Billionaires Dollar Series

A smattering of hair makes a little line over his stomach, disappearing into his pants.

He shivers as I trail it with my fingers. “Maddie, God…”

“I’ve wanted to touch you since you stood shirtless in Cole’s kitchen, after I ruined your shirt.”

“Fuck-really?”

“Yes. We have all night, right?”

His laughter is low. “Cole doesn’t usually rent out his rooms by the hour, no. But there’s no way I’ll last all night with you looking like that.”

I take a step away from him, tossing my hair back. His gaze rakes down my body and I feel dizzy with the blood rising in me.

“Then have me.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Liam’s kisses aren’t slow and languid now. They scorch my lips and leave me breathless, until I’m forced to break away for air. He runs a hand over my hair and twists his fingers into it, tugging my head backwards.

I see a flash of his grin before his lips trail down my neck.

His compliment falls like armor around me, shielding me from my own thoughts and doubts.

His hand brushes over my bra buckle. Perhaps he senses my shiver, because his lips return to mine, kissing me with a force that melts away all hesitation.

He unsnaps the buckle.

Our eyes meet as he tosses it aside, his so dark they’re almost black with desire. Then he turns his gaze downward.

“As much as I liked the lingerie,” he murmurs, “I like these infinitely more.”

My breath catches in my throat as his finger circles one of my nipples. It’s already hard-both of them are, pointing straight at him like signal lights.

He tweaks one in between strong fingers, sending shivers across my skin. A crooked smile on his face as he cups the other in his hand.

It’s unbearable.

But no, because when he ducks his head and sucks a nipple in his mouth… that’s unbearable. My whole body draws taut, focusing on the sensation, as heady pulses of need wash over me.

I slide my fingers into the honey-brown of his hair. “Liam, I-”

He bites down on a nipple and a gasp steals the rest of my words, rips them right out of me.

“So you like that,” he says, a note of deep satisfaction in his voice.

His grin is wide as he slides his arms around me, walking me back to the bed. I stretch out with him on top of me. “Let’s find out what else you like.”

“I like this,” I say, sliding my hand through the faint hair on his chest. “It’s new.”

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I nod, hiking my leg up around his hip.

Liam’s smile widens. “A lot has changed since then, sweetheart.”

“I can tell.”

He takes my hands in his, encouraging them to explore. They don’t need to be asked twice. Skating over the grooves in his back, the muscles along his sides, the deep ridges in his stomach-I revel in every inch of him, now carved into a man.

He groans when my fingers trace the waistband of his pants. Heart beating in my chest, I reach down and palm him through the fabric.

He’s like a rock beneath my hand.

Liam lifts himself off me. “Not yet,” he tells me.

I pout, and I’m rewarded by a hoarse laugh. “Fuck, don’t look at me like that. I’m trying to stick to my list of priorities.”

“Priorities?”

“Let me show you.” He slides an arm beneath my head and settles in next to me. I lose myself to his kisses, barely registering the hand that’s pushing my legs apart. Only when his fingers dance along the lacy edge of my panties do I realize where he’s heading.

But Liam doesn’t stop kissing me, not as he starts stroking me through the fabric. Not even as I grip his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin.

“Stop teasing.” He’s touching me everywhere except where I ache.

“But that’s number one on the list.”

I reach down and push a determined hand inside his pants. The bulge twitches under my hand and his fingers falter between my legs.

“Then I’ll tease you right back, Carter.”

His breath quickens, the stubble on his chin brushing across my cheek. “You always did keep up with me.”

“Keep up? I used to lead the way.”

“Funny how memories differ.” He grins, shifting beside me so I have more access. I manage to undo the button in his pants with one hand-a feat I doubt I’ve ever accomplished before or ever will again.

Liam’s fingers curl around the fabric of my panties and tug them to the side. He curses as his fingers make contact with my skin.

Me? I close my eyes and focus on breathing. It feels like forever since I was touched by anyone who’s not me.

“Fuck, Maddie. Do you know how good you feel? So wet.” As if to prove it, his fingers part and dip, making my toes curl with pleasure.

“Congratulations.”

I’d meant it sarcastically, but my voice is breathless.

Liam’s is sincere. “Thank you.”