Liam’s control snapped.
He stalked toward her, his entire body strung taut with desire as he halted a foot away from her, close enough to catch her sharply indrawn breath and smell the scent of soap and shampoo on her hair and skin. The pulse point in her throat beat hard and fast. He was already hard and throbbing for her. His hands flexed with the need to touch, to claim.
“You kept my shirt,” he said, his voice low and raspy. Seeing it on her fired something primitive inside him. An instinct that insisted she was still his and always would be, no matter what. Had she had other lovers after him? Had she let another man kiss her, put his hands on her naked body? The thought made a growl of denial rise in his throat.
Honor held his gaze and didn’t say anything because the response was obvious.
He wanted her to admit the reason she wore it. “Why?”
“Because I like it.”
No. “Why?” he demanded, an edge of steel to his voice.
“It reminds me of you,” she said with a slight shrug.
He suppressed a triumphant sound. “You sleep in it.”
Her chin lifted, almost in defiance. “So? I like the feel of it against my skin.”
Because it reminded her of him. His touch. The feel of his body on hers. Him moving inside her, making her feel so good she cried out his name over and over.
The confirmation broke the last thread of caution holding him in check.
Reaching up to take her face between his hands, he brought his mouth down on hers. Hard.
Honor gasped as he pushed his tongue between her lips, needing to be inside her. The familiar taste of her flooded him with memories. Flashes of slow, heated make-out sessions, and lazy weekend mornings in bed exploring each other’s bodies.
She uncrossed her arms and grabbed hold of his shoulders, her fingers sinking into him as she surged up on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. Heat exploded in his gut. He groaned in approval and backed her up against the rough plywood wall, one hand sliding between it and her shoulder to protect her stitches, his other arm snaking around her waist to pull her flush to his body. She moaned at the contact and opened for the urgent stroke of his tongue, the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest and one leg hooking around the back of his.
He gripped the back of her head with one hand and cupped one of her ass cheeks with the other, lifting her into him. The moment his erection rubbed against the apex of her thighs she gasped and he felt a tremor rip through her. Raw, explosive need slammed into him.
More. Deeper.
Mine.
The kiss was wild and hungry, frantic. He took her mouth as he wanted to take her body, tangling his tongue with hers, nipping and licking at her lips and she was right there with him. Using his strength to hold her in place and recalling every secret he knew about her body, Liam mounted a full-out assault on her senses.
Honor whimpered into his mouth and rubbed herself against him, wrapping her legs around his hips in an attempt to get closer. He turned them and lowered her to her back on the bunk, then immediately covered her with his weight. The feel of her beneath him obliterated the ability to think. She gripped the back of his neck and arched upward, the needy little sounds coming from her throat making him even hotter.
Impatient, he reached one hand down, grasped the hem of the T-shirt and yanked it upward. He broke the kiss long enough to look down and take in the sight of her round breasts, heaving with each excited breath she took and topped with tight, candy pink nipples.
The sight of her naked and spread out beneath him for the first time in more than a year and a half made his hand shake as he brushed the hair back from her face. He’d missed her. Missed her so goddamn much it had been like walking around with a giant hole in the center of his chest for the past nineteen months.
He’d told himself it couldn’t possibly have been as good between them as he remembered, but it was. It was better. Their chemistry was as intense as ever, unlike anything he’d felt with anyone else. He’d imagined this moment so many times, he could hardly believe it was happening.
On a wordless groan he cupped her breasts, stroking his thumbs across the rigid peaks. Honor gasped and dug her fingers into his scalp, urging him closer. Lowering his head, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
“Ah, God,” she cried, twisting in his grip.
Liam looked up into her face. A dark part of him thrilled at her expression of sensual ecstasy as he laved and sucked at her sensitive flesh. His cock was swollen to bursting against the front of his pants, pressing on her inner thigh. With her legs still wrapped around him she undulated, rubbing over his rigid flesh.
He hissed in a breath and tended to her other nipple, half-crazy with the need to come. Right then he wanted to strip those shorts off and pound into her so badly, remind her what they’d been missing out on all this time, but he knew he needed something else even more.
He wanted her total surrender. Wanted to pin her beneath him and reduce her to her most vulnerable state, make her want him until she was begging for release before he satisfied her and listened to her call out his name.
Desire swirled through him, fueling his need. He wanted her to fucking crave him, remind her of how good it was between them so this moment would be burned into her mind forever, then drive her over the peak while he watched.
When he released her nipple and raised his head, the sheer desire in her heavy-lidded eyes took his breath away. “More,” she urged. “Hurry.” Her hands reached for his shirt and dragged it over his head.
Liam pulled hers off and tugged her shorts over her hips as she grabbed his waistband and undid his pants. He rolled to the side and shucked them along with his underwear while she slid her shorts off.
The sweet scent of her arousal hit him, the sight of those coppery curls between her thighs making it impossible to think. With a low groan he gripped her upper thighs and pushed them up and outward, exposing the tender pink flesh of her sex. Her hands flew to his shoulders and squeezed, the muscles in her thighs and belly tensing as he stared at her with unabashed hunger. She was breathing fast and shallow, burning for him.
One slender hand slid to the back of his head and pulled as she raised her hips in a silent plea. “Taste me,” she whispered unevenly.
God, he needed to. Liam eased down between her open thighs, captivated by the sight of her so aroused and needy for him. Holding her legs captive, he settled his mouth against her core. At the first touch of his lips Honor cried out and twisted in his grip, her fingers clenching in his hair.
So fucking sweet, he thought as he circled her clit with his tongue, slow and soft, just the way she loved it. He knew every single one of her sweet spots and planned to hit all of them before he was done. Making Honor writhe and beg, then scream in release, was something he’d once lived for and he wanted to do it again now. Maybe this time more than ever.
Liam held her thighs in place, enjoying every second of this. Licking and nibbling at her most sensitive flesh, he continued to tease her over and over until she was mewling and panting for breath. Only when she was gasping for breath did he dip down and plunge his tongue inside her.
Her fractured cry echoed through the room. He couldn’t control the guttural sound that rumbled up from his chest, a sense of deep satisfaction flowing through him as he finally tasted her the way he’d been longing to. Burying his tongue inside her warmth was primal, deeply intimate. It’d been so long.
He hadn’t been with anyone since her. He’d had the opportunity and just hadn’t been interested. She’d ruined him for any other woman and her sweet, familiar taste was so damn good, making her incoherent with pleasure the ultimate high.
Her body arched. Honor writhed against his mouth, making little pleading noises but he didn’t stop tormenting her, using every trick he knew to take her right to the edge before moving up and closing his lips around her swollen clit. Her long, throaty moan stroked over his heated skin like a caress. He flicked his tongue gently as he sucked at the tender bud, pulling more of those beautiful, helpless sounds from her.