Let Me In (7 page)

Exhaling slowly, she forced her body to relax and opened her eyes to meet his gaze.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, reveling in her unspoken trust. He touched her some more, noting the subtle tension that built higher in her with each wet caress against her clit. His thumb massaged ever so gently over the edge of it, right on the spot that made her whimper and strain to keep from moving. But she remained unmoving, giving him control of her body, her pleasure. It turned him on like nothing else ever could have.

Rubbing her bud slow and steady, he slid two fingers into her slick pussy. Her spine arched and she cried out as her muscles clenched around him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, little shivers of pleasure dancing up his spine each time the soft curves of her ass shifted against his cock.

“Liam,” she cried softly, her face twisted into a mask of agonized ecstasy.

“I know. I’ll get you there,” he murmured against her ear, nuzzling her fragrant skin. “Enjoy, Tal. I love watching you let go.”

She shivered and finally opened her eyes to stare up at him. The lust in her gaze made him want to growl in satisfaction. Her muscles trembled now, so close to the edge of orgasm, fighting the need to move. He could sense it all battling inside her, all those emotions she kept locked down tight looking for release.

Stroking the pad of his thumb over her clit with a steady rhythm, he curved his fingers up until they rubbed against the slightly roughened patch of flesh behind her pubic bone, finding and pressing against her G-spot with each firm thrust.

Talia’s lips parted on a soft cry of pleasure and shock as her lashes fluttered down. Her spine curled, those beautiful breasts lifting toward him, dusky nipples begging to be touched, sucked. He couldn’t resist the sexy display. Bending over her, he took one hard tip in his mouth and drew on it in time to the tempo of his fingers. She let out a sharp sound and twisted her head to the side, her nails digging deep into his shoulders.

“There—oh, God, don’t stop,” she begged breathlessly.

He answered with a sound of reassurance low in his throat and kept sucking on her tight nipple, loving the hell out of her uninhibited response. Her pussy contracted around his thrusting fingers, her silky juices spilling onto his palm. She was right on the edge of release, teetering on the brink. Fierce satisfaction filled him.

Talia’s breath hitched and her hands tightened on him. Her body stiffened and a wild, keening moan tore from her throat as the orgasm took her. Liam kept stroking her softest flesh, caressing until she shuddered and went limp in his arms.

Groaning, he pulled his hand free and slid his fingers into his mouth, tasting the tangy-sweet flavor of her release. She was delicious and he wanted more. His body was on fire with the need to lay her on the bed and slide his tongue into her, lap her up before he buried his cock in her to the hilt.

Hanging on to his control, he raised his head to look at her. Talia’s cheek rested against his shoulder as she recovered, and she was watching him with a ravenous expression. A different tension gripped her muscles, something that seethed just beneath the surface. The primal glitter in her eyes almost broke his resolve to stay gentle, because that look told him exactly what it was she needed.

Talia reached up to stroke a thumb across his lips.

He kissed it, letting his tongue dart out to tease her. “Still need more, don’t you?”

Her beautiful eyes lifted to his. She didn’t answer, only stared back at him in silent challenge while the escalating need pulsed between them. Before he could say anything else, she reared up to take his face in her hands and kissed him. Hard. Her tongue drove deep into his mouth, pausing to play with his only for an instant before she withdrew and nipped sharply at his lower lip.

Liam jerked his head back to stare at her, suppressing a primal snarl. Her skin was flushed, her passion-bright eyes daring him to deny her, but he knew she didn’t really understand what kind of release her body craved. He did, and it wasn’t sex. Not yet. In the meantime he knew exactly how to unload the residual adrenaline locked inside her.

She needed to fight. Her body shook with it.

His lips curved in a slow smile. If this was what she needed, he was more than happy to oblige her. Only he didn’t intend to fight fair.

Chapter Four

Talia jolted in surprise when Liam suddenly hoisted her into the air and tumbled her onto her back on the bed. His effortless show of strength was a huge turn-on, but she wasn’t in a passive mood and refused to be on the bottom for this. The intense orgasm he’d given her had only taken the edge off this insatiable hunger he’d created. She wanted to ride him hard, watch him writhe and struggle for release until she forced him to come undone. But before she could roll away he came down on top of her, blanketing her with his hard weight.

The way he held her down snapped her out of the sensual haze like a shock of cold water in the face. Pinned beneath his powerful, aroused body, the edgy tension inside her instantly transformed from lust into something darker. The pressure in the center of her chest expanded, swelling until her heart slammed against her ribs. A ribbon of alarm curled through her. Things had already gone too far between them. She shouldn’t have given in to the sexual need clawing at her. Not with him. Now that the line had been crossed, they could never go back to just being friends. Now she’d irreparably damaged her relationship with not just him, but his entire family.

