Capture Me: Alpha Billionaire Romance (Hollywood Dreams) (16 page)

I sighed, not realizing that was what I was trying to do until he gave voice to it. “You’re right. It’s so hard when I see her doing stupid stuff to not want to just fix it.” I smoothed out the left cuff of his shirt. “She’s not ready to be out on her own, even though she’s eighteen.” I blew out another breath. “Am I doing too much for her?”

“When you’ve relied on certain people to always be there and then they suddenly aren’t, it’s like a piece of you is missing with them. That takes time to heal. We all have our own way. You just need to help her with hers—when she’s ready.”

“Sometimes I forget they’re even gone.” The words spilled from my mouth before I thought about it. Not something I wanted to admit, especially not to Liam, but he just had a way of making me feel comfortable to say what I really needed to get out.

“There are days when you wonder why you haven’t received a phone call from them.” Liam’s voice softened.

I nodded, relived he understood. “Exactly. Then it hits me harder than before.”

Liam took my hand and brought it to his lips. “You’ve been so strong in this. I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I read you well enough to see the pain you’re carrying. You’re not alone.”

“I know I need to be there for Dani, but the less I burden her the better.”

“I’m not talking about Dani.” He squeezed my hand again, then lightly bit one of my knuckles.

“Hey!”

His eyes lit up. “That’s for not thinking about me.”

“Trust me, not thinking about you is not my problem.” My cheeks flushed a hot red.

If he only knew how many times I’d pictured his head between my legs. Licking me. Flicking that amazing tongue against my swollen button. Making me squirm. Just seeing the image in my mind made me pool between my thighs. I leaned against him, wrapping our intertwined hands around my back. “See, I’m thinking about you right now.”

“Are you?” He kissed my forehead.

“Oh, yes,” I mewed as his lips traveled down my neck.

“Tell me, what do you think about when you think of me?”

I gasped as he nipped my ear.

“How interesting,” he said, and kissed his way down my jaw.

I moaned as he took my chin in his fingers and brought his mouth to mine.

“You know,” he said between breaths, “we really need to work on your thought process.” With every kiss, my mind fogged with thoughts of him, of what he was about to do to me. An upward spiral of sensations warmed me, made me wetter with every touch and lick.

“Mmmm . . .” I moaned. “I lost the point of this conversation.”

Liam moved away from the railing and guided me to the lounge chair beside the pool. “This is where I want you. For now,” Liam said as he trailed a finger down the collar of his shirt I was wearing to the first fastened button below my breasts. “You’ve been giving me little peeks all evening,” he said as he slipped a hand under the cotton and traced it along the inside curve of my breast. “Teasing me.” I tipped my head back as he lifted the triangle with a finger and flicked my nipple. “It’s my turn to tease you.”

“What—would you like—me—to think—now?” I teased back, but the words came out in short gasps as he rolled my nipples into tight peaks.

Liam released my breast, and without meaning to, I whimpered. I’d do anything to get his hands on me again. I reached out and he pulled back, giving me a slow smile.

I waited for his answer, for his hands to continue, for . . . anything. Knowing that if I asked, that if I begged like my body and mind wanted to, he’d only torture me more.

He leaned over me for a time. Seconds, maybe minutes ticked by. I couldn’t read Liam’s mind, but his hunger for me was clear. We stared into each other’s eyes, then gazed longingly at the parts of each other that we wanted to touch. He finally lifted his hand and placed a single finger against his mouth.

My thoughts shifted back to reality as he reached out and popped open the button just below my breasts. He kissed the newly exposed skin, sending shivers down my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid my tongue across my bottom lip before taking it between my teeth.

He stopped, grabbed my wrists, and pulled them above my head.

“W—”

He crushed his mouth against mine, silencing my protest. “Shhhh.” Liam drew the sound out as he retreated from my lips.

And with that, I fell under his tantalizing spell. His whim became mine.

“Let me . . .” He unbuttoned a button. “Pleasure you . . .” Another button popped free. “Exactly how I plan to.” Another one, until there were none left. He trailed his tongue down the line of my stomach that he had just exposed. All the way down to the sliver of material tied around my waist.

I whimpered again when he stopped and stepped back. Now, I knew I was in trouble.

Liam stood over me and I wondered if I’d done something wrong.

Pure mischief danced in his eyes as he looked at his unbuttoned shirt hanging from my shoulders, spread open.

It seemed a bit unfair—him still wearing his tee and shorts and me wearing nothing more than a few pieces of material covering my most private of places. Any other time I would suggest we move inside, but he’d made it clear no peep could come from my lips or he’d give me another dose of delicious torture.

Just when it seemed he wasn’t going to make a move, he slipped a finger underneath the material covering my left breast and pulled it aside. My eyes widened with surprise, and before I could open my mouth in protest, he did the same with the other triangle.

Though the sky had shifted from pinks to dark blues, there was still enough light for anyone in the buildings around us to see us should someone become curious enough to gaze our way.

With my arms still in the sleeves, he pulled them to my sides and beneath my back. He kissed me until my back arched and chest lifted. I could have easily removed the shirt and touched him like I wanted, but I let him guide me exactly where he wanted me. This was his night, and my time to let go.

The evening wind swept over my exposed skin, sending a wave of goosebumps across my breasts and down my arms. I shivered and giggled ever so slightly.

He pressed the length of his body against mine, trapping my arms beneath me. Grabbing my ass with one hand, he began to grind against me with his heavy girth until I was sure the bit of material down there had been completely soaked through.

I moaned as he curled a finger to feel for himself.

