Seeking Justice (18 page)

The bedroom door closes with a soft click behind us as Liam continues to grasp my hand as if he’s afraid I’ll run if he releases me. He looks down, nailing me with his intense blue gaze, and my breath catches.

“I have to call downstairs,” he murmurs.

“Okay,” I breathe.

His eyes are fervent as his gaze holds mine. He releases me, and I finally break eye contact, moving across the room to stand before the doors that open out onto a balcony.

“I’m upstairs.”

I turn to find him watching me as he talks on the house phone. I turn back to look out the darkened window. I feel awkward, not knowing what I should be doing. Undressing? I’m out of my depth here. I don’t have experience in this type of situation. Are men put off by a woman’s lack of sexual knowledge? The thought that it might, flames my self-doubt, and I look back uneasily at Liam as I hear him say, “I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

He sets the phone down on the bedside table. Then he crosses the room in long strides, pulling his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside.

Holy hell!

My eyes greedily devour every inch of his hard, muscular perfection. The fierce hunger in his eyes, almost savage in its intensity, spikes my desire, creating a raw need that hits me like a physical blow.

When he reaches me, he pulls me roughly against the length of his body as he wraps me in his arms and his spicy male scent. His mouth comes down on mine, and his tongue is forceful as he pushes it into my mouth. His kiss consumes, possesses and sucks every ounce of doubt from my thoughts. Our passion is almost tangible, and I strain to get closer as he grips my bottom, squeezing firmly. I smooth my hands across his broad shoulders, down his arms, loving the feel of his hard muscles as I run my hands over his firm chest.

“Fuck, Cait,” he gasps against my lips. When he lifts me up into his arms, I press my mouth to his neck and suck against his skin. I nip and bite as he crosses the room to lower me beside the bed.

“Fucking clothes off. Now!” he snarls as he jerks the duvet and top sheet off the bed.

Our eyes lock as I hurry to pull my dress off as he slides his jeans and briefs down his legs, his erection springs free to stand tall and proud.

I still, my mouth going dry. He is so freaking beautiful, I can’t take my eyes from him.

When he grips his erection and pumps his hand along the length, I look up to meet his knowing blue gaze.

“Is this what you want, darlin’?” he asks with a lascivious smile.

I swallow with difficulty. “Yes,” I breathe.

He walks slowly, purposefully toward me.

“On your knees.”

Chapter Ten

O
h, shit.

I feel as if I’m going to pass out from the riotous emotions running rampant through me. My breathing has escalated, coming in short pants as I sink to the floor in front of Liam.

He reaches down to cup the side of my face, his thumb sliding over my bottom lip.

“You are very beautiful on your knees like this, sugar.”

“Thank you,” I whisper. I’ve never done this before. What if I’m not any good at it.

He runs the fingers of one hand through my hair. “I’ve dreamed of your luscious lips wrapped around my cock from the first moment I saw you,” he murmurs.

Oh, hell.
I close my eyes in a bid to control the sudden wanton image his words evoke. When I look up at him, the heat in his eyes, takes my breath away, and it’s mind staggering to realize that this incredibly sexy man wants
me
.

I take his hard length in my hand, and partially wrap my fingers around his thickness, lightly stroking my hand up and down his length, mimicking his actions of a moment before. Bringing my face close, I lick, slowly drawing my tongue along his length and then back, ending on the underside of the tip where I let my tongue swirl around the engorged head.

Mmmm. I like this.
I can tell he does too with the sudden flexing of his hips.

“Suck it, sugar,” he says, voice husky.

I look up as I draw him into my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair, and he slowly pushes in further.

My tongue presses and swirls around him. I suck firmly, his erection sliding farther into my mouth.

He moans deeply, his head thrown back. My nipples harden, and I feel a sharp pain between my legs in reaction to his response.
Oh!
This is good.
I’m going to drive him out of his mind with need, just as he does me.

With my newfound resolve, my tongue flattens along his hard length, and I suck him in deep.

“Fuck!” He bucks against my face.

His hands tangle in my hair, and he holds my head as he withdraws slightly and then pushes forward again, deeper. Repeating the move, his thickness forces my mouth open wide with each stroke.

“Fuck, Cait!” I look up to see his eyes flash with intense heat. His mouth is open, and he’s breathing hard, labored. He flexes his hips and pushes against me as I suck him deeper. I relax the pressure and withdraw, letting him slide almost all the way out to the tip, my lips catch at the ridge, and I circle it swirling my tongue quickly and firmly around him. He grips my hair tighter and groans as if he’s in pain.

“Suck harder,” he growls through clenched teeth.

I do. I suck as hard as I can, slowly drawing him deep. I stroke his erection with my mouth and throat as I take him deeper, releasing to the tip only to suck him quickly back in, deep and hard. Over and over.

He’s panting, and I raise my eyes, looking up the flat plane of his stomach to take in the magnificence of his beauty. He stands with his legs braced apart, head thrown back, biceps bulging as his hands fist in my hair, and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.

