Twisting my head out of his hold, I buried my face in his throat and whispered, “I’m sorry for being a pussy.”
He snorted, and just like that, the emotional few moments broke as he chuckled at my words. “You have to be a pussy. You got one.”
“Momma ain’t a pussy,” I grumbled, but I was secretly pleased that he was laughing. I’d made things whiny and weird, overly emotional when I should have been trying to entice him into bed. But I’d always been able to make him laugh, and I liked his laughter almost as much as I liked his ass—trust me, the man’s ass was award-worthy.
“Nobody could accuse Lucie Steeler of being a pussy, that’s for sure,” he teased, “but hell, you ain’t your momma, Ama. You’re you. And I love you as you are, even if you’re making me talk about mushy shit.”
I peered up at him, watched him wink, and grinned. When his eyes darkened, I knew what was about to happen, knew it and welcomed it. My breath stuttered in my chest as he tilted his head down and slowly, so slowly it felt like ultra slow-mo, he moved until our lips were a scant hairsbreadth apart.
Unable to breathe, I just waited for him to bridge the gap, to connect us in this way that was purely sensual, truly unlike anything else we’d ever experienced together, and when he finally did it, finally let our lips brush, it felt as though the earth quaked beneath me.
I’d been waiting on his kiss for a lifetime, and he didn’t disappoint.
As his mouth brushed mine, tenderly at first, my eyelids dropped and I shuddered in his arms. He dropped gentle pecks here and there, then he began to nip at my lips before faint licks made an appearance.
My breath began to hiccup from me as he teased me, taunted me into needing more, craving more, wishing for and wanting all he had to give.
My lips parted on a gasp when he sucked my bottom lip between his, and he took swift advantage and thrust his tongue against mine.
And that was it.
Not for him, but for me.
I couldn’t take anymore.
Pulling away from him, moving so fast that I knew I made him jump, I resettled myself so I was straddling him, until my sex and his were almost brushing, and I shoved my fingers through his hair, reuniting our mouths.
The second we were connected once more, a sob of both relief and desire escaped me. I shuddered into the kiss as he took over again, dominating where I needed him to because this was my first real kiss.
It wasn’t stolen from me like some of the idiots at school had tried to. This was purely for me, for us. It meant so much to me and it felt so good I dropped my hands to his shoulders and buried my fingers in the thick pads of muscles there.
His tongue thrust against mine, making me think about what we’d be doing later, and when his hands dropped to my hips? I almost died. Why? Because he ground up as he pushed me down and his cock and my pussy collided.
I tore my mouth from his and whimpered, “Fuck!”
“Fuck’s the right word for it,” he grunted, his head falling back against the sofa headrest. His eyes remained glued to mine as he carried on grinding us together, and Jesus, I was—
“I-I think I’m going to come,” I moaned, my eyes finally closing as a mixture of mortification and need overwhelmed me.
“Open your eyes, Ama,” he growled. “Let me see you. All of you. The real you.”
My throat worked as I tried to force my eyes open, but I could only get them into narrow slits. My vision blurred as his rough touch changed, sped up, and a sharp cry escaped me as the pretty innocent second base took me right where I needed to go.
When another cry escaped me, this time higher and louder, his arms tightened around my waist and he hauled me into him. Before I knew what the hell was happening, I let the release take me, stirring me into a whirlwind that was like nothing I’d experienced on my own.
As the pleasure ricocheted inside me, I grunted when I felt his mouth on my throat. His teeth nipped and sucked, licked and flickered against the sensitive skin, and I shivered as it prolonged the delirium that had overtaken me.
My hips rocked of their own volition as I milked this for everything I could get, but when I finally came down, it was to the wonder that was Ink’s heavy breathing as his own need made itself known to me.
A need he was experiencing for me.
Angling my head to the side, I nibbled on his earlobe, loving his grunt as I teased him in turn. With his hands still on my ass, I wasn’t altogether surprised when he surged upward. Quickly wrapping my legs around his hips, I clung to him as he walked me over to the bed.
With each step we took, I was half certain he’d change his mind.
Why the hell would this gorgeous man, this beautiful soul, want me? I was broken. Wrecked. Even before I’d had a chance to live, Aaron had messed with my head… why would he want that in his life?
And yet, when he tipped back onto the bed, I clung to him harder and squealed with laughter as we both bounced once his back hit the mattress.
Just as he always did, as they did, he took my mind from the past. I forgot my dire thoughts, forgot anything but him as we stared at each other, me down at him, him up at me.
Pressing my hands to his chest, I leaned against him and murmured, “Liam?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “Yeah?”
“I want you.”
His lips twisted with a cocky grin that set me alight. “Yeah? Not as badly as I want you.” With that, he sat up, and his hands went to the hem of my shirt. “You ready?”
“I’ve been ready for years.”
His eyes darkened at that, and then I couldn’t see him as he ripped the tee over my head. For a second, with my head covered, my mind went to a darker place, and then it was gone as I stared into his beautiful face once more.
All the while our gazes were linked, his hands went to my bra. He worked it open, freeing my breasts a second later, but he didn’t look down. Didn’t stare at them like I’d seen some of the brothers stare at tits like they had the answers to world peace scrawled on them. No, he saw me, needed me to the point where I wasn’t just a body. Wasn’t just limbs and body parts that were sexy or appealing to a man.
To him, I was Ama.
And that was somehow the sexiest thing this man could have done. Ours was a highly sexed world. Fucking happened everywhere. It was on tap. The clubwhores pretty much existed for that reason. They were holes for the brothers to fuck—mean of me, I knew, but it was the truth.
I knew, point blank, that wasn’t what I was to Liam, and it made me love him more.
Reaching for his hands, I pressed them to my breasts. When his fingers were there, the callouses scraping over my flesh, I shuddered and murmured, “I’m ready for anything you can throw my way. Although, I’d suggest we postpone the anal until I invest in a butt plug.”
He blinked at me, then burst into chuckles. Though his hooting laughs had my lips twitching, I was actually being serious.
For a few seconds, I let him carry on with the male equivalent of giggling, then I slapped his chest and pouted. “I’m being serious.”
“I know, and that’s what’s even more hilarious.” He curled his lips inward as he stared up at me, and shaking his head, mumbled, “I swear to fuck, Ama, you come out with stuff at the damnedest moments.”
I hitched a shoulder, and was satisfied this time when his gaze dropped to my tits as they jiggled with the gesture. “No point in lying.”