Alluring Temptation (Bayou Stix #3) (23 page)

H
ands trail across my stomach. Lips press against my neck. I stretch and turn towards the warmth. Opening my eyes, I see a Greek god staring intently at me with a sleepy smile on his face.

Covering my mouth, I say, “Morning.”

He quirks a brow and smiles at me. Suddenly everything is awake and humming. As he leans down to kiss me, I squeal, and slide out of the bed. He looks at me in surprise and says, “What the hell are you doing?”

Hopping up, I whip around and hold my finger out towards him. “Hold that thought. Give me two minutes. I have to pee and get rid of this dragon breath. Be right back.”

I hear his chuckle as I shut the bathroom door. He’s muttering to himself and I swear I hear, “Dragon breath?”

Laughing myself, I relieve my bladder and brush my teeth. When I’m all minty fresh, I fluff my bedhead and rub my eyes in the mirror. There. Now, I’m presentable.

Opening the door, I see Liam staring at it. He’s propped up on his elbow in the bed, shirtless with lean muscles and naturally tanned skin everywhere. His amazing eyes are popping out of his face. Add that to the morning scruff… and I launch myself at the bed.

He catches me with a laugh. “Morning, Princess.” And rolls me underneath him. My gown bunches around my waist and pulls down at the top. His boxer clad lower half is settled firmly against the slick satin at my core.

His scruff rubs against my neck as he licks me delicately. He’s torturing me and I’m not having it. I’ve waited
way
too long for this. Grabbing his face, I pull his head up. His face shows his surprise right before I mesh my mouth with his and explore the satiny heaven that is Liam’s mouth.

His hands are roaming my body in the same way that mine are exploring his. He runs the skin from my ribs to my hips and goose bumps explode across my body. This is it. My body is charged just waiting for the intensity of his loving. A month and a half is plenty of foreplay.

He flips me and I’m on my back with my gown pooled around my waist and he just stares at me. He looks his fill. My breasts have grown a little and my waist is thicker. I also have a small baby bump now.

As his gaze rakes over me, it feels as if he’s actually touching me. He looks at me so long, I’d probably get cold from the chill in the room if my body wasn’t on fire for him. Then my imagination takes a backseat as his hands and mouth
are
all over me. He takes his time and kisses every single inch of me. No piece of me is not intimately explored by Liam’s hands and mouth. He grazes over the spots I would imagine he’d focus on. But nothing is lacking. Who knew the back of a knee was an erogenous zone?!

My body is humming and my mind can’t keep up. Every time I flow into a new sensation and feel myself reaching the brink, he moves onto another spot. I’m about to come apart under his hands and mouth and he’s not even touching me sexually.

I can’t take it anymore. I beg him. “Liam, please, Liam. Give me what I want.” My hips are seeking something… his hands, his mouth, at this point, I don’t even care. I just need something to touch me there. It’s almost painful; it’s so swollen and ready.

He chuckles as he kisses his way up my thighs. His nose grazes my mound, whisper soft and I gasp, thinking I’m going to get what I so desperately crave. But, he moves over me and presses kisses to my stomach instead.

I’m looking down my body at him and all I can see is the brilliant blue of his eyes over my no longer flat stomach. God, he’s so sexy. He leans up and smiles at me and I can literally
feel
my pulse pounding in my nether regions.

“What do you want, Clove?” He shamelessly asks.

Oh really… What do I want? I want your mouth on me like the damn Kardashians want airtime. I want you to touch me with that glorious dick that I’ve pleasured daily for a month now. I want you to OWN me, so I’ll never look at another man again. What do I want?!

Oh, it’s ON now, mister. I’m taking the reins and it’s far past time I get exactly what I want. It’s MY time. No one else will EVER grace this bed again. Just me.

His brows rise with the question that he’s too nervous to ask just from the screen play that ran across my face. I smile at him mischievously and before he can move, I pull him up my body and roll over. I’m on top now and I want this man more than I want to breathe.

