Begin Again novel Chapter 137

They spent almost an hour at Nicci's going through their formal dress collection.

Eden would have been done in five minutes if she was on her own, but Liam wasn't satisfied with any of the dresses she tried on.

She eventually settled on a black ruched racer-front neck midi dress and paired it with Jimmie Choo heels and a matching clutch big enough to house her phone, keys and lipstick.

By the time Liam walked into the changing room, Eden was all dressed up and ready to strike her first business deal.

Their eyes collided in the mirror and held ever so briefly before his gaze lazily caressed her from head to toe, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Eden asked as she turned back from the mirror to scowl at him, wishing she could kick herself for blushing like a schoolgirl at the hint of approval she saw in his eyes. "How did they even allow you in?"

Wordlessly, Liam crossed the small space and kissed her, his hand gliding through her hair while the other pressed her close to him. Eden whimpered against his lips when she felt his thick erection on her stomach. She placed her hand over him and gently kneaded, sighing when his cock twitched.

She smiled, happy to see she's doing something right.

The thought emboldened her somewhat, and she varied her rhythm and intensified her caresses as she worked way up and down slowly over his hard length.

"Fuck. Princess. If. You. Don't. Stop—" Liam croaked, his breathing laboured as he closed his eyes and threw his head back while she continued to stroke and caress him.

Soon, though, just touching him through his pants was no longer enough, and Eden wanted to feel him pulse and throb in her hand the same way she yearned to have him deep inside of her.

She fumbled with his zipper, but Liam quickly snatched up her hand and kissed it before dropping it back down.

"Hold still," he grunted as he snapped a diamond-encrusted cuff on her left wrist before she could even protest. His fingers lingered on her other wrist, playing with the moon charm on her cheapie bracelet, a thoughtful look in his eye.

"We should get going. We don't want to be late," Eden said quickly, pulling her hand away, sensing a change in his mood.

"Not yet," Liam shook his head firmly and spun her around, leaving her gasping for air when his arms enveloped her waist, pressing her body to his as his gaze held her spellbound in the mirror.

Mesmerised by the sensuous image in front of her, Eden watched as his reflection gently pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck, his lips and tongue reigniting the flames he had lit up earlier in the car, the fire in her core threatening to rage out of control at his touch.

She purred and leaned into him, enjoying the feel of his hard-on on the small of her back, wishing she could have it elsewhere.

"We can't do that here. We'll get caught." Even as she tried to convince him and herself, the ache between her thighs could not be appeased.

"That's okay. I won't take you here, even though I desperately want to," Liam murmured as he clasped one of the matching diamond studs onto her ear. She was still reeling from his searing touch when she felt his tongue on her earlobe, sending an exhilarated spark shooting up her spine. "But tonight, Princess, I'm going to eat you out and fuck you so hard the only cock you'll ever want is mine."

The promise—no—the threat in his words and the sensation of pleasure and pain as he grazed and nipped her ear gently with his teeth sent a wave of desire rushing from her toes to her centre so intense it left her weak and breathless, she sagged against him and moaned out loud.

"You like that?" He asked, uncovering the other side of her neck as he brushed her hair away and slipped the second earring in place. "The thought of my cock inside you?"

This time, when he lowered his head, it wasn't a fleeting, light kiss he left; he latched on with his mouth and sucked and nibbled, leaving marks and imprints of his desire on her delicate skin.

"Yes," she panted, shaking with need, every nerve ending on her body overloaded with deliriously mind-numbing sensations.

"Look up," Liam commanded, his hands sliding up her waist, pausing on her ribcage briefly before he cradled her breasts possessively.

Eden shook her head, refusing to look in the mirror because she knew what she'd find there, and she didn't want to see her horny, wanton self.

"It wasn't a request, Princess," he growled, biting into the bare flesh on her shoulder playfully.

"It can't be nothing when you've been sighing since we left the boutique."

"I don't want to talk about it!" Eden said softly.

Where would she start explaining her fears to him, and what the hell would she even say?

"Sir, we're here," his driver announced as he pulled up at the restaurant.

Liam stared at her, waiting for an explanation, but Eden was in no mood to explain herself. She opened her door and slipped out, leaving him cursing behind her.

"Do you have no class at all?" He barked as he came around the car. "Don't you know any decent guy holds the door for his lady?"

"I'm sorry, I thought chivalry is dead!" She shrugged carelessly as she walked up to the entrance. "And I am not your lady!"

"Deny it all you want, Princess, but you are mine and tonight we'll put that theory to the test!" Liam shot back and grabbed her hand, refusing to release it even when she tried her best to wiggle away.

"I can walk on my own, you know," she cried as she tried yet again to snatch her hand away.

But he held it firmly in his.

"I know that." He growled. "But pretend you're a lady, and you have some class okay? I'm sure you can do that for a couple of hours."