She drew her arms up, pausing when she reached her chest. Placing her palms over his, she guided his fingers, encouraging his touch. But Liam refused to follow her lead, instead lifting his hands up, his palms brushing against her nipples.
“More,” she said, arching up.
“We’ll get there. Trust me.”
In this cabin, separated from their day-to-day by a lake? Yes, she trusted him.
“Place your hands over your head and keep them there,” he said, staring down at her.
“Or else?” she challenged raising her one hand while keeping the other on his.
Releasing her right breast, he lowered his mouth to her chest and drew a circle around her nipple with his tongue. He stopped, lifting his head and meeting her gaze. “You will. I know you will.”
Katie did as she was told, her fingers brushing the wooden headboard. He was right. She’d obey his requests without threats or ties binding her to the bed. She’d do it because the sound of his voice was like a caress, and the rewards for following his lead, pure pleasure.
He looked down at her, the expression in his rich brown eyes a potent mix of wicked wants and approval. Lowering his mouth again, he drew her nipple between his lips, sucking, tasting, teasing—and, oh heaven help her, this was what she’d wanted from him.
Keeping her arms over her head, her body writhed against the sheets, craving friction. “More,” she demanded.
He drew his head back and raised an eyebrow.
“You’re not the only one who can give orders,” she said. “Not this time.”
“Honey, in a few minutes, when you say ‘more,’ you’ll be begging.” Trailing kisses over her belly, he moved lower, shifting his body back. He guided her limbs apart, revealing the places he’d touched in the nightclub.
Positioning his broad shoulders between her spread thighs, he ran one finger up and down, taking a detour to draw a small circle around her clit. Katie lifted her head, watching and waiting for more.
Liam met her gaze with a wolfish grin. “I’m going to worship you. The only words I want to hear are ‘more,’ ‘please,’ and ‘yes.’ ”
His tongue replaced his fingers, licking and exploring. Katie allowed her head to fall back, her eyes closing, losing herself in the sensations.
But then he stopped and she ground her teeth together.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice heavy with the need coiling low in her belly.
With one hand, he parted her outer lips. He lowered his mouth and began to tease her, taste her . . . it was everything she needed and wanted from him. He lapped at her entrance, and her hips bucked against his mouth. Slipping one finger inside, his tongue returned to her clit. And, oh God, she was so close.
“More,” she begged. “Please.”
He gave it to her, pushing her further, until her body was like a rope pulled taut, ready to snap. His fingers slipped in and out of her as he drew his lips away. She moaned in protest.
“Come for me,” he ordered. Lowering his mouth, he pressed his tongue against her, firm, demanding, leaving her no choice but to obey.
Her body snapped, breaking apart, her senses, her everything, overrun with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried out, moving wildly, everything seemingly beyond her control as the orgasm raced through her. And then slowly, the explosive sensations faded.
Liam sat up, his hand still gently caressing her. “You’re so wet. So ready,” he murmured.
Hearing the promise of more in his words, she let out a soft moan. It felt as if she’d climbed up to a peak of pure pleasure, a place she hadn’t visited in so long—and she wasn’t ready to leave.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire as he disappeared off the edge of the bed. “Not an inch.”
Through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she heard the rip of a condom wrapper and watched as he covered his impressive length. Then he returned to the bed, his body hovering over hers.
“I can’t wait,” he murmured, pressing against her entrance as his hands ran up her arms, his fingers interlacing with hers.