“Whoa. Hey there,” he mumbles, as I treat him to some of the torment he’s been dishing out to me. Within seconds, his boxers are off and his silken length is in my hand while my mouth ravishes his nipples. They are beaded pearls. I bite one as I squeeze his impressive girth. It seems to swell more in my hand.
I hope that shit doesn’t tear me.
Before I can overthink it, I lean down and lick him once. Bobbing my head a few times, I scrape my nails lightly across his sac.

I’m a great student and have learned that he likes it a little rough sometimes. He moans and thrusts into my mouth, I’m completely drenched and more than ready and having him in my mouth has a flood between my thighs. Literally.

Releasing him with a “pop”, I climb over him, and as I straddle his waist and he realizes my intent, he tries to stop me. “No, wait, Clove. Stop. We don’t have to. You don’t have to…”

His words are cut off as I sink down onto him. Dear God, that feels amazing. He’s filling me and the pressure is mind blowing. I take him to the hilt and it’s not painful in the least. My head is thrown back and my hair is brushing my hips as I moan. Opening my eyes, I look at him. His face is strained and he’s holding onto the sheets like his life depends on it.

I feel the same way, so smiling at him, I swivel my hips. He moans, “Clove…”

His pleasure sounds drive me on and I start really riding him. My hands are braced against his chest as I move. I’m teasing us both by alternating from fast rocking to a slow retreat before impaling myself on him again. I’m sweating with my exertion and biting my lip to stop myself from screaming out.

Finally, he can’t take it anymore and he grabs my hips and guides me. As I bear down, he’s lifting his hips and the friction is glorious. My eyes are crossing and I’m whipping my head back and forth. Hair is sticking to my slick skin as I moan out his name over and over, “Liam.
LIAM… Dear God, this is what I’ve been needing.
Fucking hell!”

He’s pounding into me and my feet are firmly planted on the bed, so I’m matching him thrust for thrust. We’re both so aroused that we aren’t going to last much longer.

I feel the wave coming and start to shake as my pace quickens. I’m literally grinding against him and he’s hitting my sweet spot. Fireworks explode behind my eyes and I yell out before I can stop myself, “Oh, yes.
YES. Ohhhhhhhhhhh LIAM! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuuuuuuck
Meeeeee…
”

I spasm around him and feel my orgasm throughout my entire body and it sends him over the cliff, too. He groans and grabs my hips locking me in place as he empties himself into me. I can feel it hitting the walls and leaking out of me as his hips jerk.

We both slump to the bed, slick chest to slick chest. I can’t even move off him, so he’s still inside of me as I lay on top of him and we catch our breath.

Dear God. That was The. Best. Sex. Ever! Why did I wait so long to do that with him!? I’m ruined for anyone else. Not that I want anyone else. Ever. Fucking bloody hell.

Did I just speak with an English accent in my head?!

Chancing a glance at him, I see his head is thrown back and beads of sweat cover his face and neck. His chest is rapidly rising and falling and he’s breathing harshly. A satisfied smile crosses my face.
Hell yes, I did that! Me! Go, Clove. It’s not my birthday, but I sure feel like I won a prize!

He cracks his eyes open and smiles when he sees my expression, “Hi. What is that look for?”

Leaning down, I kiss him and his arms come around me, anchoring me to him, though I can’t move yet anyway and he’s still inside of me.

Chuckling against his mouth, I say, “Good thing you can’t get me pregnant.”

He pulls back and I can’t decipher the look on his face. “What does that mean?”

I laugh, “I’m already pregnant, Liam. You can’t knock me up again.”

He sighs and looks away.

Oh shit, dammit. I suck at pillow talk. I should have just shut up. Great Clove… you finally get Liam to “take” you and you just ruined it with your stupid mouth.

His arms tighten around me. “Clove, I feel like you
are
pregnant for me.”

What?

My mouth is hanging open and he sees it as he turns back and looks at me. He leans up and kisses me. I close it to kiss him back. The kiss is sweet.

When we break apart, I cross my arms over his chest and lean my chin on them. Looking down at him, I ask him what I’m dying to know. “What does that mean, Liam?”

He smiles slightly. His body moves under me as he shrugs. “I mean it feels like you are pregnant for me. We’re together. You’re pregnant. I’m the one that’s going to be here for him. It just…” he looks at me with a completely loving expression, “it feels like both you and the baby… are mine.”

