Seeking Justice (14 page)

I turn my face but can’t meet his eyes. I feel so—

“Caitlyn, I told you to look at me.” His voice is firm, this time using a tone that dares me to challenge him. I look up to meet his eyes.

“The way you respond to me—you have no idea how it affects me.” His eyes are glowing, and I swallow deeply.

When he stands, I squeak and clutch at his shoulders. He just stands there holding me in his arms gazing across the room, a man in deep contemplation. I reach up to gently stroke his tense jaw.

He gazes down, a salacious gleam in his eyes. “Ready for wild, unrestrained fucking, darlin’?”

“What?” I squeak again.
Wild, unrestrained fucking?

His answering smile is so wicked, my stomach muscles clench with potent need.

Holy hell!
How does he do that to me? I’m quickly learning he wields a power over my body that is a little unsettling, immensely pleasurable but unsettling.

Liam releases my legs to let me slide down the length of his. He smiles widely before releasing me and striding toward his desk. Picking up the phone, he holds up a finger in a “one moment” gesture.

“Hey, I’m headed upstairs,” he says into the phone.

Upstairs?
My eyes widen, and I quickly turn away. I grab up my dress and slip it over my head. I don’t want to go upstairs! It’s too soon. I’m not ready. I haven’t had time to prepare myself. I take a deep breath trying to calm my racing heart.

“Try not to disturb me.” Liam laughs at what the person on the other end of the call says.

Will he take me to a private room or—Where was that place I saw on the monitor in the security office? Will he take me there? What will he do to me?

My thoughts are racing as fast as my heart, and I jump when Liam takes hold of my elbow.

“Ready, darlin’?”

I don’t say a word as he ushers me toward the back of his office. I’ve paid little attention to this area of the room, since it’s partially blocked off by a screen, and I’m surprised when he leads me to a set of elevator doors. Instead of a call button, there’s a slot where he inserts a card, and the doors open immediately. Inside, Liam touches the control panel as I take a much-needed deep breath. I’m apprehensive and almost paralyzed with indecision. And fear. I wonder what would happen if I say no. Just at the moment the doors close, I realize that my breathing is coming in short gasps. Liam notices too and reaches to touch the control panel again. The doors slide back open.

I feel him looking at me, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I guess… I’m just a little nervous… about going upstairs,” I say softly. I shrug and peek up from under my lashes when he doesn’t respond. He’s watching me intently, his expression unreadable.

Oh, shit!
How badly do I really want him? I bite my lip, knowing my answer.

“Ready?” His tone is as unreadable as his face.

Am I? “Yes,” I whisper.

The doors close again, and it only seems to take a smooth moment before they re-open, presenting a long hallway before us. Liam takes my hand and leads me from the elevator. He stops, letting me look around. It’s hard not to notice the beauty of the entryway, even in my nervousness. Hardwood flooring, crafted in a beautiful chevron pattern in light and dark stain, is the central focus of the room. The walls, and the two doors leading off the hall reflect the same shades of stain, with the woodwork and elaborate crown molding done in an eggshell white. Overhead, integrated lighting draws attention to the long domed ceiling. There’s an antique table against one wall, with a gorgeous mirror displayed above it. The whole effect is lovely.

“Where are we?” I look at him, confused.

His expression is grave and the skin around his eyes, tight. “My apartment.”

I frown as I look around again. “Your apartment? I thought―” My eyes widen in surprise. “You wanted me to think that we were going…” I suddenly find it hard to swallow. “Why would you do that? Make me assume…” I swallow convulsively.
I am not going to cry.

“Maybe… I wanted to see if you would do it for me,” he murmurs.

“Oh!” My breath whooshes out, and I feel a sudden anger. “Did I pass your fucking test?” I snap, glaring at him as his eyes narrow. Then he’s sweeping me up into his arms with effortless ease.

“Put me down!”

His eyes collide with mine. “I don’t think so.” Without warning, he strides from the entryway, storming through one room after the other as I push against his chest, struggling in his arms. He abruptly stops before a closed door, reaching down to open it.

