Free Taken by Melissa Toppen

fingers along his broad sculpted muscles through the thin material of his dress shirt. I hear his breath hitch, watch the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his breathing becomes more labored.
                  My insides are on fire. Every fiber inside of me is craving for his touch. I lightly trail my fingers downward, finally settling on his erection straining against his black slacks. He lets out a low groan from the back of his throat as I tease, my fingers moving in circles, then back up and down again at a tortuously slow pace.
                  “Fuck this.” He growls and that's all it takes. He spins me around and pins me to the glass wall behind us, his mouth instantly finding mine in a heated passion that has us both panting within seconds. “Tell me to stop.” He whispers against my lips.
                  “Don't stop.” I pant back, deepening the kiss. He groans again, picking me up and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms latched securely around his neck as he pushes us through the glass door and carries me inside.
                  Everything in me is screaming victory. I want this so much, so badly, I feel like I might die from the anticipation of feeling him inside of me once more. Owning me, consuming my body with his. The electricity and the passion that seems to sing around us when we are anywhere close to each other is unlike anything I have ever felt in my life.
                  I don't have the power to turn my back on this. Walking away is not an option. I didn't walk into the fire, I was thrown head first into the flames. I didn't give myself to him, I was taken and this is exactly where I want to stay.
                 
                 
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
                  My heart rate kicks into more of a gallop as Liam devours my neck, down my chest, biting gently at my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I arch into him, needing everything he has to give me and more. He lays me across one of the couches in the formal area and peels my jeans from my body. I struggle to breathe, watching the desire pool in his eyes as each inch of my flesh is revealed. He's drinking me in like a man who has gone days without water and my body is the only thing that can quench his thirst.
                  He plants a small kiss to the ball of my foot and then the other before trailing featherlight kisses up my legs. When he reaches my thighs he pauses for a moment before hitching his thumbs in the band of my bikini's and quickly removing them. He plants a small kiss to my pubic bone before making his way back up, removing my shirt and bra in the process. By the time he reaches my mouth, I am completely naked, my skin burning in trails where his lips had been.
                  He removes his shirt, positioning himself on top of me before dipping down to kiss me once more. My lips part on a moan and he slips his tongue inside, swirling my mouth like he needs to taste every inch of me. My body responds, my breathing coming out in short pants, my heart beating so hard and fast I can feel the vibration through my entire body.
                  Nothing will ever top the way Liam makes me feel. How he seems to know each and every need I have. How he seems to understand what my body wants without me ever needing to speak a word. I fumble between us with the button and zipper on his pants, finally freeing him. He wiggles them down his legs and then settles in between my thighs, his erection toying with my entrance.
                  I arch up, my eyes burning into his. I see the hesitation, his need to take this slow. But I also see that he is losing the battle. His want clearly written all over his beautiful face. His eyes are hooded as he leans in placing his lips to