Leaning down, I kiss his mouth and whisper, “We are.”

His arms tighten around me again and we kiss.

We lay that way for a long time, both of us lost in our thoughts. Eventually, I do get cold and my ass is exposed to the cool air, so I squirm. Liam lets me go and he slides out of me as I sit up.

Looking down at the gigantic mess on his thighs he smirks. “I think we need a shower before we head to see Paw.” I laugh as he asks, “Are you still wanting to do that today?”

I nod. Meeting Liam’s grandfather is a huge step. I am so happy that he wants to take me there.

He stands up and laughs as he holds his hand out to me. “Come on, Princess, let’s get all cleaned up.”

I actually love when he calls me “Princess” now. Where before he said it to rile me up and annoy me, it seems like he says it now to show me I mean something to him. Like he cherishes me.

Giving him my hand, we head into the bathroom to prepare for the day.

Two hours later, we’re heading across the Atchafalaya Basin and Liam has an 80’s station playing on Sirius. I’m singing along to Atlantic Starr and he chuckles. Turning my head, I see him smiling brightly.

I smile back in embarrassment, “What?”

He laughs and takes my hand. Bringing it up to his mouth, he kisses my palm before enveloping it in his.

I look at my small hand in his large one and I feel so safe and protected. I also feel… loved.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Clove. He cares about you, you know that. He wants you and the baby, but just because you’re in love with him, it doesn’t mean he’s in love with you too. He cares about us both, that’s enough. Stop wanting more and just be happy with what you have. Because what you have is more than you ever dreamed of.

I just love him so much and can’t believe I actually have him in my life…

It’s enough.

He smiles and looks back at the road. “Nothing. You’re adorable and I love that, after all this time and all we’ve done to each other, you still blush. You’re still innocent.”

I laugh out loud and he glances over. Pointing at my stomach, I say, “Innocent?”

He chuckles and says, “Yeah, innocent. Not like you don’t know what’s going on. Like you still enjoy the little things and simple human nature still impresses you. Innocent like not jaded, though after everything… well, you’d have every reason to be.”

My mouth drops open again. “Oh.” I shrug as he peeks at me again. “Yes, well life happens. Everyone makes choices that backfire or we all ignore the signs and stay someplace because we are scared of failure. I made some stupid choices, yes. But, had I not made those choices and been through that shit, then I might not be here now.” I squeeze his hand. “I like being here, now.”

He brings my hand to his mouth again and brushes his lips across my knuckles. My heart melts and I sigh out loud.

He asks, “What’s that sigh for?”

Turning in the seat, I angle my body towards him and take in the beauty of his face. He surprises me. I smile, “You.”

He seems confused as he asks, “You’re sighing over me? Is that a bad thing?”

Chuckling, I rub his fingers with mine. I can’t get over how big his hands are and how small mine seem next to them. I trace the calluses on them. His hands are hard and manly, but he strokes his guitar strings so lovingly. Mine are soft and delicate, but I have to use extreme pressure sometimes with I’m cooking.

I answer him. “No, not a bad thing. You just surprise me. You were such an ass for so long and now you’re sweet. You are still you, but with me, it’s just… you’re different than I thought you’d be.” He frowns and I continue. “Not in a bad way. I like Bayou Stix Liam. On stage. In real life, to me, he was a complete asshole. Now, you’re still Liam, but you are just different. And I like you very, very much.”

He smirks. “You like me, huh?”

My face burns up.
No, I more than like you. I love you. I’m passionately in love with you. But as far as you need to know, I like you. I don’t want to scare you off. I want to keep you.

I mutter, “Yeah, I like you. Duh. I don’t usually get naked with people I don’t like.”

His eyes flash and he pins me with a glare before looking back at the road. “You don’t get naked with anyone whose name isn’t Liam Christianson!”

What the hell? I was totally kidding, but he sounds like he’d really lose his shit if I did that.

Leaning over, I kiss his cheek and he visibly relaxes. “No worries. I’m not interested in anyone other than you. Period.”

He smiles at me and says, “Good. Why don’t you rest, we’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

Nodding, I lay my head back on the seat. I could use a little rest.

Liam