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My voice must come out distorted through all those teeth on display, but April understands me just fine when I say, “I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. To save both of our asses.”
April crosses her arms, pouty and childish, and turns her back to me. I’m eating her spite by the spoonful. She must know a good plastic surgeon to recommend, right? Because this conceited smile is going nowhere; it’s only growing bigger. Someone will need to surgically remove it from my face.
She pivots on her heels with a finger already in the air, wielding it in my face. “Don’t you dare be pragmatic right now. Another woman kissed you and you didn’t seem a tiny bit bothered. Or even sorry. So back the hell off because I have every right to be pissed about it, okay?”
“Okay,” but fuck, it’s physically impossible to put on a straight face when she’s showing her hand for the first time. Does she even realize it?
“First of all, I am sorry. If it was the other way around and I saw another man kissing you, I’d be in jail.” Her eyes find mine and soften a little.
“Second, that was Mia, so no, I’m not bothered. I’m downright disturbed. In dire need of selective amnesia to block, to purge that moment out of my mind.” April kind of, almost, smiles at my theatrics and I run with that win. “I don’t want or see any other woman, April. There’s only you.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and my arm stops midair, on its way to set that lip free. It’s mine to bite, lick, suck. Stretch it around my…
“Tell you what. We can trust Noah to keep Mia safe. So how about we call it a night and go back to your place?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
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Liam is waiting for me in my bed when I get home. He left the party first, and Terry drove me here about fifteen minutes later. The carpeted floors mute my heels and I make my way in unannounced. I’m rewarded with a rare instance: Liam relaxed.
Shoes off, legs crossed at the knees. His navy suit jacket lies next to him, folded neatly on my pillow. His white shirt is unbuttoned and untucked, showcasing his hard earned muscles. And the most bizarre occurrence of the scene playing out before me—his eyebrows are not knitted together.
Can he get any sexier? I’m sure he could, just to annoy me.
When he spots me gawking from the doorway, Liam moves with the prowess of a lion. Lowering his feet to the floor and standing in one continuous, hypnotic motion, he reaches me with his long strides and wipes the perverted smile off my face with a kiss.
“Welcome home, beautiful.” He kisses me some more before I say anything back. It was nothing more important or better than his lips on mine, anyway.
Liam pulls me inside the bedroom and I lift my arms around his neck. I hook one leg around his thigh, and just as I'm about to put the other one on his waist, he stops me by pushing my body against a wall. My legs drop to the floor while my hands grip the collar of his shirt. He untwines my fingers and warns me, “If you need to hold on to something, use my head.” And then he drops to his knees.
I’m hit with deja vu. Reverse deja vu? Is there such a thing? He’s mirroring our first night together. We started just like this, only the roles are now the other way round. If this is not a good omen, I don’t know what is.
“I’ve been dying to do something since we went out in that garden,” he says, giving wings to my imagination before turning me around and freeing me from my skirt. It goes down with my panties and I step out of both. I turn back around in time to see him kicking them to the side.
“Not taking those as a souvenir? A prop for a new video? What? Not a fan of bright pink?” I tease as he stares at the junction of my thighs, further ignoring my discarded lingerie.
“I’m a fan of anything that smells of your pussy, Doc.” Clench. “But I have different plans for tonight. Let me tell you what came to mind when I went outside for a smoke.”
Please do. I feel like I might die if he doesn’t right about now.
“Those things will kill you, by the way,” I say with a sober tone and with all the authority my doctor title grants me. I say it to break some of his hold on me, but it doesn’t even dent it. Nothing can pierce through the lust so heavy in the air or change the tune of anticipation we’re both clearly entranced by.
“This might just change your mind.” He pulls his cigar case from his back pocket. It’s a metallic, double cigar case. It holds two cigars side by side and mimics their shape. And from the look in Liam’s eyes, I’m about to get fucked by it.
Liam sits back on his heels and watches me, as if the sight of a half naked me is enough of a show for him to indulge for hours. He puts the case down and I stagger my exhale. He must be testing my sanity.
He unbuckles his belt, zipping his pants down next. His eyes never leave mine. My eyes never leave his hands. He pulls his rock hard cock out and jerks himself slowly. I widen my stance. Even though I’m leaning against the wall, I still need help not to fall on my ass if he's going to do that.
Liam stops his performance to pull on the back of my thigh and bring my foot to sit on top of his knee, opening me up for him. I can feel the heat and wetness in my core. From his front row seat, I’m pretty sure he can see it too.
“Are you ready for us, Doc?” I clench hard at the sound of ‘us’, the sound of my nails scratching the wall, loud and unmistakable.
As if that wasn’t enough of an answer, I manage to say yes, and Liam gives me his widest smile yet.
He uses his hands to spread me open and dives in with his talented lips and tongue. I have one hand on the wall and another tangled in his hair as he eats me out. First, it’s as if he’s starving, but time goes by and I change his diagnosis to insatiable. God forbid there’s a cure.
Liam’s thick, soft tongue laps at my bundle of nerves. He knows how to alternate between teasing, gentle strokes, then punishing, hard ones. There’s not an inch of my pussy that hasn’t been licked, sucked, cherished by him.