Seeking Justice (20 page)

I decide I’m better off watching Liam than the other cars we are flying past, and I quickly notice that his whole body seems tense. What’s happened to put him in such a state?

“What’s wrong?” I ask softly. He glances over and then turns his attention back to the busy street not bothering to answer me. But then he surprises me by taking hold of my hand, raising it to his mouth to brush his lips across my knuckles before placing my hand back in my lap.

Well, at least he’s not totally pissed at me. Although I know my short skirt is not entirely the reason for all this anger that I feel emanating from him. Something happened today, and not for the first time, I wonder where he spent his day. And with whom. I know he was with a woman from his phone conversation in the elevator. Did they spend the whole day together, or maybe—she stood him up? My eyes move over him, hard to imagine any woman breaking a date with Liam Justice. Something has him upset though, and maybe I’m a misguided fool, but… I know right now that he needs me, enough so that he came to the restaurant. I frown slightly.

“How did you know where I was?” He quickly glances at me. A disturbing realization comes to me. “You have a tracking device on me!” I gasp. I immediately want to start searching for the hidden object.
Oh, no!
“For how long?”

Liam turns to look at me again, his eyes questioning, his forehead creased with a frown line. “A tracking device?” He glances back to the road and then levels me with an intense look.

“A friend of mine, who happens to be your friend Julie’s client, called me and mentioned seeing my new hostess at the restaurant where he was dining.” Liam’s look is too speculative, and I know I’ve sent up a red flag.

Shit!

“Why would you think I’d put a tracking device on you, Caitlyn?” he asks, once again his eyes back on the road.

How do I answer that? “Too many movies?”

He glances at me again, and I turn to watch the scenery fly by. He really does drive too fast and it seems really fast in this sweet little sports car.

“What kind of car is this?” I ask in a bid to distract him from my blunder.

“It’s a Porsche 918 Spyder.”

“It’s nice. And fast.”

“Well now, it’s supposed to be fast.”

“Oh, I can see that.” I smile when he looks at me and then he grins. Boys and their toys!

He slows the Porsche, and I look out the front, relieved we’ve reached Justice House in one piece. When he eases the car to a stop in the street, for just a moment I think he’s going to drive on, and then he’s pulling in driving straight back to the garage. I look around. It seems quiet tonight after the busy week but then it’s early yet. Liam pulls up in front of the garage so he can back in beside the Range Rover that he usually drives.

We both get out, and I stop in front of the Porsche as Liam retrieves something from the SUV. When he reaches me, he suddenly grasps my arms, and the next thing I know, I’m lying flat on my back on the hood of his fancy sports car with him on top of me. He levels his full body weight onto mine. Grasping my wrists, he raises them above my head, binding them together in one large hand as his other hand grips my chin and jaw. My heart rate kicks into overdrive as his mouth comes down on mine in a punishing kiss. I feel alarmed for a split second before a raw need claws at the pit of my stomach as Liam continues to ravish my mouth. I try to shift in some way as my body screams for his possession, but he has me thoroughly pinned, unable to move.

I feel inflamed with need as his tongue ruthlessly plunders the recesses of my mouth, moaning softly as he grinds his rock hard erection against my mound with a bruising pressure. Releasing my jaw, Liam shifts his large body, moving his hand between my legs. My thong is no barrier as he plunges two fingers deep within my core. My cry at his roughness, quickly smothered by his kiss.

I tear my mouth from his, gasping for a breath as he quickly thrusts his fingers in and out of me.

“So hot and slick,” he growls against my throat. Abruptly, he releases me, removing his fingers as he stands. He pulls me up only to spin me around, once again flattening me against the hood of his car, his hard body pushing against the back of mine to hold me down.

I’m panting as I try to gain a little control of my senses. He’s forceful moving against me, and when he rucks my dress up around my waist, the night air drenches my lower extremities in cooling relief.

When I hear Liam sliding his zipper, I panic, realizing anyone might walk back here to the garage.

“No, Liam!” I gasp, struggling to rise, but he presses me more fully onto the hood.