A light squeal escaped through my lips when he pulled his hand away from my hot mound. Every ounce of my body yearned for him to keep going, to dip inside me and give me the release I so desperately needed.

But he didn’t. Instead, he leaned away from me, looking at me. “You want me to keep going?”

Are you crazy? Yes!
I nodded and felt heat race up my neck.

“And you won’t make another sound until I say you may?”

I shook my head.

“Good girl.” He smiled as he curled a finger around the bikini that wrapped around and under my breasts. As he moved his hand along the material, he pulled my chest to his lips, licking and nipping one hardened kernel.

My breath hitched.

Then his circling tongue stopped and he looked at me.

With Liam’s direct gaze so intent on mine, I had to force myself to stay still. Once he knew I wasn’t going to make a sound, he nipped at my other pebbled breast. I leaned my head harder into the pillow of the lounger and the shirt slipped off my shoulders. Instead of pulling it off, he pushed it beneath me where my hands were still trapped, and said, “That ought to do it.” He stood back again to let his eyes drift over me, but instead of teasing me with tortured pleasure, he drank in every curve with his eyes. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

I bit my lip, forcing myself from any sort of response—a torture in itself.

Liam moved his hands down my bare shoulders, cupped my breasts, flicked my nipples with his thumbs, trailed the length of my stomach, and knelt before me. It all happened so fast, and before my mind could keep up, he hooked his fingers around my bikini bottom and pulled it right off.

“Gorgeous.” He spread my legs wide, watching my lips part for him. “So, sexy.”

“Anyone can see us.” I said the words before thinking that I just broke his one demand. I pressed my mouth together. When he sat back on his heels, I wanted to somehow take the words back. I needed him to continue. Badly.

Liam raised an eyebrow. He stood, and disappointment raked through me. Liam kept his unreadable eyes on mine. His face now so close, I wondered if he planned to kiss me again or if he was just doing this to drive me mad.
God, I hoped he would kiss me.

With my girls bare to the world, legs spread-eagle, the anticipation of what came next rose every second he stood, waiting to take what I’d already considered to be his—me.

Then Liam plunged two fingers inside me.

I gasped in surprise as he pulled them out and pushed them in again.

Teasing me.

Fucking me.

Melting me into a hot mess.

My breasts bounced with every thrust of his hand. He didn’t let up. Even as my legs shook, he continued to fuck me with his thick, strong fingers.

I wanted to move, to touch him, to taste him. But his gaze held me on my back, trapping my hands, forcing me to take his thrusts on my own.

My body began to tingle and my breaths shortened.

I was close.

Real close.

But I held back, unable to handle Liam stopping now.

“That’s it.” His words were warm against my ear and I knew he could feel my pussy tighten around him. “Now let me hear you.” He scissored his fingers and pressed on my swollen nub, sending me out of this world.

His words were like permission for my body to explode. And explode I did.

Pleasure released from every pore of my body as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My world was knocked off its axis and sent spinning around Liam Rising.

I came hard and fast and shuddered through one of the most delicious orgasms of my life.

My voice came back with a scream—and if anyone hadn’t noticed us before, they certainly would now. We were here, and Liam was behind the wheel, making me not care about anything but what he’d just done to me.

My back arched in ecstasy as I giggled.

“Good girl.” He leaned over me, then licked his fingers, tasting my juices.

“Still addicted?” My lids hooded over.

Liam knelt between my legs again and gave me the same mischievous smile I’d grown to enjoy tonight. “Very much.” He kissed one thigh, then the other, then pulled my legs around him as he settled between my thighs.

A flutter tingled through me as my eyes widened. “Holy shit. Again?”

He smiled. “When I like something, I don’t stop until I’ve had enough.”

CHAPTER 27

Liam

The walk sign counted down to zero. “Let’s go. Now.” Paisley pulled me into the New York street.

“What the—” I jogged out with her. When the light turned green, we half-ran the rest of the way.

She laughed and blew out a breath as we got to the restaurant’s front door. “Whew, made it.”

My heart beat faster thanks to her, but not in the way she would have liked. I called her yesterday to meet me for lunch and figured she would want to go to the new coffee shop she talked so much about.

I should have known she’d choose the most expensive spot in the area. That was always her thing, especially when I picked up the bill. Picking a place for quality and taste rather than the price tag had never been on Paisley’s radar.

Paisley wrapped her arm under mine as the hostess led us through the restaurant to our table. I didn’t pull away. The last thing I wanted to do in this moment was to make her put her guard up. Keeping Paisley calm and reasonable had to be my priority. Nothing else mattered but getting answers to what was going on.

The hostess led us to a high-top table and a pair of stools beside the bar. Paisley frowned and didn’t sit. Her hand went to her belly. “I don’t mean to be a bother, but could we get one of the regular tables outside? I could really use the fresh air.”

The hostess’s eyes went to Paisley’s stomach and she brightened. “Of course, and I’ll get some water for you right away.”

“That would be great.” Paisley smiled as I held open the door to the outdoor patio.

The round tables-for-two out here were barely large enough for one. Paisley pulled her chair beside mine. I gritted my teeth and told myself that now we’d both have a decent view of the street.

With Paisley sitting so close, our legs touching, the vibe of this place switched from chic to annoying. Everything concerning Paisley had become more and more of a headache. Then she’d dropped that baby bomb on me that I still didn’t know how to handle.

As our waiter placed our waters on the table, Paisley took my hand. “I’m so glad you called.” She ran her fingers across my wrist, giving me goosebumps, and not in a good way.

Not the way Tessa did. No doubt I wanted her to be sitting next to me, not Paisley. This was something that I needed to end, and soon.