Panic and resentment flared to life. She fought the urge to shove him, kick him off her. Her muscles trembled with the need to do just that, but she held back. “Let me go.”

“No.”

His terse reply stunned her. When she tried to push him away, he caught both her wrists and pinned them to the mattress on either side of her head. She tugged to pull free, but he wouldn’t release her.

Frustrated, she glared up at him.

His eyes held a knowing, wicked gleam that caused her heart to stutter. “Fight me.”

What?
The taunt made her bristle. He gazed back at her steadily, waiting. Watching. For what?

Trapped under him, a confusing jumble of emotions began to churn inside her. Sexual need, aching loneliness and ever-increasing anger over her situation. They all roiled together in a volatile mix, straining for release. Being held down only helped the anger burn hotter until it threatened to overtake everything else. He was too strong. Too in control, when she felt exposed and helpless. Was he playing with her?

Her muscles quivered with the need to escape his hold, turn the tables on him. She wanted to tear off his clothes and jump him, make him moan and writhe while she watched. She didn’t want to fight him; she wanted to fuck him.

Even as she thought it, a betraying shudder worked up the length of her spine. Something soft and vulnerable emerged from deep inside her. It rose hesitantly through the layers of conflicting emotions, yearning to break free. She wanted to give in to him. Give him complete control.

Only Liam brought this out in her. It had been so long since she’d felt wanted or even desirable. That hidden, submissive part of her ached for him to hold her down and take her, dominate her. Force her to stop thinking and only feel what he did to her.

Her breathing came faster, nipples aching, skin growing hot all over. The length of his erection pressing into her thigh made the damp flesh between her legs throb unbearably. In a flash of panic, she shoved away the desire to submit.

Glaring up at him in silent warning, she bit out, “Get off me.” If he didn’t, she
would
fight him, and she wouldn’t be gentle about it. Fighting was better than surrendering and making herself vulnerable to him. Already she could feel her control slipping, all the rage she’d kept locked away struggling to escape. Part of her wanted the violence. Craved the outlet for this emotional maelstrom. It scared her. She barely recognized herself right now. Couldn’t make sense of what was happening inside her. “Let me
go
.”

Liam’s fingers squeezed her wrists in a firm but gentle grip as he stared at her with eyes that held an eerie understanding. It infuriated her. “It’s okay, Tal. Fight me.”

His low words broke something inside her. Breathing fast, heart pounding, she gritted her teeth and yanked uselessly against his hands. She didn’t want to hurt him, but she was afraid he’d see her need to surrender and use it to take her apart until she’d given him everything.

Liam didn’t budge when she wrenched against his hold, only raised himself up to watch her face while she struggled. Was he enjoying himself while he screwed with her emotions to get a rise out of her? Irrational anger swamped her, broke through everything else. She twisted and bucked beneath him, an enraged snarl tearing from her throat when she got nowhere. It incensed her that he could render her powerless so easily. As she fought she distantly heard his voice, the quiet words he spoke, but they didn’t register.

Her body had a mind of its own, frantic in its attempt to escape. The ease with which he subdued her only made her angrier. His lower body kept her anchored to the bed, no matter how hard she arched and tried to throw him off. The muscles in her thighs and back burned with the effort.

He wouldn’t let go, didn’t ease up.

She thrashed her head back and forth, perilously close to tears. What the hell did he want from her? She didn’t understand this. Didn’t understand her body’s mindless need to struggle or her inexplicable fury when she couldn’t get free, yet she kept fighting.

Liam thwarted her every move, holding her down, using just enough force to keep her beneath him but never hurting her. Within minutes her muscles were beginning to tire. She felt them growing weaker, heavier, and as the razor sharp edge of anger began to ebb, a huge wave of relief washed over her.

Trembling all over, gasping for breath as the anger dissipated, she shuddered beneath Liam`s weight and let her head drop back. When her body eventually went limp, she closed her eyes in silent acceptance of his victory, unable to bear his gaze.

His grip shifted around her wrists, gentling now, but she didn`t even bother to move her arms. Instead she turned her head away, quaking inside. With the brutal lash of emotion exorcised, all that remained was the aching vulnerability it had shielded. That tender, fragile part of her she’d never allowed anyone to see, because she was so afraid of being hurt again. Life had doled out more than a fair share of disappointment and hardship. If Liam turned her away after this it would destroy her.

“There,” he whispered, his tone soothing and full of an aching approval that triggered something in her that was desperate for more of it. His manacling fingers loosened around her wrists, stroking the skin there gently as he bent and pressed soft kisses across her flushed face.

Her throat tightened but she refused to look at him, afraid of what he’d see in her eyes. She wanted him to hold her like he had before. When he finally released her hands she slid her arms up around his neck and hid her face against him, hanging on tight. Shit, she was shaking from the emotional overload.