“Quiet,” he growls near my ear. He angles his body to roll on a condom, and then wraps his hand in my braid, pulling my head back as he enters me.

My moan is long and plaintive. He feels so good that I whimper against the extreme pleasure of him thrusting into me. To my surprise, the added danger of discovery brings a measure of excitement to our licentious moment, heightening my state of arousal.

“I don’t want you to come,” he grounds out between clenched teeth.

What?
Why?

I gasp as he drives each thrust home. Each one forceful enough to slide me across the car hood, only to have him grip my hip with his free hand, pulling me back onto his massive erection. I have a fleeting thought that I hope we’re not scratching his expensive car because I feel as if his hard erection could probably pound holes into the metal hood. He certainly is giving me a hard, ruthless pounding as I bite my lip until I taste blood in a bid to stop my cries.

My body tightens with my impending orgasm, and Liam suddenly grips my hips with both hands, thrusting hard and deep as he growls with his release, quickly pulling out of me and stepping back.

Oh
. I lie there for a moment until I realize he’s not going to give me the release I so desperately need. I want to claw at the hood with frustration. He’s never left me hanging this way before. I take a deep, shuddering breath and stand, turning on shaking legs as I adjust my thong and pull my dress back into place. Liam zips up and walks to a trash can where he deposits the used condom.

“Let’s go,” he says as he holds out his hand.

I move slowly as my legs feel weak and wobbly. When I reach him, he grips my hand and pulls me close. I want to ask him why he didn’t let me come, but he seems too—distant.

Thank goodness there’s no one about as we walk the driveway to the mansion, and I hold my breath as we make our way to Liam’s office. We meet only one person, and he barely gives us a glance.

“Barton,” Liam says in greeting as we pass. I can’t hide my flush of embarrassment as I know I probably look just fucked. I sneak a peek up at Liam, and he looks down at me with a smirk.

Once we reach his office, he pulls me across the room to the elevator. As the doors slide closed, I look up. Blue eyes burn with an intensity that causes me to gasp softly as they delve into mine.

“Take off your dress.”

“What?”

He moves quickly, grabbing me around the waist as his hand grips my braid, yanking my head back, just as the elevator doors open.

“I’m not in the fucking mood to repeat myself, darlin’.” He glares down at me. “Now take off your fucking dress.” He releases me and steps back, making no move to leave the elevator.

I stand there with my mouth open, staring at his implacable expression. What the hell is wrong? Something certainly is. But under the anger that I sense coming from him, is an underlying need. I felt that need in the way he kissed me earlier, in the way he pressed his body to mine. There was almost—a desperation in his actions.

I slowly pull my braid and loose strands of hair over my shoulder and turn, presenting my back to Liam. After a moment, I feel him step close. As he lowers my zipper, his hot breath fans my neck and shoulders, eliciting goosebumps across my skin. He lightly slides his hands down my arms, slipping the dress off my shoulders and it falls, pooling at my feet. I stand perfectly still not turning to face him as I feel his eyes on me.

“Turn around,” he says softly.

I breathe his scent in deeply before I turn. His eyes move over me, and my nipples harden further in response to that hot gaze.

He reaches out to run a finger across my shoulder, slipping it under my bra strap to follow it down to the swell of my breast.

“I like this,” he murmurs as he drags his finger over the lace of my bra to my hardened nipple.

Desire curls low in my belly, and I close my eyes to the overpowering need he elicits as I sway slightly into his touch.

“Take it off,” he orders hoarsely.

My eyes fly open. “Liam—”

“I said take it off.” There’s a latent threat in his tone as he steps back, his facial expression now impassive.

I don’t want to strip in his elevator, and I certainly don’t want to walk naked through his apartment.

“I’m losing my patience here, Caitlyn.”

I snort softly, and his eyes take on a dangerous gleam. I quickly reach behind me to unfasten my bra, holding it in place over my breasts as I slide out my arms. His eyes narrow when I hesitate.

Oh, hell!
I’m suddenly irritated by his need to have me strip naked while he stays fully clothed. I let my bra drop to join my dress on the floor. I fight the unbearable urge to cover my breasts as they swell, and my nipples tighten into erect, hard points under his unnerving stare. I meet his blue gaze, lifting my chin in defiance.

