All Hands Below (19 page)

“Let’s see.” His voice, husky and amused, strummed her wants and desires.

Evangeline undid the buttons on his shirt with anxious fingers, reminded of each precious second ticking by. Prying all his buttons free, she swept his shirt off his body. Firelight adored his carved male beauty, as she did.

Mesmerized, she traced her fingertips up and down his chest over his tightly ridged abs. Alerted by the sharpness of his indrawn breath, her eyes lifted to his. Layers of passion and warmth darkened those green depths.

Liam’s tongue darted out and swept across his lower lip. Reaching out, he lifted the hem of her tank top and swept it up over her bra, and over her head. Then he tossed it aside.

His gaze drank in the slope of her breasts rising up from white satin cups. Cradling her breasts in his palms, he bent and planted a hot kiss on her neck while rubbing her nipples through the fabric with his thumbs.

Evangeline breathed, dizzied by the torch of his mouth and his thumbs doing magical things to her nipples.

He drew back. His look, edgy and hungry, met hers as his hands slipped behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Off it came, along with her inhibitions.

She hurried to undo the snaps on her jeans. Once free of them, Liam tugged her jeans and panties down her thighs.

“Liam!”

They both toppled over, laughing. He saved her the effort of kicking off her clothes by dragging everything off her legs.

Sheepskin softness met her naked back. It was like falling into a cloud and winding up in heaven with Liam’s gaze blazing down her body.

He stood up, wrenched himself out of his jeans, and her body blushed with anticipation to see his cock spring up from his briefs. To see his balls firm up at the sudden draft, as if guarding the luscious heavy cream she’d coax out of them in explosive blasts soon enough.

He drew a condom out of his back pocket and kicked his clothes aside. Then he dropped to his knees on the rug, a lop-sided smile spreading across his lips as he tore the packet and swept the barrier over his cock. Placing his hands under her knees, he drew her legs up until her knees pointed to the ceiling.

Being with Liam was so new, so thrilling, Evangeline couldn’t predict or choreograph each sexual encounter. She didn’t know how every interlude would play out, whether he’d be tender. Rough. What he liked, all his favorite positions—well, correction. He adored oral sex, as she did. And Liam, like everything else he did, had mastered the art of being good,
really
good, with his mouth.

One thing she could always count on was Liam giving her a mind and pussy-meltdown of an orgasm, or three.

His appreciative hands skimmed her outer thighs. Grasping her knees, he parted them, exposing her treasures to his wolfish stare.

He then stretched her legs out along either side of his hips, grabbed her ass, dragged her lower body up and swept her legs around his waist. Reaching down between his legs, he grabbed his shaft and aimed the head of his penis at her vulva.

Evangeline arched her back. Her shoulder blades writhed with delight on the sheepskin fur while her waist and hips hovered in the firelight.

Her thighs, locked around Liam’s muscle-packed waist, shook from being teased by the knob of his penis hovering around her pussy.

Scooping her ass in his hands, he suspended her in place while he posed and taunted her by pressing his cockhead along her sodden lobes.

“Liam,” she groaned, aroused. Needy.

Then he slipped his penis in its lovely entirety inside her sheathe and filled her to the hilt.

Unable to clutch at his shoulders or grab his ass, Evangeline cupped her breasts in her hands and felt them shudder and sway, side effects of having Liam’s cock knocking the bottom out of her pussy.

Moaning, she pinched her distended nipples between her thumb and forefinger. So she’d have a few rug burns on her back by morning. Liam, pumping into her so robustly, would have them on his knees before the night was over, too. But ooh, she was enjoying this wild-hot ride!

Once their warring moves found a delectable cadence, he wafted his cock inside her channel in streamlined glides.

“You like that, beautiful?” he murmured. The slap-slap-suck sounds of their bodies mating mingled with the sound of wood crackling in the fireplace.

His hands! His large hands controlled her hips and her ass. He squeezed her flesh, shifting her around like his personal love toy with her thighs clambering over his hips to wrap tighter around his waist, goading him to plant himself balls deep between her legs.

“Liam, yes,” she urged, her sexercised body aiming for a carnal implosion she’d never known doing sit-ups!

