Conviction (Consolation Duet #2)(63)

He leans closer and presses his lips against me. “Let me take care of you. I need to hold you.”

I understand his need to care for something. When your world is falling apart, sometimes you need something to hold on to. He needs to feel grounded and in control of one aspect of his life.

“You make it really hard to say no.”

“I’m counting on that.”

I lightly slap his chest and he begins the tour. We find our way through the house. I admire how beautiful her taste is. She’s classic with a touch of modern. The kitchen was recently redone, and you can tell that’s the heart of the home. Everything is labeled and in its place. It’s exactly the type of home where you’d expect Martha Stewart to come out at any moment.

Liam climbs the stairs laughing about how he’s having flashbacks of basic training carrying a log. He gets another slap for that.

“This is my room.” He opens the door, and I refrain from busting out laughing. It’s covered in old posters and photos.

“Wow, this is something else,” I say as he still refuses to put me down.

“Zip it.”

“Is this Yasmine Bleeth? Like from Baywatch?” I can’t stop the hysterical giggles that follow.

“She was hot,” he defends and puts me on my feet.

“Will I find old Playboys under your mattress?” I mock him and lift the side up. Before I can get it high enough to see, his hands come around the front of me.

“I’d rather look at my fiancée.”

“Liam,” I chide. “We’re at your parents’ house.”

“They already told you I don’t follow rules well. Besides,” his gruff voice drops as his mouth glides across my ear. “You’re already pregnant. I think they know.”

His tongue runs the rim of my ear and I shiver. “I’ve missed you,” I say as my hand reaches up and wraps around his neck. I hold him against me as I feel his erection press against my ass.

“I need you, Lee. I need you so f*cking bad. Are we allowed?”

I nod as his hand comes around my front and presses gently against my stomach. He slowly moves his fingers up and groans as he takes my breast in his hand. “So much better . . .” I trail off as he touches me.

Liam spins me and then lifts my shirt off. He stares at me as his eyes worship me. I decide to take the lead on this. I reach behind me and remove my bra. My breasts fall heavy as his pupils dilate.

I unbutton my jeans and slide them down. He licks his lips as I hook my fingers into my black lace underwear. I begin to slide them lower but decide I need to toy with him a little. I step closer, and his eyes close and his head falls back as I cup his dick. “I think you’re overdressed, my future husband.”

“Say it again.”

“Overdressed.” I know this isn’t what he wants, but I want to control his mind. I want all that he thinks about is us, even if just for a few minutes.

Liam’s thumb presses on my chin and lifts my head. “Not that, sweetheart.”

“My,” I bring his other hand to my lips and place a kiss on his palm, “Future,” another kiss but this time on his thumb, “Husband,” the final kiss is on his ring finger where we will be bonded.

He moans and holds my face between his hands. A moment later, his mouth is on mine. Liam controls the kiss. Our mouths stay connected as he devours me. His control is barely hanging on by a thread. Any moment it will fray and he’ll obliterate me. I push my tongue against his as we both savor each other. It’s been so long. Too long since he’s touched me. I pull at him and we’re flush against each other. My body burns for him and moisture pools in my core.

Liam removes his hands slowly and his touch becomes a caress. The passion is still present, but it’s as if he’s found himself again. “Get on the bed,” he commands.

As he walks to the door to close it, I sprawl out and wait for him. His eyes burn with an intensity I’ve never seen. Our gazes stay locked as he stalks me, and I yearn for him. Once he reaches the edge of the bed, I’m nearly panting. “What are you going to do with me now that I’m here?”

Liam unbuttons his pants and removes them along with his underwear. His cock juts out and my eyes flutter. “I’m going to show you just how attentive your future husband will be.”

He kneels at the end of the bed and pulls my underwear down. “After I watched you touch yourself, all I could do was replay it in my mind each night. To see you come apart just from the sound of my voice . . . was f*cking heaven. So now, I’m going to see how many times I can replay it live.”

I rest on my elbows with a grin. “I’m thinking you should put your money where your mouth is . . .”

“How about my mouth goes here?” he leans down and licks my center. My head falls back and he does it again. “Or maybe here?” Liam says as his tongue circles my clit.

“Oh,” I moan in sheer bliss.

“Hmm, maybe you’d like me to do this?” he questions as his tongue presses against my entrance. I quake beneath him as he continues to set a pattern. Sweat forms and I start to climb. Between the hormones, and the fact that it’s Liam, I can’t hold off long.

“Liam,” I croak out his name as I start to head toward the precipice.

He inserts a finger then begins to suck on my clit and I fall over it. I sink into the bed as he keeps going. Liam extracts every morsel of my orgasm possible. His tongue doesn’t leave my body as he trails up to my stomach. He stays there for a few moments as I come down.