For as long as I live, I will never forget this first time. The first time I caused Liam Justice to come apart, to lose control.

I quicken the strokes of my mouth, moving faster. His moans intensify as I feel his body stiffen. As I draw him as far to the back of my throat as I can, I bare my teeth against him and moan. The sharpness of my teeth, the vibration of my mouth has Liam gripping my hair, pumping his erection deeper.

He suddenly pulls himself free, bends to grip my arms jerking me up off my feet and roughly pulls me against his chest. His mouth comes down on mine almost savagely, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth, just as his erection did only moments before.

He breaks the kiss, grips my waist and throws me onto the bed. As my back hits the mattress, he comes down to his knees between my legs. Gripping my hips, he raises my lower body up off the bed as he enters me, burying himself balls deep in one hard thrust.

I cry out, and my back bows up off the bed.

Fuck!

He doesn’t falter as he pulls my legs up over his shoulders, thrusting into me with a relentless intensity, each thrust deep, ruthless. I whimper at his roughness, and he slows, grabbing my hands to pin them above my head. His eyes smolder as they hold mine captive. “So fucking tight,” he whispers hoarsely. He begins to move again, shifting his hips to hit a spot deep inside my core that soon has me coming apart, screaming his name with a mind-blowing orgasm. Liam continues to pound with vigor, each deep, hard thrust hitting that sweet spot that soon has my insides tightening, my inner muscles contracting around his hard length.

No! Oh, fuck!
This second orgasm rips me apart, wringing cry after cry from me. Liam thrusts twice more and then roars with his release, collapsing on top of me.

I lie there under him, gasping for breath. Oh, my. That was… I nuzzle his shoulder, inhaling the musky scent of his sweat-dampened body. A fine sheen of sweat covers both of us, and it’s sexy as hell. I almost purr with satisfied pleasure.

Eventually I’m able to speak, and I can’t help but wonder…

“Did I do it okay?” I ask, hesitant, knowing that I thoroughly enjoyed what I did to him with my mouth. He seemed to enjoy it too but…

Liam lifts his head, giving me a quizzical look. I nervously bite my lip. He suddenly rolls to his back, taking me with him, slinging his arm over his eyes. “Fuck, Cait!” Then he’s laughing. Hard. He pulls me up, tucking me firmly against his chest, and then rolls us over again until he’s back on top of me, looking down into my eyes. His eyes crinkle at the corners, sparkling with his amusement, and he smiles widely. “I do believe, darlin’ that you just might have a natural born talent there.”

I blush, feeling shy. Damn, but he makes me feel the things I’ve always wanted to feel.

My after sex glow quickly dissipates when I realize Liam didn’t use a condom. I’m horrified, but he seems unconcerned.

“You’re on the pill.”

“Liam,” I push against his chest until he releases me, and I scoot across the bed, putting space between us. “I just started. We’re supposed to use protection for at least two weeks.”

He frowns. “It won’t happen again,” he murmurs. His lack of reaction to the situation annoys me.

“Well, that’s just great, Liam.” I look over at him.

He doesn’t say anything for several moments and then he looks at me. “What can I say, darlin’? I was caught up in the moment.” He smirks. “I guess that answers your question on whether you sucked me off the right way or not.”

I blush profusely at his coarse language and glower at him when he laughs.

“Yeah?” I retort. “Well, what about the fact I’ve now, by association, most likely slept with half the women in this club, and whoever or
whatever
they’ve slept with.”

Wow. That was harsh. But I don’t have time to apologize as he quickly rises to his knees, looming over me. He grips my arms, jerking me up, and I land with a thud against his hard chest. I cry out, alarmed. Eyes that burn with blue fire glare down into mine. He lowers his face, so our eyes meet level.

“Just who the fuck, do you think you’re talking to?” He asks quietly, but it’s a scary kind of quiet. “You are precariously close to me beating your ass.”

I swallow with difficulty.

He continues to glare at me, his eyes blazing with anger, and then he releases my arms and slides out of bed, walking toward the bedroom door, gloriously naked. “Go to sleep,” he growls over his shoulder before exiting the room.

I stare at the closed door, contemplating getting up to dress and leaving. I’m too much of a coward though, not wanting to face Liam’s anger.

I pull his pillow to me, burying my face to inhale his scent.

I moan. My back arching as fingers rub firmly, over and around my clit. I’m brought fully awake when Liam lies on top of me, pressing his erection against my sex, and I whimper softly as he rubs the head of his arousal into my wetness. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, a tiny voice says I’m supposed to be mad at him. I hear the rip of a condom wrapper, and he pulls away from me for a moment. When he presses back into me slightly and then withdraws to rub over my clit, my body shudders in response. His laugh is dark, sexy, and my body reacts as my inner muscles clench uncontrollably. His thick shaft pushes in further, and I groan at the exquisite sensation. Firmly, he relentlessly presses deeper filling me, and I cry out at the feeling of being stretched, filled beyond capacity. “It’s too much,” I gasp as I writhe beneath him, desperate to free myself.

