse logo, she told herself. When she’d called Sasha to send clothes to the room, she’d been worried about the walk of shame wearing a dress she’d obviously worn the night before.