“I’m gonna blow, honey. Are you close?”

She brought her finger up to her mouth and sucked on it while keeping her other hand braced on one bouncing tit. After drenching that finger with her saliva, she reached down and slid it between her pussy lips.

“Whenever you’re ready, lover,” she gasped as her finger imposed self-loving rubs to her clit.

His cock shimmied inside her walls, filling her with rapture while she catered to her clitoris.

When Liam’s movements harshened, she flicked her fingertip back and forth across her bud. Its peak bobbed under her fingers, thanks to his cock storming in and out of her sheathe.

“Let me finish you off with my mouth, sweetheart.” His suggestion delighted her ears. “Just…aargh…” His pecs and abdominals shuddered, battling for control. Aching for release.

Evangeline wiggled her hips, wanting him to lose it.

“Woman, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Then you drive,” she goaded him with a whisper, and swirled her pussy around him.

His cock slammed home. His shoulders and spine quaked, each twist of his muscles driven to pour his essence where it belonged—between her legs. In the furthest reaches of her heat where he was free to plant his cock, root and live, forever and a day.

His jaw knotted. Her ears bathed in his torrential groans. She listened to—and loved—the gritty sounds of her man, ready to surrender his soul to the orgasm she was about to give him.

Evangeline stopped playing with her clitoris. She held back her own release, finding it incredibly hot to watch Liam careen into his sexual peak.

Lust flamed his cheekbones. The groans that rumbled across his chest kept her mind and her body fevered, worked up and eager to explode.

“What am I going to do with you, pretty one?” he panted, plunging his inches in and out of her channel.

She gasped. For a split second she thought he said “without” you. She clenched her pussy around him to make him think on it, and think hard.

With or without me? That’s your dilemma, Liam, because I’m crazy in love with you, and that’s never going to change.

Liam couldn’t close his eyes to the sight of her pinching her nipple. Unbearably aroused, his cock delivered a pay load. Jets of cum spurted into the condom as her pussy swallowed all nine inches of him, whole. Her groans threaded with the grunts that spilled from his mouth.

His climax fading, his cock jolted inside her body one last time.

Expelling a long sigh, his satisfied gaze drifted all over her body, her peaches and cream skin aglow in the firelight.
What indeed was he going to do with her?

He studied her hair, mussed from being swept around on the sheepskin. His gaze inched down to her breasts, cradled in her palms.

His fascination roamed south to the mist of perspiration that dappled her tummy, and onward to her freshly-fucked pussy. To the lips that framed his cock, glazed with her pussy’s juices, and still rooted inside her.

He’d figure something out. No way could he let her go a second time.

“Damn, honey,” he murmured. “I wish I could take a picture.”

Evangeline laughed, and when he muscled his cock inside the condom to flutter against her cervix, she sighed.

The exquisite feeling of having been inside her, of having experienced a ball-busting climax with a woman who occupied his dreams, filled him with an urgency to make her come.

He reached between her legs and brushed a finger gently across her clit’s swollen peak. “So lovely,” he murmured.

“Aah!”

He slipped out of her dew and gently settled her down on the sheepskin cloud.

She closed her eyes and stroked her breasts, keeping herself entertained while Liam removed the condom. After setting it aside, he turned to his woman and surveyed her with satisfaction.

Her breasts—mmm! Sweet perfection. Their fullness had stuffed his hands nicely. While he longed for another mouthful, his taste buds craved the flavors of her well-loved pussy.

Parting her thighs, he crawled between her legs and dove for the plush lips whose floss of hair glistened with an invite for him to nibble and mouth her until she screamed.

“Mmm…oh
damn
!” she cried as his tongue landed with scientific precision on her clit.

High-octane fueled his blood, watching her legs and abdomen quake with surprise. Her pelvis bucked beneath the suckling tugs of his mouth and he clutched her ass in his hands to hold her down.

She whimpered. He lapped around her clit’s hood. She gasped.

Liam glanced up from between her legs and met the stunned look in her eyes. His gaze locking on hers, he pursed his lips firmly around her clitoris and blew out a lengthy buzz along her clit-stem.