“Baby, we’ve already established you can take all of me.” His voice is deep and raspy. When he thrusts into me, burying himself to the hilt, I cry out as he stretches me to the point of pain. My body strains to accommodate him, and I whimper as his hands hold my hips firmly so I can’t pull away. He withdraws slowly, so slow, pulling against my throbbing nerve endings. My back arches, and I gasp.

“Fuck!” He growls. “I love how tight you are.” His dark, sexy slow voice almost makes me come.

He withdraws completely, and then he’s standing beside the bed, pulling me to the edge, rolling me onto my stomach. “Up on your knees.” I’m dazed, still half-asleep and slow to respond. Impatiently, he grips my hips and pulls me up to my knees, delivering a stinging swat to my bottom.

“Ow!” My hand moves to cover my abused flesh, but he grips both my hands, placing them on the bed.

“On your hands and knees,” he growls, and I quickly do as bid, knowing I’ll receive another swat otherwise and again, he firmly grips my hips.

“Hold on baby, I’m going to fuck you hard now.” His words cause my stomach to clench. He thrusts into me with long steady strokes that soon have my passage a slick slide allowing his shaft to create an unbelievable friction as he pumps in and out of me. When he pulls almost all the way out, I whimper. Without warning, he slams into me almost sending me down flat to the bed. I gasp for breath as he plunges deep again.

He takes me without an ounce of mercy, repeatedly slamming into me. Every muscle in my body strains to remain on my hands and knees, receiving his pounding. I feel the build-up of tension deep inside, winding me tightly, so tight that I hurt with the need for release.

He presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me down until my chest meets the mattress. Pulling my hips higher, he shifts, and then thrusts into me, deep and forceful. My cries are muffled against the mattress as he does indeed, fuck me hard.

The sky is beginning to lighten when he finally lets me rest. I’m exhausted, thoroughly spent as I drift into a deep sleep.

Bright sunlight brings me fully awake, and I roll to look at the bedside clock, groaning when I see the time. I’m supposed to meet Julie in two hours; we have plans to visit one of the local Farmer’s Markets.

I sit up on the side of the bed and wince at the soreness between my thighs. My body heats remembering Liam’s passion. I’m not sure where he is, but I really want to take a shower. I decide to find him first. I glance nervously over my shoulder as I open what I hope is his closet door.

Wow
. His closet is as large as my entire bedroom. I wander in, letting my fingertips gently trail over his hanging clothes as I move to the back of the closet where there are built in shelves. Finding a T-shirt, I quickly slip it over my head.

I carefully close the closet door and then head out to the hallway. It’s quiet, really quiet, and I instinctively know that I’m alone in the apartment. I peek in the closed doors as I walk down the hallway and discover two more en suite bedrooms, beautifully furnished and decorated. They too have French doors that lead out onto the balcony. When I open the door at the end of the hall, I’m a little taken aback. Dust covers drape across everything in the room, and that’s not the only thing that’s different from the other bedrooms. Although this room also has an en suite bathroom, there the similarities end. There are no windows, no outside door to the deck, and the floor is hardwood instead of soft, luxurious carpeting like the others. The room just seems so unfinished with its exposed beams running the length of the ceiling. A storage room? I close the door and retrace my steps back to the point where the hallway branches off to another long hallway that connects to the main rooms of the apartment.

Besides the three bedrooms and storage room, the apartment has a den, a family/media room, formal living/dining room, utility room and a kitchen. I remember the first time I was here, thinking that this place was too large for one person, but I really had no idea. The apartment is bright and open, a more modern design than the rest of the elegant mansion but equally as beautiful.

I walk back to the bedroom, and as I enter, the sunshine lures me to the French doors opening out onto a narrow deck. This side of the house is facing the gardens, and as I open one side of the double doors, I breathe in the sweetly scented spring air. It’s a little breezy as I step out, but otherwise a gorgeous day. The deck, furnished with outdoor furniture, would be a lovely place to sit in the evening. I step to the railing.
Wow, it’s really high up here.
I move back and stand just outside the door in the sunshine to bask in its warmth.

I take a deep breath and wonder where Liam is. I know there’s no morning meeting on Saturday. My thoughts drift to the night before.

Last night!
A small smile crosses my lips. Last night was simply amazing. Definitely unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. It still amazes me my response to Liam. The man is certainly attuned to my body, most assuredly more so than my previous experience with Jeff. And I know that nothing would ever have changed with Jeff if we had stayed together and possibly married. I never lusted after him as I do Liam. I couldn’t have cared less if Jeff and I had sex, but with Liam… I’m turned on by the mere thought of him. I grin. I want sex all the time with Liam. The man makes me feel alive.

Of course, he did piss me off last night. But it wasn’t entirely his fault that he didn’t use a condom, I forgot too. That’s what he does to me. Right from the start, I’ve wanted him and acted like a sex starved—I suddenly wonder how Liam sees me? I cross my arms, hugging my elbows. Maybe that’s the answer for his reaction last night. I’ve never given him reason to respect me.