Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,46

heart race even faster and my stomach tighten.

“I haven’t been with anyone since that night I was with you. You’re all I’ve been able to think about for the last two months.”

His words were shocking and unfair and more importantly a lie. Liam didn’t think about me.

He didn’t get to pretend like I suddenly mattered to him.

“You haven’t thought about me.” I stated the fact that we both already knew. “You’re only thinking about me now because you need me.”

“Don’t tell me what I’m thinking.” He pushed closer to me, my hand firm against his groin. “You don’t have a fucking clue what’s going through my head.”

He was right, but that was only because he made it that way. He’s the one who always kept me at arm’s length. He was the one who didn’t want this.

“Then show me.”

As soon as the words left my lips, his mouth crashed down against mine. It wasn’t gentle or smooth. This was no longer the Liam that he let everybody see. He was messy and unrestrained, and I loved it.

His teeth hit mine, his lips swallowed my moan, and just when I thought I knew what he was going to do next, he sucked my tongue into his mouth before biting down on the tip. He didn’t talk as he pressed a knee into the mattress or as he used his hands under my arms to lift me farther up the bed.

He had me exactly where he wanted me, and I wouldn’t dare move a muscle. I was too scared that one wrong move would make him stop. One wrong move and he would regret what he started.

There wasn’t a trace of hesitation in his touch as he pushed my shirt up my stomach and traced the movement with his tongue. He nipped my belly button, making my back arch off the bed, but he didn’t stop. He continued his path until my shirt was above my chest and his mouth was still pressed against my skin.

He didn’t stop as he tasted the edge of my breast or when he jerked my bra to the side so he could run his tongue over my nipple.

I pulled my t-shirt the rest of the way off, eager for him to have full access to my body, but he caught me last minute, trapping my hands above my head.

He didn’t look up or even acknowledge the hold he had on me, but I could feel it. I felt the way his fingers were digging into my wrists all the way to my toes, and I thought I was going to die if he didn’t do something more.

“Liam.” His name was a plea, but I didn’t know what I was asking for.

Something. Anything.

He looked up at me then, his gaze holding mine as he spoke with his lips still pressed against my nipple. “What do you want, baby?”

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, but I didn’t dare move my gaze away from his. He was too mesmerizing, and I didn’t know if I would ever get to see him this way again.

“Yes. You do.” He moved down my body, still holding my gaze, and he stared at me as he flicked his tongue against my panties.

I wasn’t a prude or some damn virgin who didn’t know what she was doing. I knew what I wanted when it came to sex, but when it came to Liam, it was different. I didn’t even have my damn panties off, and he already had me panting his name.

There was something about him that threw me off. He made me feel like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing, and the only thing that was running through my mind was more.

Whatever he was going to give me, I wanted more.

I shook the t-shirt off my wrists and sat up on my elbows as he tugged my panties down my legs. I half expected him to spread me open, to dive into me without any thought, but that wasn’t Liam’s style. He was calculated and teasing, and every move he made was driving me insane.

He pushed my legs together, placing his on either side of them, and he lightly ran his tongue along the seam of my pussy. Somehow that barely-there touch did more for me than any touch from any man before him.

He slid his tongue inside slowly. Every part of me wanted to force my legs open for him, but he wasn’t having any of it. He