Undercover Love (Draft 1)

Chapter Seventeen

Liam raises his head, looking deep in to my eyes, checking for any sign of discomfort. When he doesn't find any, he doesn't waste another second before taking my mouth with his own in a searing kiss.

          The kiss is desperate, needy, and it feels like everything has built up to this moment. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer to me as our lips mold together in a passionate embrace. He tastes like last night's drinks mixed with sin. A deadly combination - one that I'll happily succumb to.

          I can feel his hands move round from my inner thighs to grip my ass, squeezing almost painfully and pulling me even further against him. It's like we're trying to merge into one being, and nothing else in the world matters except for this moment. Not my duties. Not his job. Nothing but him and I.

          Groaning into my mouth, he bucks his hips up into me while his hands on my ass force me to grind down against him. I let out a gasp as I feel his erection push up against my throbbing core through the covers and clothes that separates us, sending electric shocks straight through my clit as he rubs against the sensitive bud.

          He uses the moment of bliss to slip his tongue through my lips, instantly starting a battle for control - a battle that I was always destined to lose. His tongue explores my mouth feverishly, leaving no spot untouched, branding his taste and touch into my body with each sweep and claiming it as his own.

          His hands move from my ass to the bottom of my cami, rubbing along the flesh of my stomach and up to my ribs. He grinds himself harder against me and lets out a throaty moan. "Can I?" He breathes out against my lips, pushing the fabric up higher to show me that he wants it off. 

          Before I even finish nodding, he breaks away from the kiss and rips the fabric over my head. His gaze slowly blazes down my neck until it lands on my breasts, the mounds heaving with my breathlessness. I watch as his eyes widen in awe, as though he's never seen a pair of tits before in his life. 

          "Deliziosa." His voice is strained as he brings a hand round to my disheveled hair and pulls.

          Hard. 

          The force of his grip sends my head backwards and my back arches almost painfully, pushing my chest further towards him, giving him the perfect angle to suck my pebbled nipples into his mouth.

          "Shit." I breathe as the warmth of his wet tongue swivels around the bud of my right breast, sending rippling waves of pleasure straight to my throbbing core. I grind myself down against his cock, through the covers and his boxers, desperate for any friction to release the burning need inside of me.

          "You're so reactive, tesoro," He grins, tugging on my nipple with his teeth as I pant like a damn dog. He moves over to the left breast, giving it the same amount of attention while his free hand slowly travels down my naval to hover lightly above my, now damp, shorts. "Do you want me there, baby?" He asks, breaking away from my chest with a 'pop' as he stares into my hooded eyes with a knowing look.

          "Please, Liam." I beg, not even remotely embarrassed by how desperate I sound. It's been a long time since I've had someone between my legs, I'm not about to pass up this opportunity; even if I definitely should.

          "So needy," He tuts with a teasing smile that makes me roll my eyes and let out a unimpressed huff. Without warning, he dips his hand into my waist band and runs his middle finger through my soaked slit, causing my body to lift off of his to accomodate. "You want to give me attitude, Piccola volpe?" He smirks before placing his lips on my neck, leaving sloppy trails of saliva along my throat.