Collateral Damage

He reached one hand back to grab the fabric between his shoulder blades and peeled it over his head. Honor made a low sound and attacked his neck and chest with her mouth, tongue licking at his skin, teeth nipping as though she wanted to eat him alive.

Lust roared through him, amped up by everything that had happened in the past few hours. He wanted to plunge inside her and feel her clench around him, her arms and legs wound around him, holding tight. He wanted his scent all over her skin, wanted her to cry out with the pleasure only he could give her and come inside her.

Liam gripped a handful of her hair and tugged, bringing her lips up to his. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, mimicking what he wanted to do to her body with his cock, trapped hard and aching against his fly. Her hands reached for the waistband of his pants and ripped them open. He peeled off her shirt. A seam ripped and he faltered only a second when he saw the bandage on her upper arm, reminding him that she’d been hurt.

“No, it’s fine, don’t stop. Hurry,” she urged against his lips, her busy hands already shoving down his pants and sliding into the front of his boxers. The second her fingers wrapped around his length he tensed and let out a raw groan.

Fusing his mouth to hers, he picked her up by the hips and started for the stairs, intent on claiming his woman.

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Honor could barely breathe for the tidal wave of desire crashing over her. Liam’s cock was hard and hot in her hand, her sensitized nipples rubbing against her bra with each step he took. He tasted dark, spicy and desperate. Delicious. She couldn’t get enough, kept gliding her tongue against his as he headed up the stairs to her room.

But she couldn’t wait that long.

Tightening her legs around his waist, she grabbed one of his shoulders and leaned back to slide her fist up and down his hot length. Liam sucked in a breath and shot one hand out to grab the railing, his low groan vibrating straight to the pulsing ache between her thighs. Still palming the back of her head with one hand he kissed her harder, his movements rough and urgent, firing her blood. Need pulsed through her, raw and untamable.

She stroked him again, slower this time, pulling back to see his expression. His eyes were a deep, molten green, smoldering with a need she was dying to see unleashed.

“Now,” she breathed against his lips. “Right now.” Hard and deep and fast.

She ended up with her back against the stairs, one of Liam’s hands between her shoulder blades as he undid the clasp of her bra and tossed it aside. He cupped her breasts in his palms and rubbed the length of his cock against the apex of her thighs, still covered by her pants and underwear. His mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue hot and wet against the rigid peak.

Yessss…

Honor hissed in a breath and twisted, her fingers gripping his hair and her thighs squeezing his hips.

“Get inside me,” she panted, out of her mind with need.

Liam kept tormenting her nipples as he wrenched her pants down and off. With a single, hard jerk, he tore the side of her underwear and tugged them aside to bare her slick folds to him. She grabbed the back of his neck and ground her hips against him, desperate, uncaring that the stair beneath her was digging into her spine.

Without warning he slid his arms around her and turned them in a fluid display of masculine power that pushed her arousal even higher. He settled her on top of him, her knees braced on the stair on either side of his hips, his cock jutting between them, dark and swollen.

Placing her hands on his chest, Honor felt the heat of him sear her palms. He cupped one side of her ass in one big hand and cradled a breast in the other, his eyes smoldering as he gazed up at her. “Ride me.”

The deep command sent a shiver through her. It surprised her that he was allowing her to be on top, but she knew he’d done it out of consideration for her comfort because of the stairs. Though his thoughtfulness touched her, she didn’t want him thinking she was fragile right now. She needed the rough-edged sex he could give her to ease the ache inside and push away the memory of what had happened tonight. This moment with Liam, the powerful intimacy of it, was all that mattered.

Pulling his head toward her, she moaned when he took her nipple into his mouth, and began rubbing her aching sex along his cock. The friction along her clit sent tingles radiating outward, mixing with the tug of his lips, the stroke of his tongue.

Lifting up, she grasped his cock and settled herself over the thick head. With a sharp tug she pulled his head back, stared into his eyes as she lowered her weight and impaled herself on him.

Liam’s hips surged, his lips capturing her fractured moan as he sank deep inside her. The heavy, delicious pressure increased the throb in her clit. Honor feasted on his mouth as she rode him, her entire body trembling with need. Liam groaned and gripped her ass harder, urging her to move harder, faster. He broke the kiss and bent to suck one of her tight nipples into his hot mouth.

Pressure began to coil deep inside her, spreading out from where they were joined. Honor slipped a hand between her legs to stroke her clit. Liam released her nipple and leaned back to watch her tease herself while she rode him, his expression taut with desire.

She pumped her hips faster, took him harder as pleasure sizzled along her nerve endings. A gasp tore free, followed by a soft moan as her orgasm rushed toward her.

“Honor, ahh,” he moaned, head tipping back, eyes closed and an expression of pure ecstasy on his face.

Frantic for release, Honor seized a handful of his hair and dragged his head upward. Liam’s eyes flew open. He slid the hand at her breast to her other hip and held her in place with him buried inside her, his grip forceful enough to leave marks. A dark thrill shot through her at his possessive hold, mixing with the rising pleasure until she was writhing, desperate.

“Liam,” she cried, her whole body tightening as he finally let her move in those last few seconds before release. Her fingers slicked over her swollen clit in tight circles. She rode him in a hard, desperate rhythm, poised to fly. The sudden lash of pleasure took her breath away; only a whimper escaped as she clamped down on him in a rhythmic series of contractions, release exploding inside her.

Liam stiffened beneath her. All those beautiful muscles went rigid, his face a mask of sensual agony as he moaned her name and followed her over the edge.

Breathing hard, suddenly feeling weak all over, Honor set her hands on his shoulders and sank down on top of him. With her face resting in the crook of his neck she breathed in the salty, spicy scent of his skin and sighed.

His arms came around her, gliding gently up and down her back. He nuzzled her temple, his lips skimming the top of her cheek. “I don’t know if I can move.”

“Me either,” she murmured, content to stay where she was even though her banged-up knees were killing her and her thigh muscles were suddenly hating this position.

Groaning, Liam wrapped his arms around her and sat up, taking her upper body with him. “Can you hold onto me long enough for me to get us upstairs?”

She smiled against his neck, knowing he still had plenty of strength enough to carry her without her holding on. “Yeah,” she whispered, tucking closer, winding her arms around his sturdy neck.

He pushed to his feet, both arms holding her securely around the waist while she locked her ankles at the small of his back. He turned and started up the stairs, the sudden wetness between her legs reminding her that they hadn’t used a condom. She was on the shot, so she didn’t care and she loved that there was nothing between them this time.