This time Liam slid his arms beneath her back, surrounding her instead of immobilizing her. A quiver sped through her muscles.

Grateful for the embrace, she breathed in his spicy cedar scent, basking in the warmth that blanketed her. The throb of arousal that had been doused by her anger unfurled more slowly now but just as powerfully as before. Every inch of her skin tingled, as though her futile struggle had awoken her body. Somehow Liam had understood her need to struggle even when she hadn’t, but now she needed something more. She needed to be
claimed
by him. To feel like she belonged completely to him, even if only for a little while.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

Liam withdrew his arms from beneath her and lifted his head. The tenderness in his expression tightened her throat.

Talia rubbed her cheek against his hand when he cupped it, reveling in the way he slid his fingers into her hair to tip her head back and kiss her. She opened to him immediately, the fire burning hot in her veins. Her thighs parted, allowing him to move between them. She sighed at the pressure of the erection pressing through his jeans against her damp mound. He felt incredible even fully clothed, but she wanted to see him naked, touch him all over. She was starving for the skin-on-skin contact.

Reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, she tugged it up his torso, kissing him deep and slow, tasting the hint of coffee on his tongue. Liam rose to his knees and broke the kiss just long enough to peel the shirt over his head and toss it aside. Her anticipation heightened at the sight of his sculpted torso, the hard planes of his muscles exposed to her gaze, her touch.

Unable to resist, she laid her hands against his hot skin. His heart beat strong and fast beneath her palms. Liam gave a rumble of enjoyment and reached down to undo his jeans. With a muscular twist he shucked them off along with his underwear and she caught a glimpse of his straining cock before he covered her with his body again. The shock of his hot skin against hers dragged a moan out of her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“Christ, you feel good,” he growled, burying his face into the side of her neck.

She shivered, her body going soft and pliant in his embrace. “You too.” Her palms smoothed over his wide shoulders and back, tracing the ridges of muscle. She’d fantasized about what he looked like naked for so long. Seeing him up close, being able to touch him and hold him this close and know what was coming… She could hardly take it all in. But now she wanted him to hurry up and take
her
.

His lips caressed hers, his velvet tongue licking sensually into her mouth. The kiss was possessive, hungry and erotic as hell. “What do you want?” he murmured against her.

“You. Inside me,” she breathed. She wanted to experience all that power filling her, surrounding her as he drove in and out of her.

He raised his head and the trace of amusement in his dark eyes faded when he saw how serious she was. Shifting his weight, he brought the length of his cock against her sensitive mound and rubbed. Her breath caught, fingers digging deep into his back. She tugged at him and wriggled her hips, hoping to hurry him along. But first…

“Let me touch you. Please, Liam, I need to touch you.”

“Hell, you can touch me anywhere you want,” he muttered, raising up on his hands to give her access. The flex and play of the muscles in his arms and shoulders made her giddy. Heart pounding, she stroked her palms over the corded strength, petting the sleek lines of his torso, gliding over his pecs and ridged abs to the straining cock resting between her legs.

His tightly stretched skin, silky soft over underlying steel, fascinated her. He hissed and arched into her touch when she curled her fingers around him. Her inner muscles clenched at the thought of taking him inside her, that thick length stretching and stroking her where she ached so badly. He seemed to pulse in her grip as she caressed him.

With a dark sound of hunger, Liam kissed her and closed his fingers around hers to stop the movement of her hand. Urgency thrummed beneath her skin, growing stronger with every heartbeat. Maintaining her grip, she licked her lips and wrapped her free hand around his neck to lift up and kiss him harder. Devouring her mouth, he lowered her to the bed and let one hand cruise down her throat to her breasts, pausing to tease the nipples as he kissed her senseless. With a soft whimper, Talia released his cock and grabbed hold of his hip, rubbing her open folds against him. Starving for more, trembling with need.

“Hurry,” she urged, afraid she would fly apart without his strength holding her together.

In response, Liam grabbed his jeans and fished a condom from his wallet. Without a word he placed it in her hand and let her roll it down his wide length. When she looked up into his face, the raging heat in his eyes sent a shiver through her. He stretched out atop her again, his jaw tight, nostrils flared. Her breath hitched when the head of his cock lodged against her tender opening.

Breathless with anticipation, she stared up at him. She couldn’t look away from those dark, magnetic eyes.

The hand next to her head fisted in the sheet, as though he needed an anchor as badly as she did. “Hold on tight,” he warned in a taut voice.

She clutched at his back, curling her fingers into him. God, she needed this. Had never needed anything so badly in her life. She was so overwhelmed by the hunger that she didn’t care if this was a bad idea. The naked desire in his expression wracked another shudder out of her, and then all she felt was scalding heat and a heavy stretching as he pushed into her.