“Now the thong,” he murmurs.

I gulp.
The bastard!

I grit my teeth and clench my hands into fists. I kick off first one high heel before kicking the other in his direction. It flies up and he catches it in his hand right before it makes contact with his face.

One finely arched black brow lifts.

I bite my lip. I’d probably laugh at that move under normal circumstances, but right now I’m too pissed.

“Finish,” he commands, and I glare at him before angrily jerking my thong down over my hips. As I bend to slide it down my legs, Liam swiftly moves in front of me, gripping my upper arms, jerking me up and against his body. I cry out just before his mouth crashes down on mine, only to have him release my arms, wrapping his tightly around me to hold me close.

My hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders, my fingers twisting into his hair, loving the silky texture as his kiss slays me.

Effortlessly, Liam lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist as his mouth continues to devour mine. He walks with me in his arms from the elevator out into the apartment entryway to slam me up against the wall. He breaks the kiss, his gaze burning into mine as one large hand cups my bottom to support me against the wall as his other hand works to release his erection. I take the opportunity to unbutton his vest and pull at his shirt buttons, yanking his shirttail out of his slacks. My hands slide inside his shirt to his bare back, clawing lightly across his skin.

Liam growls as he rolls on a condom, and I lean in to bite and suck the skin over his heart. I grab the chain of his pendant with my teeth and pull until he leans in to reclaim my mouth, thrusting up to bury himself deep inside of me.

Shit!
My back bows, involuntarily, as I tear my mouth from his, crying out his name. Maneuvering my legs over his arms, he spreads me wide for deeper penetration as both of his hands cradle my bottom. He surges into me with thrusts so powerful, I’m certain I’ll never walk the same.

“Fuck!” he growls, his fingers digging into my soft bottom, and I mewl softly as he sets up a desperate rhythm that forces the breath right out of my lungs. When he buries his face against my neck, I feel a deep satisfaction that his breathing is harsh and uneven, his gasps as ragged as my own.

As the tension starts to build low in my belly, everything else begins to tighten in anticipation of my impending orgasm. I know it’s going to be intense, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to help alleviate the overpowering sensation.

I whimper as Liam widens my legs almost to the point of pain, grunting with each hard, almost violent thrust. My back feels raw from the repeated slams against the wall, and it’s almost a relief when he stills, buried deep within. But then he releases a long drawn out, almost feral growl as he draws away from me.

No!

“Liam, please!” I cry as he pulls out, releasing my legs to let me slide down his length. If he weren’t holding on to me, I’d slide right to the floor at his feet. I grip his shirtfront in desperation. Why is he doing this? It’s torture.

He rests his forehead against mine, his breathing labored as I contemplate beating my fists against his chest.

“Are you hungry?” he finally asks, his voice husky.

What?
“No, I’m horny, dying here.” I run my hands up and down his chest, over the hard muscles of his stomach.

He laughs, smoothing my hair back behind my shoulders. He brings his hands to my breasts, and I arch my back, presenting them more fully to him. He pinches my nipples, and I gasp as he uses his body to press me back against the wall.

“You want me to fuck you again and let you come, darlin’?”

I mewl softly. His sexy drawl when he talks to me this way is almost my undoing. I’m still so tightly wound it won’t take much to push me over the edge.

“Please, Liam!” I pant as he squeezes and pulls at my sensitized nipples.

“Answer me!” he says sharply.

“Yes! Please.” I gasp, reaching up to grab his forearms in an attempt to stop the pressure he is exerting on my poor nipples.

He immediately releases me, stepping back. He smirks and then turns, stepping into the elevator he grabs up my dress, undies, and my purse before striding down the hallway.

“Kitchen. Now.”

I look after him in shock and frustration.
The man is fucking crazy.

He turns at the end of the hall, disappearing with my clothes.

To hell with this. I head down the hall toward his bedroom. I know where to find a shirt, and I know how to relieve this deep ache between my legs. Liam has taught me a lot in a few short weeks.