Page 26 of Resurgent
“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t last a minute.”
I’m about to protest, to dare him to do it, but before I can say anything, he clears his throat and moves away from me. “We should cool off,” he says matter-of-factly. “You’re sticky. Hold still.”
He splashes warm water over my already heated skin. No! I want to stomp my foot with frustration. Just when things were starting to get good! He obviously still thinks I’m not capable of letting go, of being the kind of girl he likes. Well, he thought wrong!
Emboldened by the tequila and the recklessness that comes from knowing I have nothing to lose, I stand up and step out of the hot tub. “You’re right. We should definitely cool off.” I walk over to the plunge pool, then turn back to look at him. He’s still sitting in the hot tub, watching me with hooded eyes, arms outstretched on either side. “You going to join me?”
He stands up, the water streaming in rivulets from his Adonis-like body, then walks over to where I’m standing near the edge of the pool.
I run my fingers lightly over his chest. It’s smooth, with just a smattering of coarse blond hair. I circle his nipples, smiling as he breathes deeply through his nostrils. We’re close enough now that I can feel his breath and see his pupils dilate as his gaze drops, raking over me. I trail my fingers lower, skimming the waistband of his shorts. “Your turn. Close your eyes.”
He does as I say, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Emboldened by a heady sense of power, and loving the effect my touch seems to have on him, I run my fingertips lightly down his side and over his stomach. Those beautiful abs tighten in response, and I swear I can see his cock twitch. Oh yeah, it’s good to have the upper hand with Liam Prescott.
I lean in to kiss him, but at the last minute, a little streak of the devil gets into me and instead, with my hand flat on his chest, I push him backward into the pool. He surfaces a minute later, slicking back his hair with the palm of his hand. There’s a grin on his face as he beckons me to join him.
Feeling bold and powerful, I dive into the water.
“What was that for?” he says when I surface next to him.
“Payback is hell. You going to tame me?”
“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t tempt me.” It comes out as a growl, and my stomach drops to my toes. I hesitate, wondering if I have the nerve to go through with this.
I reach behind me and untie my bikini top, letting it float away. Liam’s smile has faded, and there’s heat in his eyes as he watches me. Slipping my thumbs into the sides of my bikini bottom, I take a deep breath and shimmy out of them, never taking my eyes off Liam.
There’s no turning back now. I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine. He gives me exactly what I’d hoped for, meeting the passion that’s been simmering in me all day with a brutal ferocity of his own. Our mouths fuse together wildly—teeth nipping, tongues tangling and exploring like we’ve been starving. I suck his tongue into my mouth and he groans, then pulls away, his hands on my shoulders.
“Damn Charlotte. What game are you playing?”
“No game. I’ve changed my mind.”
“About?”
“The no-strings-attached, best-sex-of-my-life offer.”
“You’re drunk.”
“A little. But not too drunk to know what I want. I want you. I want this.” I put my hand over the bulge in his swimsuit and it pulses. His cock is rock hard. “Tame me,” I whisper. “If you can.”
He rakes his fingers through his damp hair, his face tortured. “Fuck. There is nothing I want more right now. But I can’t give you anything more than this. I’m on borrowed time. I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. Or the day after that.”
“I know. Me neither. That’s exactly why I want this. Need it! We’re both on borrowed time. I want to feel alive. Besides, I told you…I don’t believe in relationships. I don’t want anything more than this. But we’re here in paradise tonight. I want to lose control,” I whisper.
He stares intently at me, obviously torn between taking what I’m offering and worrying about hurting me. Just my luck that the world’s biggest playboy decides to have an attack of scruples now.
I turn away from him slightly. “But I understand if you’re scared you won’t measure up after all that talk. The bar is pretty high.”
“Youarea brat.” With a throaty growl, his lips are on mine again, his strong hands cupping my buttocks as he lifts me up against him so I can wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss him back, hard. The rough edge of the small pool against my back catches me by surprise. With his body holding me pinned against the wall, he cups my breast with his hand, brushing one callused thumb across the nipple. My breasts feel tight and heavy, and when he takes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it, I groan for more.
“God, I’ve been dreaming of this. Of making you squirm with need. Of seeing that look in your eyes.”
He lowers his head and laves my aching nipple with his tongue, flicking it until my back bows and my head lolls back in pleasure, caught up in the sensation. His lips close around the engorged tip, and he alternately sucks and swirls it with his tongue until my ass is wiggling against the smooth tile of the wall, my sex grinding against his hard length. With his fingers tugging on one nipple, his teeth lightly clamp over the other one and I inhale sharply. Wondering if he’ll remember. Wondering if I want him to, or if it’s better to just live in the moment and have the chance to experience it all again.
He lets go long enough to say, “Shh. Don’t move,” before taking it between his teeth again.
I try not to—I really do. But after a few seconds, I’m certain I can’t take it anymore. The anticipation is killing me. I try to squirm away, but his body is pressing me harder against the wall.
“Liam, I—” I squeal as he bites down harder. My clit is throbbing with need.
