“We do?”
“Well, don’t you?”
Liam’s hands hooked beneath her ass after they finished their ascent beneath her dress. “I’m not talking about me. I’m very open about what kind of slutIam, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Mmhmm.”
“I’m asking about this other mysterious man I may or may not get to ever meet. Come on. When do I get to tag-team you, this timeknowingly?”
“You just want to high-five him in the Eiffel Tower.”
“Every weekend, love. Give me his address.”
Her toes wiggled in the air after she let her shoes slip off and land on the floor. “Maybe that can be arranged. I’d have to ask what he thinks, first.”
“He thinks it’s a super hot idea.”
I wonder…Benson would probably be up for it once in a while. But what if the moment came along where he wanted something more serious from Eden?What if he wants to marry me? Then what?She was getting ahead of herself. She wasn’t quite in the Bridget Jones quandary yet.I loved those movies growing up…The first one was released right before she was born!
“You and me first,” she teased. “Right here. On your kitchen counter.” Eden sat up again. This time, she toyed with the hemof his sweater, antsy to pull it over his head and to get to his solid yet soft chest.Can’t wait to feel it pressing against me again…“Think about all the nasty things you want to do with me while you fuck me.”
He pulled her toward him again. This time, her thighs were locked on his waist. Tingles spread through her body – the kind that readied her for the oncoming onslaught that was sure to make her come right here on the counter.How many women has he screwed in his kitchen, anyway?She’d bet not many.
Liam kissed her.Kissedher so hard that she was almost knocked back again. Yet Eden held on, her tongue slamming against his as they felt one another up on the counter, careful not to bump into the hot mug of tea until Liam shoved it to the other end of the island. As his lips made love to her throat, leaving a haughty little hickey right next to where Benson had been only the night before, Eden reveled in howwantedshe was by these men.
They didn’t just want her in the moment… they had pursued her. Asked for her. Done things to her, again and again, even though there were other women out there.
Eden moaned when Liam reached between her legs and liberated her mound from her underwear. Soon enough, he was one knuckle deep, amping up her hunger for more.
He broke the kiss, panting, his head resting against hers. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal. His fingers, still slick with her wetness, retreated. She shivered at the sudden loss. Surely, he'd rectify this soon.
“Look what you do to me,” he murmured.
His hand found hers, guiding it down between their bodies. He pressed her palm against the hard bulge straining behind his zipper. With a flick of his wrist, Liam unzipped himself. The sound of metal teeth parting was shockingly loud in the quiet kitchen. He was hot. Hard. Ready.
But he didn’t enter her. Instead, he wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. “Make me ready for you,” he demanded.
Eden’s fingers curled around him, indulging for a moment in the rigidity that she craved inside her right now. She began to stroke, her movements slow and achingly deliberate. She watched Liam's face, the way his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with lust as she worked him to fully erect. He was letting her take control, if only for a moment. It was a gift. And she savored every second – and inch – of it.
When he was pulsing in her hand, so hard it was almost painful, he stopped her. “Enough."
He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing and taunting. He didn’t slam into her like Benson had. He entered her slowly, inch by agonizing inch, his gaze locked on hers as she struggled to keep her eyes open as her hands wrapped around the back of his head. He made her gasp at just how delightful it was to be so naughty in a man's kitchen.
He wasn't playing anymore.
Liam's thrusts were deep, rolling motions that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. His hands roamed over her curves, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both tender and commanding. He was everywhere. In her, on her, around her. And Eden, in that moment, was completely and utterly his.
No one else's. Not even her own, whoever she was.
I don’t want this to ever end.The way these men made love to her was divine bliss. Even at their roughest, her pleasure was at the center of attention. And even at their naughtiest, she never once felt like she was somehow lesser than them – let alone lesser than she had been only a year ago. If anything, she had never felt more alive.I’ve never felt more wanted.
Her thighs were a vise around Liam’s waist, holding him inside of her as they let off a little of the steam that had been building up between them all night.
“Take me to bed,” she murmured in his ear as he continued to cover her skin in kisses.
“Nowshe wants to go to bed…” Liam drummed his fingers on the counter. “After she got me all hard and trapped inside her hot, delicious cunt.”
“Ooh, say it again.”