Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on, kissing him back with every ounce of need that had been building inside her for days. He kissed her harder, grinding their mouths together while his groin pushed against hers. She felt him, hard, solid, and wanted him more than ever.
When he tore his mouth from hers, she nearly shouted at him to come back. But he took a step to the door, flipped the dead-bolt lock, then was back with her a half second later.
“No interruptions.”
“Good idea,” Chloe muttered, mouth dry, heartbeat racing. “So I’m guessing you’re still interested after all.”
His mouth quirked. “You could say so. Damn, Chloe, I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” She cupped his face with her hands. “So get busy already.”
“I really like you...”
“Same,” Chloe muttered. Then she didn’t say one more word when his fingers worked the button fly of her jeans and then pushed them down past her knees. She tried to step out of the damn things, but her boots were in the way and he was touching her, and suddenly she could hardly stand in the wash of sensation pouring through her.
She didn’t have to think or do anything to save herself because Liam was there. He pulled her boots off and slid her jeans free, then lifted her and turned for the wall, slamming her back up against it.
“Nice later,” he ground out, undoing his jeans and freeing himself. “Fast now.”
“Yes,” she agreed, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her gaze locked with his, and she saw the flames in those lake-blue eyes and knew the passion was burning inside her, as well.
He pushed inside her and Chloe gasped at that first, intimate invasion, then gave herself over to the wonder of it. Her mind raced, her pulse jumped into a gallop, her body shook and shuddered with each of his thrusts. What he could do to her should have been illegal, and she was grateful it wasn’t. Her head tipped against the wall, she stared blindly at the ceiling as Liam claimed her fast and hard.
Expectation rose up inside her as her body tightened, clenching around his. It had been days since she’d felt this good. This right. Trembling, holding her breath, she leaped into the fire and tightened her grip on him as she reached that elusive peak. Chloe bent her head and buried her face in his shoulder, muffling the helpless scream that rattled through her throat as her body shattered.
And what felt like an instant later, Liam groaned through gritted teeth and shuddered in her arms, his body rocking, rocking, as he found the same magic that he’d shown her.
Breathless and achingly aware of just how good it felt to be joined to him, Chloe took a long breath and let it out again. When she lifted her head and looked at him, she whispered, “I’m starting to think of this against-the-wall maneuver as ‘our thing.’”
He snorted a laugh and shook his head. “You are the damnedest woman. I swear I don’t understand you at all.”
She tipped her head to one side and met his gaze squarely. “So many people say that, and I don’t know why. I’m completely upfront about what I want. Why’s that hard to understand?”
He lifted her off him, then set her on her own two feet again. While they dressed, he said, “I keep expecting you to be one thing but you’re not. Then I forget and you surprise me again.”
“That’s a lovely thing to say.” She liked surprising him. The way his eyes fired when he looked at her always surprised her with a jolt. It was nice to know she could return the favor.
“Figures you’d like that.”
“See?” She grinned. “You understand me better than you think you do.”
He buttoned his jeans, then walked up to her. “Look, when you got here, I didn’t come to you because I didn’t want you to think I brought you here for sex.”
“Why not?” Shaking her head, she asked, “Did it seem to you that I didn’t like what we did in Houston? Why wouldn’t I want more of it?”
“Surprised again,” he muttered. “Most women would have been pissed that I’d assumed we’d be sharing a bed.”
“I’m not most women, Liam,” she reminded him. “And we already shared a bed—and a floor and a wall—so what’s the problem?”