“I will. Tell Dad I said hi. I’ll call tomorrow night.”
When he hit End, we stood there staring at each other. The sexual attraction between us was insane. If I thought I could get away with it, I would have stripped down and asked him to screw me up against the restaurant window.
Wait. Didn’t I write that in a book once?
“I’ve got to tell you, Amelia, my cock is rock hard.”
Slipping closer, I cupped him and lifted my brows. He wasn’t lying. He was hard and huge.
It was worth repeating. Thank God for the extra-large condoms.
The ride up the elevator nearly killed me. An older couple was on the same floor as mine so Liam and I waited not-so-patiently behind them. His thumb brushed across the skin of my back, driving me insane. The older couple chatted nonstop about some charity event as Liam’s hand moved down to my ass. I gasped when he pinched it. The old man glanced over his shoulder at us.
“Good evening, sir,” Liam said in that damn Australian accent. The guy smiled, then turned straight ahead. When Liam’s hand snaked around to my front, I stepped to the side. No way was I going to let him touch me with people standing there.
The doors opened and Liam dragged me out and past the couple. “Room number?”
I was dizzy with desire. “Um, twenty twenty-four.”
At my hotel room door, Liam’s hands desperately tried to find a way under my dress. I fumbled for my room key while trying not to pant like the sex-starved woman I’d become.
“Hurry, love,” he said. “I’m aching to be inside of you.”
The lock made a sound and we were soon pushing through the door and into the room. I’d never acted this way before, but there was something about Liam. Something that made me crave him. I could practically smell the sex in the air.
Our hands roamed everywhere, and we soon stood naked in front of each other.
“Fucking hell, you’re sexier than I imagined,” Liam said, his hand bringing my nipple up to his waiting mouth.
My head dropped back as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Yes! God, yes! I have condoms!”
He chuckled against my breast and pulled back to look at me. “No foreplay, Amelia?”
“Screw foreplay, Liam. I haven’t had sex in a year. I want to be fucked six ways to Sunday.”
With his hand cupping my pussy, I let out a moan. “You’re not shy, my sweet Amelia Parker.”
Not wanting to wait a second more, I reached for my purse. Pulling out a condom, I dropped to my knees. Cradling his balls in one hand, I slowly ran my other one over his hard length.
Oh, yes. He was huge. I was going to be sore. And this was going to be amazing.
I ripped open the condom and slowly sheathed Liam. His moans and hiss had me dripping wet with desire.
He reached down and grabbed my arms, pulling me back up.
“Turn around. I want to take you over this table.”
Smiling, I did as he said. When my breasts hit the cool surface of the wood, I gasped. The feel of Liam’s fingers slipping inside me caused me to let out a long, low groan.
“Yes!” I panted as he pushed my legs apart. From behind was probably going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but I didn’t care. I was acting like a crazed woman. I’d never wanted to be fucked so much and so roughly in my entire life.
“Fuck me now and stop making me wait, Liam.”
He pushed in and I let out a loud whimper-groan, grabbing the sides of the table.
“You okay?” Liam asked, slowly pulling out and then going back in even slower. Pure, unadulterated, blissful torture.
“Yes, keep going!” I panted as I tried to relax around his girth.
“Give me ten seconds to adjust to you. You’re so fucking tight I’m going to come before we even get started.”
He gently ran his fingers over my ass as he worked his way in and out, causing goosebumps to race across my body.
“You feel so damn good, baby,” he said.
I glanced over my shoulder and smiled. “No small talk, Liam. Fuck me. Hard and fast.”
Liam did just that. After screaming out his name on the table, I called it out again while he fucked me against the wall, on the sofa, in the shower, then one last time in the massive, king-sized bed.
I was spent and my body ached. I’d never been fucked with such commitment and ferocity. We certainly hadn’t made love, and I was perfectly fine with that.
“You’re going to be sore, love,” Liam whispered as he pulled my body flush against his.
“Hmm.”
I waited for that pull in my chest at his use of a pet name, but it never came. Letting it go, I slowly let myself drift off to sleep.