Sinful Rapture (The Rapture #2)(9)

Without warning, a blindfold was tied over her eyes.

“Just feel,” he whispered in her ear.

“Liam?” She struggled to free her hands, not afraid he would hurt her, but…

What?

That he would reach the vulnerable place she kept tightly guarded?

Wasn’t that one of the reasons she’d gone to such an effort to keep him as her enemy?

“Relax, princess,” he urged, his hands pushing her arms against the polished boards as he sensed her instinctive urge to escape. “In here, I’m the master. All you have to do is enjoy.”

“My friends—”

“Trust me, they’re happy as hell to give us some privacy,” he interrupted her protest. “They hated that dickhead fiancé of yours as much as I did.” His fingers tightened on her arms. “Forget about everything but what I’m making you feel, do you understand me?”

“Okay, Liam, that’s enough—” She caught her breath as she felt him lower himself to his knees behind her, then with a shocking intimacy, he was jerking her legs farther apart. Holly’s fingers dug into the wooden post as a shudder of sheer delight shook through her. “Oh…god.”

“It is too late for prayers,” he muttered, nipping at the sensitive curve of her ass before he gave her legs one last tug and he was able to find the damp heat he was searching for.

Holly gave a strangled scream, her body clenching with shocked joy. There was something extraordinarily erotic in standing handcuffed to the wall as Liam made love to her with his tongue and teeth.

Lost in the darkness, she concentrated on the sizzling excitement in the pit of her stomach. Hell. She’d accepted that tonight was a night to forget the worthless men she’d tried so desperately to please.

Why not relax and enjoy the one male who wanted nothing more than to give her pleasure?

Again and again his tongue swirled over her sensitive clit, occasionally dipping into her opening with a skill that had her swiftly tumbling toward her climax.

As if sensing she was close, Liam abruptly surged to his feet, kissing a searing path up her spine.

“Keep a hold of the board,” he rasped, his hand tugging her leg up until her foot rested on the edge of a low bench next to the rack, leaving her feeling open and vulnerable.

Expecting Liam to instantly enter her, she floundered when she felt his hands explore over her shoulders and up her arms, before returning to slide around the front of her body. He cupped her breasts, then allowed his fingers to glide down her stomach.

Almost like he was trying to memorize each line and curve of her body.

The sensation that he was utterly focused on discovering every inch of her was disturbingly intimate.

Far more intimate than a quick slam-bam.

“Liam?”

“Patience,” he insisted, his hand sliding down her inner thigh at the same moment his cock nudged at her slit from behind.

“Oh.”

Her head fell back to rest against his shoulder, her neck boneless with pleasure as he at long last thrust deep inside her. Oh, hell yeah. She thought she knew what passion was all about.

Obviously she didn’t know a damned thing.

Holding onto the board to keep herself in place as his thrusts deepened, Holly groaned in sheer bliss. It was rough, and wild, and exactly what she needed.

He buried his face in her throat as his clever fingers spread her folds, stroking through her damp heat in pace with the fierce, relentless pump of his hips.

Downstairs her friends were no doubt taking bets on whether she and Liam were fighting or f*cking, but at the moment Holly didn’t care. Let them enjoy her moment of insanity. Right now all that mattered was the beckoning orgasm that hovered just on the horizon.

With a rasping moan, Liam branded savage kisses against her damp skin.

“Tell me we belong together,” he demanded. “Admit it, princess.”

“No.”

“Tell me, Holly.” He pounded deeper, faster. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing more than…” Her body bowed and the chains of the handcuffs rattled as the shattering bliss clutched at her body. “Lust.”

***

The huge bed in the center of the room wasn’t actually meant for cuddling. The mattress was hard, and the sheets designed for an easy cleanup, not comfort.

Still, Liam heaved a sigh of pure contentment as he held Holly tightly in arms, her head resting on his chest.

The sex had been…

He struggled for the words to describe the cosmic orgasm that had rocked through him.

Hell, he’d nearly blacked out as he’d climaxed deep inside her.

And even while he’d gently tugged off her blindfold and unlocked the handcuffs so he could carry her boneless body to the bed, he’d continued to savor the tiny quakes of pleasure that made his knees weak.

Still, as much as he’d enjoyed making love to this woman, and as enthusiastic as he was to repeat the shattering experience, nothing could match the simple beauty of this precise moment.

For the past year he’d waken in the middle of the night, his arms aching with loneliness.

At long last, he felt…complete.

Pressing his lips to the top of her hair, he allowed his fingers to skim down the curve of her spine.

They’d rested in a sweet, silent peace for nearly half an hour.