Chapter 7

Kayla

Liam's kisses send me soaring. With his mouth on mine there's nothing wrong in my life. It's like I already have everything I want. His fingers moving tantalizingly between my legs has me shaking in his arms.

"Tell me you're mine," he says, pulling back.

The loss of his warmth on my lips and the look in his eyes sends me into a tailspin. He's ravenous, and it isn't for the abandoned pizza on the couch. I want so badly to tell him. My heart is screaming it. He has to know it's true with the way I'm shaking, but…

Before I think about the absolute tantrum my father would throw if he knew where I was, what kinds of things I've been dreaming about, I curl my fingers into Liam's shoulders and tug him close again.

"Liam," I murmur, pressing so close to him I can feel every muscle outlined beneath his shirt. I grind desperately against the hard bulge in his pants, sighing when it twitches. "Make me yours."

It's the best promise I can give him. Am I ready to lose everything for this man?

When he grips my waist and kisses me again, I don't think I'm losing anything at all. He's already given me one of the best days of my life. Simple, but honest. Every glance, every touch, every word was real.

I work my way under his shirt, digging into his hard, hot flesh. I need so much more. He lifts me and lays me down on the couch, flicking the pizza box to the floor. His grin devours me as he begins unbuttoning my blouse. I wriggle and reach for his tattooed arms, then go still when he has my top open. Pushing up my bra, he cups each breast, making my hips rise.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Kayla," he growls low. He tweaks my nipples, then drops to kiss each one, licking his way down my stomach. How can I be burning up but still have goosebumps everywhere. His low chuckle as he drags his mouth lower has me reaching for his hair, impatient for more.

Instead of messing around with getting my skirt open, he shoves it up around my waist, one hand sliding up my thigh to tease the edges of my panties. Resting his chin along the edge of my panties, he smiles up at me mischievously.

"Has any man ever tasted your pussy?"

I grip his hair, suddenly frozen with doubt. "No," I squeak. "I've never— I'm a virgin."

His eyes go dark, but he had to have known, right? He's frozen and I fear he'll stop, take things slow. I don't want slow.

But his fingers find their way under my panties, stroking my most sensitive parts, aching with desire. His eyes lock with mine. "So I'm the first to ever touch you here? The first to ever make you so wet?"

Before I can answer, he circles my swollen nub and I cry out. I tug at his coal dark hair, my head thrashing. A second later my panties are gone, ripped in two by his strong hands and tossed aside. I let my arms fall to my sides and lay still, breathless and waiting.

"Tell me you're mine," he breathes against my thigh.

"Is this a game to you?" I almost sob.

His hands tighten on my hips and he shakes his head. "Let me show you how serious I am."

His tongue laps at my slippery heat as he holds me tight. I can't move, only gasp and reach for his hair and let the most intense feelings overtake me. My body is definitely his.

He pushes his tongue inside me, in and out, a promise of what's to come. I reach down to press his head deeper, but he takes my hand.

"Feel how wet your pussy is for me," he says. "Feel how swollen your clit is." He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses my slick fingertips. "Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes," I say. "Show me what that means."

With a deep chuckle, he moves my fingers to circle my clit. "I do like watching you play with your pretty little pussy, but I think I like licking you more." Dropping my hand, he plunges his face between my legs.

I go wild at the sensations he's dragging out of me. Shaking and straining at his strong grip on my hips, I start to moan. I can't take my eyes off what he's doing to me. As my noises get louder, he lets go and I buck upward, straining for everything he's giving.

"Come for me, Kayla, so I can fuck you."

His command is barely out. The moment his tongue finds my pussy again, I scream. Locking my legs around his head, I let each wave of pleasure wash over me. He won't stop, even when I'm pudding on the couch, completely limp except for my shaking legs and the ragged rise and fall of my chest.

He pulls himself up to rest beside me, kissing the side of my neck. The hard rod in his jeans presses against my leg and I know there's so much more he can show me. So much more I need.

Reaching my hand down between us, I tug at his jeans, settling on pressing against his stiff bulge until he rolls me toward him and I can use both hands. As soon as I get his zipper down, his huge cock bursts free. I can only stare, my hands frozen until I hear him snicker.

"It doesn't bite," he teases. Both my hands wrap around it, making his smug laugh turn to a groan. "Christ, Kayla. I've been dreaming about you doing this…"

"Really?" I ask. "I'm not the only one dreaming about these things?"

He traces down the side of my breast, frowning in irritation at my bra that's hanging off one arm by now. He slides it all the way off and leans down to drag his teeth across my nipple.

My grip on him tightens, his velvety hot shaft jerks in my hand. He moans, making me bolder.

"What are you going to do with this thing?" I ask.

"You just said you were dreaming about it. You tell me." Leaning back, his smile is proprietary, hungry, and teasing all at the same time. I could look at that smile for the rest of my life.

Before reality can ruin everything, I remind him I'm a virgin. "My dreams were hazy," I tell him. "You need to give me something I can work with for the next time I fall asleep."

His hand works its way back down my body, his palm splaying between my thighs. "Well, I'm going to fuck this tight little pussy of yours until you're screaming again." His fingers slip deep inside me, stretching me for the huge cock I'm still holding onto for dear life. "I'm going to come inside your body, Kayla." His hand stills and he kisses me deeply, then locks me in his gaze. "You're going to be mine."

