Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,5

I had to stop myself from begging him for more. When he didn’t move, I slipped my tongue from my mouth and licked along the seam of his lips.

It was enough to unhinge him.

His mouth smashed against mine, his hand moved into my hair, and any chance I had of not letting the two of us cross this line went straight out the window. His lips moved against mine, and it took practically no effort on his part to force my lips apart. It was as if my body knew exactly what he wanted, and me and her? We were going to hand it over to him willingly.

I pressed my hips against his, begging for more of him, just as his tongue slid against mine, and I could feel how badly he wanted me. That simple reassurance fueled me. I lifted my hands from his chest, and for the first time since I had met Liam, I let my fingers skim over his skin freely.

I ran them along the edge of his sharp jaw. I dug them into his scalp as he nipped my bottom lip, and I used them to grip his hair and force him closer to me even though neither of us barely had room to breathe.

Breathing wasn’t important in that moment though. Not when I was with him.

His hand crawled down my side leaving a trail of goose bumps before he roughly grabbed my hip, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that left my lips.

“This is a bad idea.” He said the words, but he didn’t stop. My dress was slipping up my legs as he tightened his hand around the fabric and his mouth was moving along my jaw before he pressed his lips just below my ear.

“I’ve always had a thing for bad ideas.” I was breathless as his teeth drug across my neck.

He kissed along my collarbone, making sure to take the time to run his tongue along the slight dip there, before he continued his way down my chest. He slipped my strap from my shoulder, and deep down I knew I should have been concerned about someone walking around the corner and finding us, but I wasn’t.

My nipple pebbled as it met the evening air, and he leaned back to look as he gently caressed it with his thumb and made me want to come out of my skin. I watched his every move as I attempted to calm my breathing, but then he looked up at me and held my eyes as he lowered his mouth.

The feel of his tongue against my skin had me squirming against him, the feel of his hand practically bruising my hip as he tried to hold in both his restraint and mine had me forcing my hips harder into his. Liam Gentry was a tease. He had been since the moment I met him, and I wasn’t sure if I could handle another damn moment of it.

I reached forward, my hand skimming over his groin, and his mouth on my nipple was no longer soft or playful. He reached up, dropping the other strap and my dress fell, the fabric bunching just below my ribs.

“God.” He took a small step back to look at me, my breasts completely on display, my shoulders pressed against the house, my hips still searching for his. “You are so damn beautiful.”

I smiled at him, but I didn’t need his words or admiration. I had been called beautiful by so many men during sex that I was beginning to feel lazy at this point, but I knew that’s what they wanted me for. My beauty. My body.

And even if my chest did ache a little at the thought when it came to Liam, I had become used to the idea a long time ago.

He ran his hand from just below my jaw to the center of my chest, and I took that slow, calculated moment to try to clear my head and lock any possible feelings into the vault where they belonged.

His hand stopped right at my ribs, where it tightened before he used it to lift me off the wall and spin me as if I weighed nothing at all. His chest against my bare back, he pushed the stray hairs off my neck before pressing a soft kiss in their place.

He wrapped my hands in his, his practically engulfing mine, before he lifted them and pressed them against the house. The move forced my back to