I have a short moment to register that we are in a bedroom before he’s throwing me down on a large bed, quickly coming down on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. He easily captures my wrists before raising them above my head.

Oh, shit!

I suddenly understand the expression of
swooning
as I experience light-headedness when his erotic scent surrounds me. He feels so good, his hard body pinning me to the bed, my anger of a moment before quickly forgotten. I desperately want to move my legs apart, but his lie on either side holding mine firmly in place. With the amount of movement, he does allow, I arch my body against his, moaning with my arousal.

“Look at me, Caitlyn,” he commands.

I bring my eyes to his, and his intense gaze delves into mine, immediately immersing me in blue.

“If you’re going to be with me,
I
decide when and where I fuck you, darlin’.”

I think I nod my head slightly.

“Do you want to be with me?” He demands.

“You know I do,” I answer breathlessly.

“Well then, it doesn’t matter where—does it now?”

“But—” I bite my lip and unwittingly turn my face.

Liam pulls my wrists into one large hand, gently gripping my chin with the other, turning my face back to his.

“I told you I have no intention of sharing you with anyone. That means,”—he leans down to give me a quick, soft kiss—“no one else sees your delectable body but me. No one touches you but me, and most definitely, no one watches you come. But. Me.”

His words are seductive and ignite an almost unbearable yearning in me. I tug against his hold on my hands. “Liam,” I gasp, desperate to touch him.

His laugh is husky and masculine. Tangling his hand in my hair, he holds my head in place as he kisses me long and hard. I’m breathless when he releases my lips. He lifts off me to stand beside the bed, and as he looks down at me, panting with my need for him, he removes his shirt.

Liam is breathtakingly handsome with clothes on but without—he’s devastating.

His body is lean but impressively ripped. His chest is solid and well defined, his pecs impressive.

The round, silver medallion I have long wondered about lies nestled against his hard chest, and I find myself suddenly jealous of an inanimate object.

I kick off my heels before sliding back and sitting up on the bed, tucking my legs under me as he unbuttons his slacks. As he slides his zipper down, I look up, and his lips lift slightly as his pants drop to the floor. I inhale sharply as he kicks his slacks to the side. He’s left standing in a pair of tight, white
Calvin Klein
boxer briefs that sit low on his hips. I swallow with difficulty as I take in the sexy lines of his sculpted V, which sets off his chiseled abs.

My eyes travel lower. I knew he was well endowed, very evident in the jeans that he wears and the feel of his erection whenever he presses it against me. But now his briefs blatantly display his package in vivid detail, and I get the idea that I might have underestimated a bit. I bite my lip. I look up again to see that he’s watching me closely, his eyes full of sensual promise. I uncurl my legs and slowly crawl to the edge of the bed. I reach out with my need to touch, and he catches my hand.

“What do you want, darlin’?”

“I want to touch you.”

“Do you?”

I look up, searching his face. “Don’t you want me to?”

“Oh yes,” he drawls.

He immediately jerks me off the bed to stand before him. I sway slightly with the suddenness of the move.

“Touch away.”

Standing this close to him, I have to tilt my head back to meet his amused gaze. I reach up, and my fingers flex around his muscled shoulders. This is the first time I’ve had the chance to really touch him, and I feel a slow sizzle that begins low in my belly, my stomach muscles tightening.

I run my hands over his broad shoulders, down his arms loving the feel of the hard muscle beneath his skin. Smoothing my hands back up his arms, I angle them down across his chest. When I reach his rock-hard abs, I flatten my hands out, moving my palms down the rippled expanse, my bottom lip caught between my teeth.

Geez.
I’ve never been more turned on. He’s incredible. A freaking work of art!

When I reach the waistband of his briefs, I look up and gasp softly at the heat in his eyes.

“Don’t stop now, darlin’, we’re having too much fun.”

I look down. His erection juts out at me, and as I watch, it pulsates and twitches against the material of his briefs, jutting out further as if it’s seeking contact with me.

Liam reaches down to grasp the hem of my dress. “Arms up.” I glance nervously at the glass doors across the room from us. “They’re tinted, no one can see in,” Liam assures me.

I tentatively raise my arms as ordered, and I’m left standing in my underwear. When he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down, his erection springs free, slapping against my belly.

