I shudder in place.
“I … I—”
Suddenly, he storms at me and pins me to the door with one hand on my throat and the other on my pussy.
I gasp in shock.
“Take you … like this?” he says, his voice low, heady, intoxicating.
And I don’t even know how to respond.
All I can do is whimper.
God, what did he do to me?
He spins me around and pushes me up against the door. “You want me to lick this pussy like it was always mine?”
Oh, God.
I don’t know why, but this dirty talk is such a turn-on, and it’s so goddamn wrong I can’t handle it.
His hand dives between my pants which still cling to my body after the swim. He doesn’t seem to mind as he swipes his hand along my pussy and groans.
“All you had to do was ask,” Liam growls, and he tears me away from the door and drags me all the way back to a tree … the same tree he just threw a rope over mere seconds ago.
What is he planning to do?
I struggle in his arms, but I’m no match for his strength as he grabs my wrists and forces them up against the tree.
“What are you doing?”
He hooks them in place and ties the rope around them. “You want me to take? Then I’ll fucking take from you.”
I’m fucking tied to the tree by my wrists while my feet can barely touch the ground. There’s no way to run, no way to escape, no way to fight, no way to—
All the voices in my head are silenced.
Because his hands are on my waist and tugging down the pants he gave me.
Slowly tugging it down, curling it over my hips, all the way down until my soaking wet panties are the only thing left between him and my naked pussy while he’s on his knees right in front of me.
He tears my pants off, along with my shoes, and then peers up into my eyes just as before when I was sitting on that rock, wondering what it would feel like if I would just … let go.
A filthy smirk forms on his lips as he leans in and presses a sultry kiss to my ankle.
And drags his lips up higher … and higher … and even higher.
Oh, God.
His lips are tantalizing, hot, and so goddamn slow it makes me squirm.
And I can’t help but look down as he gazes into my eyes with the same burning desire brewing in my body.
Why did I say those words? How did I let this happen?
One second, I was cursing him under my breath for doing all of this to me, and then the next, I’m foaming at the mouth at the thought of him … kissing me.
Fuck.