“Oh God, Liam. Yes, ooh…make me come!” she cried. Her lashes fanned down across her cheekbones as her eyes rolled back in total bliss.

Liam’s fingers dug into the flare of her hips. He hung on for dear life while she toppled into her orgasm, jerking her hips like a wildcat against his mouth.

He licked at her clit-bud, gave it a tender suck, then tasted her flow of juices that coated his tongue. While her hips churned, he hummed, finding it a treat to taste her as she came. To feel her flesh soften and drench his lips with a creamy infusion of her desire.

“Liam…” His name whispered from her lips at the tail end of her climax. Then she laughed and gave his hair a light tug, while his hands and fingers massaged her ass.

Moments later, he was spooning her up against him, his ears in heaven as he listened to the gratified sounds sighing from her throat. Her heartbeats thrummed through her body, and Liam felt each beat above his heart as if it were his own.

Feelings of protectiveness and tenderness toward the woman cuddled in his arms consumed his senses in a way he’d never experienced. Content, he kissed the top of her head, buried his face in her soft fluff of hair, and smiled.

Chapter Nineteen

Their meal never got eaten. The stove had long since been turned off in favor of sating their sexual appetites.

Evangeline lay on her stomach on the furry rug, feeling wonderfully wrecked yet starved for more. Liam left her to dispose of the condom in the master bath. A minute later, she heard a stream of water pounding into her whirlpool tub.

“Oh E-vie…”

She smiled. Her imagination stirred. What was he up to now? she wondered, even as the sound of his voice was enough to get her body snapping with anticipation.

Her veins swelled with a surge of want, even after he’d made her come with his mouth. She rolled onto her side to greet him as he snuggled up to her, naked.

Her gaze feasted on his skin, shaded to gold from the firelight. She adored him, and it blew her mind that he’d come to Portland to be with her. Need spiraled up inside her as Liam pressed his lips to hers, caressing her mouth with his, sharing need and giving warmth.

“Since I made such a mess of you, the least I can do is clean you up,” he murmured and drew her up against him.

He carried her into the master bath, his powerful arms managing her as if she weighed no more than a kitten. She was no string bean either, not with her size ten hips and C cup breasts, but Liam swung her around like any capable fireman.

The textured walls, faux-painted in eggshell and rust, gleamed with the flicker of candles that he’d lit and placed around the ledge of her corner tub, along with a condom.

He climbed the rough, stone stairs that fanned out around the tub. Then he took one careful step at a time down into the bubble-filled water.

She sniffed and giggled. “You used rose-scented bubble bath in here.”

He kissed her lips. “I love the way you smell. Your skin and your warmth welcome me into your body. Your life. Your home.”

He set her on her feet where they stood on the steps of the tub, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Then I wonder why no man shares all of this with you…and I realize,” his thumb rubbed her chin, “you don’t need a man. And that scares me.”

She reached out a hand and circled his wrist. “You’re wrong. I do need a man, but not just any man. I need you.”

Liam cupped her face in his hands. “I’m all yours, sweetheart…”

She took the next step down and drew him along with her. Together, they sank into a cloud of bubbles and lost themselves in a steamy, watery world of seduction.

Her legs straddled his hips on the built-in seat, but ignoring his erection as she busied herself soaping him up wasn’t the easiest task in the world.

“Slip my cock inside your pussy, gorgeous,” he groaned as she swirled the bar of soap around his shoulders, his mountainous chest, sweeping up around his armpits.

She shook her head, even as her clit rubbed happily against his erection. The motion of water, the buoyancy of their submerged bodies intensified the sensual currents playing out between them.

She lifted herself on her knees and reached down between their bodies to work the soap around his cock. Gently, she lathered his balls and delighted in the movement and bunching of his testicles yielding to her touch. He lifted his ass to guide his cock closer to her pussy—a moving target at the moment.

Evangeline pressed the milky pink bar of soap against the band of muscle between his balls and his ass.

“Uh-hum…” Liam arched a lean brow, enticed by this new bombardment of sensation.

She rubbed that bar of soap suggestively, deviously along that swirl of membrane guarding his anal vault, then linked her lips to his.