Page 37 of Captivated By You
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
LIAM
Good freaking Christ. My breath trembled and my knees were shaking so hard when she finally let me go, I stumbled backward almost tripping over my shorts pooled at my feet.
That had to have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Or ever done. Getting someone off like Claudia, pure and so damn perfect, made my dick still hard even after she jacked me so hard I thought my balls might explode.
I yanked up my shorts, grunting as I caught the waistband over my dick and pulled my hands down my face.
“Fucking hell, Claudia. What was that?”
She gaped at me, hands still covered in my cum, shirt and shorts wet, and still flushed from the orgasm I gave her. All at once, like I hadn’t just had the orgasm of my damn life, she turned and washed her hands at the kitchen sink.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“Shouldn’t have made me come so hard I thought I was going to die? Yeah,” I laughed. I was fucking laughing. She’d pulled my brain through my dick and I couldn’t see straight. Much less think clearly. “Yeah, that was a bad thing. Definitely.”
She wiped her hands on a towel and peered at me, uncertain. “You’re teasing me.”
God. This girl. Had she never been teased? Or given a fucking compliment?
“Yeah. I’m teasing you. That was so damn hot I’m still shaking.” I held out my hands to prove it to her but didn’t stop walking closer. I hadn’t made out with a girl, fingered her through her clothes since I was fifteen years old and Mary Baker took me into the woods during a summer bonfire and dared me to kiss her. We dated for six months and she was my first. It wasn’t fucking pretty. It was sloppy and over too damn quick, but I’d learn enough in the few months before it took us to go all the way on how to make sure a girl got off before I did.
I’d mastered it since, but sliding my fingers against Claudia’s silky and hot slit had almost been my undoing.
My palms went to her cheeks and without thinking, without hesitation, I yanked her to me until I was pressing my lips against hers. She was ramrod straight, stunned by my move, but quickly relaxed, melted into me. Her hands splayed at my hips, drifted to my back, up and beneath my shirt and then we were moving, heads tilting and tongues sliding and gasping and moaning into each other’s mouths.
And it was insane, this feeling I had for this woman I barely knew but thought of whenever she disappeared from my sight. There was something about Claudia that brought out protective instincts I hadn’t had since Sophie was fucking raped at her first keg party in college, when she called me battered and abused and bleeding from her lip and her cheek when some assholes with small dicks had punched her before tearing off her underwear and assaulted the hell out of her.
I was only sixteen, barely old enough to drive when she’d called me, freaking out. I’d hauled my ass to Lawrence, took her to the police station and then as soon as she’d told me where she was partying, I stormed out of there and proceeded to rain down my own brand of justice before cops showed up, arrested us all, and let me off with a warning and ten hours of community service.
Why did I get off so easily? Because every fucking officer knew they’d do the same damn thing if it was their daughter or their sister or any fucking girl they’d ever said hello to.
Claudia evoked that same damn anger and jealousy and the thought she’d touched other men made me want to slide my tongue so far into her mouth my taste would be branded on her permanently.
Fuck the contract. This girl was so far beyond three pieces of paper and a signed name on a dotted line to me.
I slowed the kiss, keeping my dick away from her where I knew she’d feel how hard I still was. Or again. I had no damn idea but I couldn’t push this farther.
Not yet.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I maintained my hold on her cheeks. Our breathing was harsh, panted, the only sound in the room and it wrapped me in warmth. My hips stung from where she clung to me and I wanted her to press harder. Dig her nails into my hips and ass and back and leave marks on me.
Because I sure as hell planned on marking her. Everywhere.
Fuck. I hadn’t even sunk inside of her and I was already claiming her. Fucking or not, contract or not, this woman was mine.
I didn’t give a shit what the paps said. What happened after we left. I was debating getting on a flight home and getting the shitstorm and gossip over with so we could move on when she pulled back.
Her lips twitched, fighting a grin and she made a face. “I should go get cleaned up.”
My cum had already dried on her shirt and her shorts but who could blame her.
“All right.” I kissed her nose. The corner of her upturned lips. The pink hue on her cheek and her eyebrow. “Come to my studio when you’re done. I want to play something for you.”
“Okay,” she whispered softly.