I squeak and step back, and then I’m embarrassed at my reaction. Liam laughs as he kicks his briefs toward his slacks.

He grips my arms and pulls me close again. “Careful, darlin’. It
will
bite.”

I giggle.

He runs his fingers under the straps of my bra. “Now that’s a sweet sound, sugar.”

I look up to meet his amused gaze, quickly looking back down as his erection continues to extend upward, nudging against my stomach.

Oh, my…

I reach my hand between us and partially wrap my fingers around him.
He’s huge!
He also feels like velvet-covered steel, throbbing in my hand, long and thick. I gulp, suddenly nervous about being able to take all of him.

“Turn around, darlin’.”

I do as bid, and he unfastens my bra, slowly sliding the straps off my shoulders and down my arms.

The contrast of the cool air compels my nipples to stand painfully erect, and the heat of his body against my back, causes goose bumps to erupt on my skin.

He gathers my hair, pulling it to my back. “I can’t wait for this to fall over my chest and stomach as you ride me.”

I suddenly feel hot at that mental image.

His finger strokes down the side of my neck, sliding across my naked shoulder. I feel weak in the knees as both his hands cover my breasts, my breath hitching up a notch.

“I like that I affect you this way.” His voice is low and raspy. My eyes widen in surprise at his admission. He leans close, his breath brushing my ear. “It’ll make my fucking you all the more intense.” I gasp softly, a jolt of sharp desire twisting my insides.

His hands move from my breasts, one to rest against my stomach, the other to encircle my throat.

Oh.

I tremble against him, and when his mouth moves to my ear, my head falls back against his chest. His lips nibble down the side of my neck, ending with his hot, open mouth on my bare shoulder. I cry out softly at the sensation.

“Fuck, Cait. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he says almost gutturally, and I wonder what’s stopping him. I’m more than ready.

His fingers stroke across the front of my thong. “Do you want to save this?”

It takes me a moment to comprehend what he asks.

“Yes!” He’s already destroyed one pair.

“Then let’s get you out of it.”

I start to step away, and he pulls me back against him. “Don’t move.” He grips my hair and tugs. “You don’t move again unless I tell you to.”

“Okay,” I breathe.

He squats behind me, sliding his finger under the G-string, following underneath the elastic, down between my cheeks to my sex.

“Liam!” I gasp.
Oh.
There’s no way I can be still as he slides his finger between my slit, back and forth. “Please!” I cry out. He needs to stop teasing me, or I’m going to spontaneously combust.

I bite my lip, somewhat relieved when he withdraws his finger and pulls my thong down my legs.

He stands and reaching around me, he pulls the duvet down the bed. I practically salivate watching the muscles in his back ripple with his movements.

“On the bed, sugar.” He smiles down at me.

I move to do as instructed as he reaches into the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a foil packet. I pull the sheet up to my chin.

“You’ll need to get on birth control, these aren’t as reliable,” he says as he lays the packet on the bed.

“How do you know I’m not?” He looks at me with raised brow. “I’m… not.” I flush and look away.

Liam reaches over, yanks the sheet and grabs my ankles pulling me across the bed.

“How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

Geez
,
he asks personal questions.
“Two years.” I know my face turns red, and I’m suddenly annoyed with him. “How long has it been since you’ve had sex? An hour?”

He blinks. At first he looks slightly surprised by my question, and then he narrows his eyes. He moves quickly, grasping my wrists, jerking me up flush against his body, my face level with his. I gasp softly, and then bite my lip to keep from crying out. He wraps an arm around my back and a hand across my bottom anchoring me tightly to his front. My breasts, pressed against his chest, swell with my arousal, and my stomach against his, clenches with need. It feels heavenly.

“You best learn to control that smart mouth, sugar.” His voice is raspy. He gives me a quick kiss, and when he licks across my bottom lip, my stomach flutters. “I’d hate to start the night off by punishing you.”

What?

I didn’t think I could be any more aroused. But the combined sensations of skin on skin while pressed tightly against him, his tantalizing scent, and the sexy tone of his dominating voice almost makes me come.