36. Jamison

"Excuse me?"

Liam bit down on his bottom lip, the yearning and desire in his gaze sweeping over her naked form. "This never gets old. I could see you like this a million times, and it will never be enough." His eyes slowly lifted, meeting hers finally. "Are you ready?"

"I'm standing here naked, aren't I?" Back straight and scowl in place, she didn't care for the way he was toying with her. "But are you even interested in us trying to work through this or are you just fucking with my head?"

Yanked against his chest by his firm grip on her bare ass, she gasped. "Who wouldn't want this?" He massaged the flesh in his hands roughly. "Who wouldn't want what was rightfully theirs?"

Reaching between them, she caressed the hardness pressing into her stomach. His eyes shuttered as her palm worked at creating friction. "But can you love me again?"

"Loving you is easy." He shifted his hips, seeking more pressure from her hand. "But I meant what I said last night. There's an equal amount of anger with it now, and I plan on emptying it into you."

"I can take it."

His mouth slammed down on hers. It was as if he couldn't wait another second, and it happened so fast that she could only latch onto his shirt for balance while he ravaged her with long, powerful strokes of his tongue.

The hand on her ass dipped lower, curving in just the right way to explore the flesh under her thong. "You're going to be good and do what I want?"

Seeking his lips, she tried to continue kissing him, but he wasn't about to have any of that. Seizing her chin, he applied pressure until she stilled. "Answer me."

"Yes."

"That's my girl," he breathed. "Now, get on your fucking knees."

She didn't hesitate this time and sank down to rest on the plush carpet. "Is this how you want me?"

"Hmm, not exactly." Backing away slowly, he shot her an arrogant smirk. "Crawl to me."

He reached the two-seater kitchen table at the other end of the room and pulled out a chair to sit.

"Um." Heart hammering in her chest, she wasn't sure she'd heard him correctly. "What?"

Propping his elbow on the arm of the chair, he rested his chin on his hand and continued to smirk over how unsure she seemed. "Crawl."

"Is this about Michael?" she huffed.

"If this was about Sinclair, I'd take you next door to fuck in front of all the cameras planted there." His smile deepened into something wicked and cruel. "Actually, we might do that next. Rowan says the setup is some of the best quality out there, and I wouldn't mind Sinclair seeing you scream my name in high definition."

She refused to be excited by what he was saying. "You're so petty, William."

"I'm also impatient."

Moving to her hands and knees, she flipped her hair over one shoulder and gauged the distance between them. It wasn't long, but perhaps she could make her groveling look enticing enough that he would meet her halfway.

"Any smart woman would ask herself," she began her trek with a slow glide forward, "what do I get when I reach you?"

"My cock in your mouth."

She increased her speed, but not by much. Two could play this game. "I've missed the way that feels. The stretch, the burn, the way you fill my throat."

"Good to know because I plan on gagging you with it."

"Promise?"

He shifted forward, watching her intently as she made her way to him. "Oh, I so fucking promise."

This little act of submission was more of a turn on than expected, and reaching him, she sat back on her knees. Spine straight and hands in her lap, waiting for the next order.

"I'm surprised you did that so well." Cradling her jaw, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. "You deserve a reward."

"But I thought I wa—"

"Do you want your reward or not?" He held his hand out to help her stand, and she took it. "Get on the table."

"But this is Dee's table," she whispered, sitting on the edge. "She eats here, Liam."

"That's the purpose of a dining room table." Pulling the chair around, he sat back down directly in front of her. "Eating."

"This is so bad." The wooden surface was cold, but she hardly felt it, too busy concentrating on him draping her leg over his shoulder. One and then the other. "So, so very bad."

Licking his lips, he ignored her, running a finger down the satin of her thong. "Lie back."

With trembling arms, she lowered herself to a flat position.

"Relax, Jamison." Bending his head, he nuzzled her with his nose. "Turn off your brain."

Easier said than done. Her mind was buzzing over what to do, afraid he would become more upset if she let this go too far before they talked.

She lifted her head. "Liam?"

He moved her thong aside, and out of nowhere, Jamison's back involuntarily arched in anticipation. "So beautiful," he whispered, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin. "There's not a single inch of you that isn't perfect."

"Liam, we need to talk." With a brazen lick, he stroked her with his tongue, and she released a groan. "Ah, God."

The exclamation earned her a chuckle, the sound vibrating against her core as he continued. Threading her fingers in his hair, she held on as he lapped and sucked, feeding off her as if starving.

"You wanted to talk." He paused momentarily to lay delicate kisses along her center. "So, talk."

The man must be joking. William Cohen Jr. must have lost his damn mind if he thought she could form a cohesive thought at this very moment.

"No?" He grinned while she remained mute, her heavy panting robbing her of speech. "Okay, then."

Diving down, he resumed his work, lavishing her with his tongue until her eyes rolled up in her head. She lost a teeny bit of strength as the pleasure began to build and flopped back on the table to let him do whatever he wanted.

A finger joined his tongue, and her back bowed at an unnatural angle.

"Oh, baby." Liam stood, knocking the chair back as he did. Hand between her thighs, he continued to pump as he moved to stand next to her. "Are you sure you don't want to talk?"

Frozen by the dark desire, staring down at her naked and sprawled on the tabletop, she nodded. Yes. Yes, she wanted to talk. Maybe.