I shake my head in amazement at how hot he has me again. If he moves his fingers, I'm going to tip over the edge once more. He chuckles, shaking his own head.

"You already are mine," he clarifies, tipping my chin so I nod.

"I need you to do those things now," I say.

"What things?"

I don't feel an ounce of embarrassment as I boldly beg him to fuck me. "Please, Liam. Put your cock inside me now."

He rises above me, spreading my legs wide so I'm completely open to him. Settling between them, he gazes down at me with a different kind of look on his face that I can't read. But I'm going to emblazon it in my memory. He rubs the tip of his cock against my opening, finding my clit with his fingers. I close my eyes, lost in the feel of him about to claim me. He tells me to open them just as I'm about to beg again.

Our eyes meet and hold just as he pushes his cock deep inside me, filling and stretching me until my teeth lock and a whistling noise emanates from between them. He holds himself still, his muscular body straining against me, until I relax and dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

"I need more," I say. "I need it all."

With a growl, he pulls out, pounding into me, kissing my neck, nipping at my ear as he drives deep.

As much as I hate this word, this truly is perfect. Wrapping my arms around him, I hold on as that sweet pressure builds up again.

"Oh my God," he groans, rising up to look down at me. "This is—" he stops himself, remembering, and I laugh.

"It is. It really is." I want to say more, try to express how he makes me feel, but my thoughts are stolen by another orgasm.

I scream with abandon and he holds me close, roaring as he fills me up. Our bodies are locked together with my legs wrapped around his hips. His face is buried in the crook of my neck, his hands planted on either side of me. His tension slowly releases and as the last of my pulses are subsiding, he melts onto me. I clasp my hands together around his shoulders, never wanting this closeness to end.

"I'm crushing you," he says, rolling to the side.

I hang on and go with him, making him laugh. "I don't mind it. I like it," I tell him.

"Good, because so do I."

"Should we make it a habit?" I ask.

His face turns serious, and he nods. "Yes," he says simply, no more teasing.

A glance at the darkened window makes my still crashing heart sink. I don't want to think about making excuses. I shouldn't have to. I'm an adult, why can't I be with who I want, do what I want?

"I should go soon," I say, keeping my face hidden.

He pulls me closer. "Tell me what you want first," he says. "What you'd ask for if you had that wishing pumpkin you made up."

I want to laugh, but the fact he's practically reading my mind makes having to leave all the more difficult. He prods me gently and I let it all out.

"If the pumpkin was handing out wishes, I'd ask for a bakery of my own."

"That's it?"

"And a little house like this one." I kiss him on the forehead. "Someone to share it with."

"That's really it?" He leans back, incredulous.

I feel tears welling up in my eyes. "For me, that seems as impossible as wishing for the world to stop spinning." I don't want him pitying me though. "What about you? What are your big dreams?"

"I'm already about to expand soon by buying another truck. One of my mechanics is lined up to take on the extra tow work. But for big dreams, I want to invest in real estate."

"You'll get yours," I say, holding him close before I have to let go.

He nudges my chin up so he can kiss me, long and lingering. "So will you. Should we heat up that pizza?"

As much as I want to, I can't let it get much later. If Lily was back in town I could use her as a cover, but she's not. I straighten out my skirt, smothering a giggle at my scraped panties across the room, and put my top back on.

Liam's eyes are cold, but he stands and gets his own clothes in order before embracing me, then offers to drive me back to the office where I left my car.

Right before I get out in front of my dad's building, I throw my arms around him.

"Don't say you're sorry," he says. "Tell me we're still on for the carnival."

"I can't wait."

He'll never know how I'm already counting the minutes until I see him again. By now the dread of going home is so strong, I can barely smile as he drives away. My hands feel like ice as I get in my car, and I don't know how I get it started or how I make it back. Ten minutes and I already miss Liam.

It's too much to hope my parents are at the country club. Nope, my mom is in the kitchen sorting her social calendar and the lights are on in my dad's study. My mother jumps up when she sees me sneaking toward the stairs.

"Kayla, why weren't you answering your phone? I was worried. Your father said you left work—"

Before I can calm her down and slip to my room, my dad slams from his study. "So you're back? Do you have an explanation for me?"

"I can easily get that work done on Monday," I say, edging past him.

He stops me with a bellow. "You'll get it done tomorrow."

"Honey," my mom interjects. "It's summer. Let her have her weekend."

"So people think she's getting special treatment? If she wants to work at our firm, she has to be held to a higher standard."

I almost tell him I don't want to work there but I stay silent and Dad changes course.

"And just who were you with until this hour of the night?"

"Honey, it's nine o'clock," my mom tries again.

"You were with that tow truck driver, weren't you?" He ignores Mom and keeps glaring at me.

"A tow truck driver?" she asks. Not disgusted, but not exactly thrilled.

"He's a business owner, same as you," I say, outing my secret. But I won't have them denigrating Liam. "He's a hard worker and—"

"Enough," he shouts. "You'll go into the office tomorrow and you're not to see that person again if you plan on staying in school at my expense."

Storming back into his study, he shuts me out. Mom sighs. "Better just do what he says for now. I'll talk to him, though."

She looks like she wants to grill me about Liam, and probably try to change my mind about him in a more subtle way than Dad. I shake my head and flee to my room.

So much for all the good dreams I hoped to have tonight.