Page 45 of Captivated By You
My cock was trying to punch through my boxer briefs.
A puff of breath fell from her lips to my chest at the contact and she shifted.
Jesus. She rocked her center against my thigh like my hand on her ass was all the warm-up she needed.
“Liam,” she whispered. Eyes slightly wide, for a moment I wondered if it was fear. When she rocked against me, hot and slick, I knew it wasn’t.
It was desire flaring in her fearful little eyes, like she’d never known such pleasure of dry-humping until she got herself off.
I hadn’t done that since I was a teenager but hell if my cock didn’t jump at the idea.
My hand on her ass held her firmly against me, and I shifted, bending my leg until it was at the right angle.
“Liam.”
“You want to use me to get yourself off, go right ahead, sweetheart.”
Magenta stained cheeks and wide brown eyes stared at me. I grinned and pulled her closer. “God, I want to be inside you. I said we’d wait, though.”
“I want it,” she gasped. Her clit ground against my thigh. “I want it with you.”
“Soon.”
“Now,” she practically mewled.
And well…fuck it. Who was I to tell her no again? “Claudia—”
“Please, Liam.” She looked at me with needy, hungry eyes. Hell if I could say no again. “Before we leave the island.”
“Yesterday you were afraid.” Why was I still talking?
“I’m not. Not of you.” She was still grinding. Her wet clit sliding along my thigh. Fuck that was hot. “Not of this.”
“Fuck,” I groaned as her hand on my chest slid down to my junk. It jumped in her hand and she pushed down my boxers.
“You’re making it hard to say no,” I rasped. My forehead pressed against hers. I inhaled the coconut scent of her and lost it.
I’d never taken someone unclaimed, so pure. So damn trusting in me it made my chest hurt.
I’d make it good for her. “Lay back,” I said, pushing her and rolling until I was between her knees, my cock against her bare pussy.
Fucking hell, where was her underwear?
Her hands slid up my arms, hips still arching for contact. Groans filled the room as I nudged the tip of my cock with her slick heat and my arms began shaking from holding back.
“Don’t,” she whispered, lifting her head and brushing her lips against mine. “Don’t hold back.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can handle it.”
I couldn’t. I never wanted to hurt her. Moving down her body, I kissed her everywhere. The curves of her breasts. Her stomach. I played with her nipples and sucked them into my mouth until she mewled and gasped, fingers digging into my hair. And when she was arching her hips, mindlessly searching for something to fill her. I moved further down.
“God, so fucking pink and wet,” I groaned, peppering her inner thighs with kisses. She smelled divine. Like woman and sex and good God, I couldn’t wait.
I stopped trying. I licked her slit, smiling as her fingers clawed at my hair.
“Oh,” she gasped. “That’s…that’s nice.”