"Nah." Liam laid the flat of his hand on her upper chest, holding her in place. "You need to relax first."

Pushing in deeper, he thrust his fingers in and out, igniting every nerve in her body until they screamed in gratitude. Her legs gave up finally, falling apart in surrender.

Arching down, he placed his lips close to her ear as she whimpered. "When I'm finished with you, there will never be secrets between us. We're never going through this hell again," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "Nod, if you understand, Jamison."

Mouth hanging open, she grinded against his palm but nodded. The hand on her chest slipped higher, giving her throat a squeeze.

"Come on, baby." He nipped at her ear and then moved onward to run his tongue over her painfully erect nipples. "You know we can't start until you've had at least one good orgasm first."

Release sat in the corner of her mind, held captive by those intrusive thoughts that wouldn't allow her the freedom to enjoy what was happening. It chanted the truth, loud and proud, ready to take out any happiness she might think she deserved.

"I love you." The declaration, full of pain and the broken promise of the life that was once theirs, whispered over her. "I love you, Jamison. Give me this."

Sweat broke out over her body, and trembling violently, she let go. Release hit, striking hard and taking no prisoners.

Needing to hear her come at full volume, the pressure on her throat lessened. "That's it," he growled as her cries bounced around the townhouse. "Ride it out."

Tears pooled in the corner of her eyes while her body spasmed in celebration. Crying. Pleading. Screaming. She couldn't stop. She didn't want it to stop. The orgasm rolled through her, leaving a trail of exquisite pleasure only Liam could provide.

Like a dark angel from above, he watched, the cocky grin on his lips faltering. "I need to fuck you."

"My mouth," she panted, finding her voice. "You promised."

Ripping her from the table, he set her on the floor. "A promise is a promise."

Before even gaining some sort of bearings, Jamison was clawing at his pants to get them down, and when his throbbing shaft broke free, she sighed in rapturous delight.

"I've missed this." Rubbing her lips and cheek over every familiar ridge and dip, she wrapped her fingers around his thick base to stroke as she swirled her tongue greedily over his tip. "No one else can have it."

Above her, Liam shuddered. "I hope you're ready for what I'm about to do to you."

She didn't reply, drawing him into her mouth. Whatever he planned to dish out, she would take. She owed him that. She owed him his revenge.

But on the up slide, his hands seized the back of her head, locking her in place. "Hold my hips."

Unsure of what he was going to do, her eyes rolled up to his, but she did as he demanded, remaining perfectly still as he pulled her hair into a ponytail.

With her long platinum mane wrapped around his hand, he dragged her mouth nearly off his cock before slamming it back down again. He was careful, knowing exactly how deep to go, and when the muscles in her throat contracted, she fought not to gag, craving the burn until her eyes watered.

"Fuck me, that's beautiful." His other hand dug into the back of her head, holding her in position as he thrust. Small, forceful movements to rob her of air. "I'm going to use you until I can't feel this damn emptiness any longer."

Needing it as much as him, she pushed and pulled at his hips, encouraging a faster pace. He might be holding her in a position that gave little movement, but she would use what power she had to show him how much she wanted this.

"Oh, you like the idea of me using you?"

He yanked her back so she could answer. "Yes." Heaving oxygen in and out, she nodded. "And I want more."

A guttural snarl tore from his lips, and he dropped to kneel with her. "I can't do this." He cradled her face in his hands. "I can't do this and not know. I thought I could, but I can't ignore it. Tell me. Tell me why you left me."

Unbalanced by the sudden change, she didn't have time to tap down the emotions running through her. The tears came first, the sweat on her skin chilling as the fear over what needed to be said lit up inside her soul.

Covering herself, she crumbled into a heap on the floor, unable to stay upright any longer. The stabs of sadness she had so carefully concealed came rushing to the surface in tiny manic bubbles, bursting like needles under the skin.

"I'm so sorry."

In her ball, she swayed back and forth, crying out the pain she never permitted to leave. It was hers to hold. Hers to keep from him so he wouldn't feel it like she did.

A piece of clothing draped over her back, and she sucked in a ragged stream of air. Catching his scent, she realized he had removed his shirt to drape over her naked body.

"I ruin everything." Over these last six months, she had been able to distance herself. Like the whole life-changing thing had occurred to someone else, and she'd been an outsider looking in. "I can't do anything right. I can't even do the most basic… I ca-can't…"

The sting of memories hit, and dots appeared before her eyes, obscuring the cream carpet. It was all she could do to stay conscious, but when two brown eyes appeared, she used the concern in them to keep steady.

"Stay with me." Liam picked her up and settled them on the couch. "You're scaring the shit out of me, Jamison." He smoothed the hair off her face. "Deep inhale. Do it with me."

Following his lead, she sucked in air, pure relief overcoming her when it came. Keeping her eyes on his lips, she did it a few more times, syncing her breathing with his.

As she calmed, he helped her slide into his shirt, bundling her in it so she wouldn't feel so vulnerable.

"Did you know when he tried to take me, I wasn't scared?" Her mouth scrunched, twisting to the side. "The entire time, it was your voice in my head keeping me calm."

"Because you knew I would come." He was shaking, as unsteady as her. "I'll always come for you, Jamison."

"I'm so sorry." Lying her head on his chest, she let him hold her. It was probably the last time, so she wanted to savor it. "I should have told you everything before now."