He fingered the side of her panties, then pushed them down. He heard her shaky intake of breath.
He toyed with the neat patch of blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. “I’m going to spend time here too, darling. This pretty pussy, I want to know how it tastes, how hard it squeezes my cock.”
She moaned. “You’re the elegant billionaire, you’re not supposed to be a dirty talker.”
He leaned down and nipped her lip.
“I’m going to have you screaming for me, Aspen. Now—” he spun her “—in the shower.”
She stepped under the water. He heard her soft moan, then she started to wash her hair.
Liam shed his shirt. He had a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing too bad. He unfastened his trousers and pushed them off. He turned, and saw Aspen watching him through the glass. Her hungry gaze roamed his chest, abdomen.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes.” She pressed a hand to the glass and her eyes darkened.
With each beat of his heart, desire was a hard pulse through Liam. He shoved his black boxers off. His already-rock-hard cock sprang free.
He stepped into the shower behind her.
When she moved to turn, he held her in place, his front pressed to her back. His cock nestled against her toned ass.
Water rained over them. She smelled like his soap.
He squeezed some shower gel into his hand quickly washed himself—he wanted any remnants of the river gone.
Next, he poured more gel on his palm and smoothed it down her arms, then cupped her breasts.
“Yes.” She moaned, her sleek body rubbing against his.
He slid his hand down her belly, felt her quick intake of breath, her muscles tensing. “Spread your legs for me, darling.”
Her breathing turned choppy, but she did as he asked.
“Are you wet for me, Aspen?”
“Yes.”
He skimmed his hand down between her legs. Then he pushed two fingers inside her tight pussy.
“Oh, God.” Her head flew back against his shoulder.
“Aspen.” His own desire was hot and out of control, battering inside him.
He thrust his teasing fingers into her, his thumb finding her slick clit.
The throb of his cock was relentless. He was going to lose his mind if he didn’t have her soon.
“Liam… I’m close.”
“You’re not coming on my fingers the first time, my darling Aspen. You come with my cock deep inside you.”
He pulled his fingers free. She turned and pressed her mouth to his chest. She bit his pec.
He groaned. His cock pressed to her belly, and as her mouth moved on his skin, her soapy hands found his cock.
Bloody hell.
She pumped him with slick fingers. His cock pulsed against her fingertips.
“So hard,” she murmured. “Even your cock is handsome and elegant.”
“You want my cock, Aspen?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He had no condoms in the shower, so he quickly turned the water off, then lifted her off her feet.
She gasped.
He carried her to the large marble vanity, and set her on the edge.
Damn, she was gorgeous. Her hair looked darker when wet, her skin slick, and that tight, athletic body begged to be touched.
He nudged her legs apart. Then he opened the drawer beside them and found some condoms. He tore one packet open.
She watched him slide it on.
“You are perfection,” she said.
“No one’s perfect.”
“You’re close. Like Adonis. Like some perfect marble statue come to life.”
“Well, one part of me feels as hard as marble.”
She laughed, but when he dragged the head of his cock through her slick wetness, it turned into a strangled moan.
“Damn, look what you’ve done to me, Aspen.” He was as hard as steel.
She shifted back, one hand gripping the edge of the marble. The other clutched at his bicep.
“Do it,” she said. “Fill me up, Liam.”
He groaned. “Watch.” For some reason, it felt important that she watched when he joined them.
He pushed inside her. They both watched her body take his cock.
“Ah, God.” She tensed.
He pulled back, then thrust all the way inside her. Her cries echoed off the tiles. Like a man possessed, he started thrusting into her. “Take me. All of me.”
“Yes, yes.” She wrapped her arms around him and met his thrusts.
He gripped her hips. His mouth was on hers, then he dragged it down her throat, bit her.
“Liam.”
“You’re mine now, darling, aren’t you?”
Her inner muscles clenched on his cock. “Yes.”
Fuck. He wouldn’t last long.
He slid a hand between them and found her swollen clit. He flicked it, then moved lower. He stroked where she was stretched around his thrusting cock.
“You fit me perfectly. Made for me.” He rubbed her clit again.
“Liam!” She threw her head back, her orgasm tearing through her.
Her body spasmed, then her pussy was milking him.
Damn. Fuck. Liam stiffened, and his own climax hit. He groaned, thrusting deep as his cock pulsed and he came inside her.
Aspen
Oh, boy.
When I made a mistake, I went big.
Right now, with my body loose, and liquid pleasure still filling my belly, it was hard to dredge up much regret.
Liam dropped a kiss to my lips. “Don’t move.”
He pulled out and I felt every inch of him. I moaned a little and bit my lip.
With a smile, he strode to the trashcan, taking care of the condom. I took the opportunity to admire his firm ass.
The man was built lean and delicious. And he knew how to pleasure a woman. Very well. I shivered. I wasn’t sure I could move off this vanity anyway. I was pretty sure my legs wouldn’t hold me.
He came back. Mmm, I wasn’t sure if I preferred the front view or the back of him more.
“Warm now?” he asked with a smile.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He scooped me up. I really, really liked him carrying me. Did women have some deep, primitive thing about liking when a man carried her around? Maybe it was left over from caveman days?
He carried me to his bed and set me down. I stretched out and he laid down beside me.
“You look smug,” I said.
“I just got what I’ve wanted from the first moment I saw you take that man down at Zane and Monroe’s charity event. You naked in my bed.”
He’d wanted this from the first moment? “It’s a nice bed.” I stroked the covers. Then I let my gaze drift up that delicious body of his.
“Anything else you like?” He stretched out beside me.
I crawled over to him and ran my hand up the corded muscles of his thigh. Then I tickled my fingers across his abs. His cock started swelling again, and I scratched the skin on his stomach lightly with my nails.
“Maybe,” I murmured.
He made a low, sexy sound.
“Well, I think in order for me to give you what you want,” I said silkily, “you should give me something in return.”
I took the hot, velvet length of his cock in hand and stroked.
He made a deep sound. Yes, growl for me, Liam.
“Are you blackmailing me again, Ms. Chandler?”