I pulled her down onto the bed while I grabbed a forkful of dessert. Placing it against her lips, I watched her mouth part as her long lashes fluttered down so it looked like they were resting on her cheeks. “Oh my God, that’s heaven,” she moaned in the midst of her mouth being full.
Chuckling, I put the fork down and took a long pull of my champagne, trying to drown my oncoming excitement. We still had a bottle of champagne to go through and a tray filled with dessert. It was too soon to start feeling randy.
When Chelsea took my still half-full glass from me and climbed onto my lap, my proper intentions started to fizzle out. Her robe was parted enough for me to see her bare legs wrapped around my robed hips. Then she reached to the side to grab the fork and scooped up another piece of cream cheese.
“You have to try this.” She placed the forkful against my lips, forcing me to open my mouth.
When the food hit my tongue and I started to swallow, my moan matched hers. She took turns, feeding herself then me until the entire cake was gone.
She set down the fork and made a face. “Oops. We ate it all.”
I threw back my head and laughed at her play of innocence. If I hadn’t known better, I just might have believed her. But Chelsea, I was learning, had quite the appetite for dessert—something I should have found out during our five-course meal the other night, but after the fourth course, we’d just repeated courses one through four over and over again.
She handed my glass of champagne back to me, and we both took sips, our eyes locked and connected while the alcohol slipped down our throats and burned through our veins. I wanted so badly to kiss the woman who playfully swiped at her lips when she finished her glass. But for the first time ever, in the presence of a female I liked, I didn’t know what to do. I worried about making the wrong move, saying the wrong thing, pushing too hard. Ultimately, I worried that if I slipped up, Chelsea would want to end things, like she’d mentioned the other day. I didn’t know how this thing between us would play out, or what the wrong thing was versus the right, but I knew with every fiber of my body that I didn’t want it to end.
Chelsea tilted her head and smiled back at me with half-drawn eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Setting my glass on the tray beside us, I turned back to her with a shake of my head. “I don’t think I should tell you.”
Her hand moved to my cheek and ran against the bristles of the facial hair I’d trimmed to a perfect scruff that morning in anticipation of tonight. My heart was batting away in my chest. “Oh, I think you should.”
I wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her locked to me as I shook my head again. “Maybe it’s your turn to tell me your thoughts.”
Chelsea moved her hand down to my chest, spreading my robe as she went. “How about I show you?”
I swallowed, bracing myself as she undid the fabric rope knotted at my waist. “I promise to pay very close attention.”
When her hand wrapped around my thick shaft, I bit my bottom lip, muffling my guttural reaction to her touch. There was nothing better than Chelsea’s small but strong hands gripping me like I was her personal plaything, there to stroke, squeeze, jerk, and fuck however she pleased.
Her smile was infectious as she leaned down and kissed me, her firm lips soft and wet as they trapped mine. Meanwhile, her movements quickened down below.
I was just starting to get used to her rhythm when she released me, pulled her robe open below, and centered herself over my cock. I watched her with so much pleasure as she sank down around me, shuddering at my base.
“Fuck me,” I cursed against her lips.
Something about Chelsea Banks made me completely lose my mind when I was buried inside her, like I was a Lost Boy flying through Neverland for the very first time, and her pussy was the fairy dust that made me believe.
“That’s the plan,” Chelsea responded coyly as she latched onto my shoulders and picked up her speed.
And off she went, bucking over me like she was racing for the finish line. To where, I had no clue, but I wasn’t about to stop and ask. I undid the knot that kept her robe pulled together on top then yanked it apart, freeing her breasts and attacking one with my tongue, then my mouth. I sucked her until she cried out, warning me of her oncoming release.
I flipped her onto her back, shoving the material of her robe out of the way then entering her again. Picking up her hips, I deepened my thrusts, trying to steady my pace to make sure she was right there with me. The second she squeezed around me was all the signal I needed to let go.
“This is exactly why I wanted to be careful with you,” Chelsea said through her heavy breathing.
I lowered myself around her, propping myself up by my elbows and kissing her softly on the lips. “Why’s that?”
She touched my lips, her eyes searching mine. “You’re an addiction, Liam Colborn. One I can’t afford to get hooked on.”
I ran my lips against her collarbone and worked my way up her neck to her mouth. When I pulled away, I looked deep into her eyes. “Well, that’s going to be a problem. Because I’m already hooked on you, Chelsea Banks, and whatever this is between us—I won’t make it easy for you to quit.”
28
Chelsea
Every day that went by wound my chest up a little bit tighter. Three weeks had officially gone by since Liam had arrived at the Hogues’ manor, marking one week left in his original plan to stay. He hadn’t mentioned his plans to leave, and I hadn’t asked him—mostly out of fear of knowing the answer.
However, the last weekend in Newport had definitely changed things for us—when we’d thrown all caution to the wind and stopped questioning the rights and wrongs of our relationship. Well, we’d stopped questioning it out loud. In my heart and head, my anxiety about the unknown was brewing like an approaching storm. I knew its wrath was coming, and I’d done a shitty job of preparing for the destruction.
I’d already attempted to board up the windows to my heart, but as soon as they’d been nailed shut, Liam had come along and busted right through them. To be fair, it hadn’t taken much. I was weak in his cyclone, only finding peace in the eye of the storm. Luckily, I was smart enough to know it couldn’t last forever. That had to give me some sort of advantage over the situation.
All I could ask myself was, What’s next?
During the days and evenings following our little getaway, the twins were the perfect distraction to keep my thoughts and eyes off Liam—until my off-hours, when he would find a way to sneak me off to breakfast or dinner on his bike, depending on my schedule. Somehow, he always knew exactly when it was.
It also meant my writing time was zilch. My editor had returned her notes, and they had been haunting me, causing guilt to settle in whenever I chose to spend my free time with Liam.
“Dinner tonight,” Liam whispered to me in the threshold of the twins’ bedroom. “There’s a place downtown I’d like to try.”
“I should get some writing time in,” I told him with a frown. I hated having to reject him, but I also couldn’t get too far behind on my goals.
He pouted his lips, showing his disappointment, then he nodded. “Okay, then let’s go somewhere right now.”