“What’re you doing?” I ask when she ambles into the last stall. It’s empty. Pops uses it for extra storage. There’s nothing in here but a few bridles, a saddle, and some spare hay.
With a shrug, she takes a big swig of her blackberry wine before setting it on top of an old crate. “Just exploring. Mind shutting that door behind you?”
Suddenly I’m short of breath. I don’t know what she’s up to, but I can already tell I’m gonna like it. Dust flies as the old wooden door settles into place, causing Nya to break out in a bit of a sneezing fit.
“Much better,” she says after rubbing her nose on the back of her hand to work the tickle out.
“Feeling the need for some privacy?”
Nodding, she gives me a coy look. “I was wondering if maybe you could help me out with something, actually?” She leans her shoulder against the wall of the stall before turning her face up to mine. Her brown eyes grow wide when the wood creaks behind her.
“Anything.”
“You see, I have this list… and you know how anal I am about checking off every single item.”
My pulse speeds up as she retrieves the familiar piece of paper from her coat pocket and unfolds it.
“Apparently you are the final item on my Thanksgiving ‘to do’ list.”
“Is that so?” Wonder how that happened?
“Mm-hmm.” She flips the sheet of paper around so I can read it. “Says it right here.”
With my teeth firmly clamped on the corner of my lip, I pretend to mull it over as I examine my name written big in obnoxious red ink. “This item looks really important, with the red lettering, and it’s much larger than the rest.”
Her throat moves with a hard swallow and her eyes flutter. “So large.” Her hand moves to cup my dick, and I swear I could come from her touch alone. I’ve wanted her for so long.
“Are you sure?” The desire to punch myself the moment the question rolls off my tongue is strong, but she was so adamant on waiting. I don’t want to do anything she might regret in the morning and screw up all the progress we’ve made.
Her big doe eyes narrow, and she levels me with a look that screams, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I just wanna be sure.” I throw my hands back in surrender. “We’ve been drinking.”
“That didn’t stop you from marrying my ass, did it?”
Touché.
Nya
Dead of winter
“You still having regrets about that?”
With a firm grip on the front of his shirt, I pull him closer. “Not one.” The truth behind those words would probably frighten me if I wasn’t already so afraid he might leave me unsatisfied. It would be no more than I deserve for holding him at arm’s length the way I have.
Liam clutches my chin in his thumb and forefinger, lowering his head agonizingly slow. The nearer his deliciously stubbled face draws to mine, the more the air seems to be sucked from the room. His presence is stifling in the best possible way. He brushes the tip of my nose with his. Once. Twice. His alcohol-soaked breath, coupled with the scent of his cologne, sends warmth rushing to my core. My entire body responds to him, pulsating with the need to taste his lush lips.
He braces a hand on the wood just above my head and it gives a little, causing me to jolt. The hunger in his gaze as he stands there like an Adonis, hulking over me—drinking me in—has me squirming like a worm on a hook. But I’m not wiggling to get away. No, sir-ree. I want to be caught. To be devoured by this man.
With a patience I no longer possess, he begins to leisurely nip at the corners of my lips. My neck. He moves lower, to the tops of my breasts, and I nearly combust at the feel of his coarse scruff brushing over the sensitive flesh. My nipples pebble, and an electric current travels right to my already throbbing center.
Unable to endure the slow pace any longer, I grip the sides of his face, angling my head to align our mouths. “Kiss me. Dammit, Liam, don’t be a tease.” My urgency is rewarded with a feral growl as Liam springs to action.
His tongue pushes into my waiting mouth… seeking and taking complete control. I’m more than willing to relinquish it. To relinquish it all—the pain, the longing, the fear I’ve been holding on to like a safety net for all these years.
My God… The way this man kisses—with his entire being—not just a tangle of lips and tongues, but an erotic dance. Kissing Liam is an art. With each stroke of his warm tongue, I feel worshipped…revered.
He takes his time making love to my mouth, reminding me of exactly what I would have been giving up in trying to move on with Ryder. Showing me without words how foolish I was to ever think I could.
There’s no one else for me; it’s more obvious than ever. What we share goes so much deeper than a physical connection. We’re bonded at a molecular level. Scarred on one another’s hearts. Engraved on each other’s souls.
“Liam,” I mewl.
“Missed you,” he moans, biting down gently on my lower lip. “I’ve missed you so damn much.” He grips my zipper, lowering it as he kisses a path along my jaw to my neck. Then he pushes my coat over my shoulders, letting it fall to the dusty floor. It briefly crosses my mind to pick it up, my OCD creeping in, but that thought passes just as quickly as it invades my lust filled haze. Now is not the time to worry about such things.
“Te quiero,” I moan, writhing against him, desperately trying to guide him with my body. To show him what I need. I’m seconds away from begging. “Te quiero…” I want you…
He swallows my plea, tugging my lower lip with is teeth. “More,” he rasps into my mouth, his breath fevered. “Tell me exactly what you want?”
“You. I want you. All of you.”
“You can do better than that.” He grips the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging gently, and holy fuck is it hot. “Tell me.”
Tears spring to my eyes as his hold tightens. “Make love to me, husband.” My hands rake through his hair as he stares deep into my eyes. “Right here, up against this wall. Make me yours again.”
Liam rakes his eyes over my body. “Fuck. You’re beautiful. Perfect, Nya. Just fucking perfect.”
“Please…” There it is. I’m begging, and I don’t even have the sense to care, because right now there is absolutely nothing in the world I want more than this man inside of me…not even my next breath.
Dramatic? Maybe. But one hundred percent true.
Liam gives my hair another tug to position me just the way he wants before bringing his mouth to the column of my neck. He pops a few buttons on my shirt, exposing my breasts.
“No bra?”
I clear my throat, trying to locate my voice. “Thought we might need easy access.”
He steps into me, so his hard cock is pressed to my abdomen. Then he cups my right breast in his hand. “It’s like you had this planned.”
A laugh erupts from my chest, but it’s breathy and wanting and not the slightest amused. “I think this has been the longest day of my life.”
“I’ll make it worth it,” he assures me before lowering his lips to take one swollen bud into his mouth. He laps at the sensitive flesh, working me into a frenzy while tugging the button at my waist.