She didn’t even know his name. She had never heard his real voice.
A bright smile crossed her face. “I do understand, but you should know I lead a very boring life. I don’t know how much you’re going to have to save me. Nothing ever happens to me.” She frowned. “Except for car accidents. I probably shouldn’t drive.” She gasped a little, one hand covering her mouth. “I can’t believe I just joked about that.”
He wasn’t supposed to know what a breakthrough that was, but he felt it. She’d likely never joked about it before, but she had with him. She’d felt safe enough to joke with him about the worst thing that had ever happened to her. A deep affection curled in his gut. She was so sweet, and she trusted him. She shouldn’t. He was a bastard who was lying to her every moment they were together, but she trusted him and that meant something to Liam.
“How about I promise to drive?” His hand was on her upper thigh, just inches from that pussy. He could feel her heat. It nearly singed his fingers. “I think you’ll find I’m quite good at being in the driver’s seat.”
“I’m a little scared.” She stared up at him, honest desire nearly ripping him up.
He had to get control of himself. “There’s no reason. Let me take care of you. Let me take control. I promise I won’t steer you wrong.”
“You really want me? You’re being honest?”
He was lying through his teeth about everything but the part where he wanted her. He wanted her like he wanted his next fucking breath. He fucking needed her. “I am. I won’t lie to you, baby.”
He would lie to her every day of their relationship because it was the only way to protect her. He would tell her what she needed to hear. He would tell her he was a man who could love her with an open heart.
She never needed to know that he didn’t have a fucking heart.
He pressed his lips to hers, savoring just how good she felt. “Let me have you.”
She never needed to know how he really viewed her. How Liam and not Lee viewed her. Liam viewed her as payment. Her sweetness, her innocent caring, was payment for every inch of pain he’d endured. He had sacrificed, and she was his reward.
His prize was a few days, a week at most, where he got to love her, to sink himself deep inside her innocence and pretend he was worthy.
“Let me have you, baby,” he whispered against her lips.
Her arms drifted up, surrounding his neck. “Yes.”
Liam took her lips and claimed his prize.
Chapter Seven
Avery was in a slow descent to madness. Lee kept kissing her, his hands so close to the center of her body. She’d never thought of her vagina as her core, but it was blatantly obvious now that it was the place from which all feeling ran.
Her pussy, god she was thinking of it as her pussy, was wet. Ripe. Ready. She’d never wanted the way she did now. She’d never really understood what the word want meant until she’d sat down on Lee Donnelly’s lap and spread her legs.
“I want to touch you. Tell me your pussy belongs to me tonight.”
His voice somehow had a straight line to her pelvis. What was that fluttery feeling she kept getting? She should be more cautious, but every damn word he said made sense to her. Honesty. Communication. Trust. All words that made her feel safe.
Her pussy had never really belonged to anyone. She hadn’t really cared about it. It hadn’t been a part of her body that mattered. Her legs had been the center of her world, but her girl parts had been fairly useless.
Until his hands had skimmed along her skin. Every inch of flesh lit up under his fingers. What had he asked? Her brain felt like mush. Her pussy belonged to him? “Yes.”
It was easy since no one else had ever really wanted her pussy. It had been hers for years by rights of being on her body, but she hadn’t done anything interesting with it. She hadn’t thought about it. Lee brought it out in her so it was easy to answer him.
The air in her lungs fled as his fingers invaded. He split her labia, his fingers pressing her pussy wide and swirling all around. He pinched at her clitoris making her squirm and want more.
“Tell me what you like,” he demanded.
He didn’t ask. He commanded and it did something for her. He wanted to talk. He wanted to know what got her hot. How did she tell him that what got her really hot was him? All he had to do was walk into a room and her temperature rose, her interest flared.
“I love it when you kiss me.” She adored the way his mouth moved on hers. Kissing before had been sloppy and something to endure to get to the part where she was held. He’d been right about that. All she’d wanted at the beginning was for him to hold her, but that was changing. Her legs were splayed, and it felt good. His fingers played in her pussy, and she wanted more.
He didn’t move his hand. It stayed right on her pussy, but his lips descended, covering her own. His tongue gently played at her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, willing him to come inside. She’d never been kissed the way Lee kissed her. When she’d been kissed before it had been messy and awkward, but Lee inhaled her. He made her feel like she was a delicious treat to be savored.
He made her feel sexy.
His fingers, so gentle before, became firmer, more forceful as he stroked her pussy. He split her labial lips and dipped inside.
“That’s where my cock wants to be, love. It wants to be right there on the precipice, waiting to delve inside.” He stroked around her entry, making long, slow circles, drawing out her arousal. “Can you feel it?”
She gasped as a single finger stroked inside. She’d had actual real sex but nothing so erotic. Lee had been right. She’d used sex in an attempt to gain love and affection, but now what she really wanted was sex. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy sex.
She wanted to ride that finger and see where it took her. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord as though they were magnetically attracted to his hand.
“Who’s in charge of this?” Lee asked, his mouth against her ear. Warm breath covered her skin, making her shiver and want more.
She didn’t even think. Her whole brain was focused and centered on that finger. He’d put the image in her mind. His cock. Hard male flesh. His finger massaged all around her pussy, but she wanted more. She needed to get it inside. “You are. You’re in charge.”
The words pushed out, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting that finger deep inside and finally knowing what all the fuss was about. She’d read novels and seen movies where sex seemed to be the end all be all of existence, but she’d never had a glimmer of understanding until now. She pushed her hips down, trying to trap him, to force him to shove his finger deep.