Chapter 678 I Know What I Want

Irina stood up.

She walked around the table until she was standing directly in front of Liam. He remained seated, looking up at her with clear curiosity in his eyes. For a moment neither of them spoke. The air between them felt heavier than before.

Then she did something he never thought she would do in a million years.

She stepped forward, placed one knee on either side of his legs, and sat down on his lap. Her weight settled fully against him. Without hesitation she took both of his hands and guided them around her waist, pressing his palms firmly against the soft curve just above her lower back.

Liam’s eyes widened slightly.

"Irina... what are you doing?"

She did not answer right away. Instead she looked straight into his eyes. Her cold, captivating gaze was steady and completely clear.

"I have a clear head now," she said quietly. "And I know what I want."

Before Liam could respond, she leaned in and kissed him.

Her mouth crashed against his without any hesitation. The sudden softness and warmth of her lips stunned him completely. For a second his mind went blank. He could not believe Irina was doing this. The natural scent of her skin filled his nose—clean, warm, and strangely intoxicating. Her body felt soft and solid at the same time as she pressed closer against him. The heat of her settled over his lap and chest like something that belonged there.

His hands tightened on her back.

He kissed her back.

The kiss deepened almost immediately. Their mouths moved together with growing hunger. Irina’s lips parted and Liam’s tongue slipped past them, tasting her fully. She answered by pressing even closer, her full lips moving against his with clear intent. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet space between them as the kiss grew hotter and more desperate. Liam’s hands slid higher along her back, then lower again, holding her tightly against him while their tongues tangled.

They stayed like that for a long time—kissing without pause, breathing into each other’s mouths, bodies pressed together on the chair.

Eventually Liam pulled back just enough to look at her.

His voice came out low and rough.

"Are you sure about this?"

Irina’s answer was a small, certain smile. She had never been more sure of anything. Without another word she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it upward. Liam lifted his arms and let her remove it completely. The fabric slid over his head and was tossed aside.

She stared at his bare chest for a moment.

Then she placed both palms flat against the firm muscle and slowly rubbed across his skin, feeling the heat and the solid strength beneath her hands. Liam watched her face the entire time. When she looked back up at him he pulled her in again.

His mouth found the side of her neck.

He licked a slow, deliberate line upward from the base of her neck all the way to the soft skin just below her ear. Irina’s breath caught. A soft, shaky sound left her throat.

"Ahh..."

Liam did it again, slower this time, dragging his tongue along the same path while his hands gripped her waist tightly. He held her firmly against him as he licked and kissed the sensitive skin of her neck. Every time his tongue moved higher she made another quiet sound. Her fingers pressed harder against his chest.

He shifted his mouth to the other side of her neck and repeated the motion—slow, wet licks that ended with a soft suck just beneath her ear. Irina’s hips shifted slightly on his lap. Another low moan slipped out of her.

"Mmm..."

Liam’s hands moved from her waist to her sides, then higher. Through the fabric of her clothes he cupped the full shape of her breasts. Even with the material between them he could feel their soft weight and the way they filled his palms. He squeezed gently at first, then more firmly, his thumbs brushing over the peaks that had already begun to harden.

Irina’s head tipped back slightly.

"Ahh... Liam..."

The soft moan left her lips without resistance. He continued kissing and licking along her neck while his hands kept working her breasts through the cloth—squeezing, kneading, rolling the stiffened tips between his fingers. Every firm press of his palms drew another quiet sound from her. Her breathing grew heavier. The chair creaked softly beneath them as she shifted closer, pressing her chest more fully into his hands.

Liam dragged his tongue from the side of her neck up to the edge of her ear again, then gently bit the soft lobe before sucking on it. Irina’s fingers dug into his bare shoulders.

"Haaah..."

Her moan was lower this time, thicker with heat. He kept one hand on her breast, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric, while the other slid around to her back and pulled her tightly against him. Their mouths found each other again. The kiss was deep and continuous now—tongues sliding, lips pressing, soft wet sounds mixing with the quiet moans that escaped every time his hands moved over her body.

Irina’s hips rolled once against him without conscious thought. Liam answered by gripping her waist and pulling her down harder onto his lap while his mouth stayed locked on hers. He broke the kiss only long enough to return to her neck, licking a slow wet path upward once more before capturing her lips again.

They remained like that on the chair—kissing, touching, breathing heavily against each other’s skin. Liam’s hands never left her body. He continued pressing and squeezing her breasts through the cloth, feeling every soft give of her flesh, while his tongue and lips moved between her mouth and the sensitive skin of her neck and ear. Irina’s quiet moans filled the small spaces between their kisses.

"Ahh... mmm... Liam..."

Her voice stayed soft but grew more breathless with every passing minute. The heat between them built steadily without either of them rushing further. Liam kept his movements deliberate—firm hands on her breasts, slow licks along her neck, deep kisses that left both of them breathing hard.

After a long while Irina pulled back just enough to look at him. Her cheeks were faintly flushed. Her cold, captivating eyes held a clear decision.

She reached down, grabbed the bottom of her own shirt, and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion.

The fabric left her body and was tossed aside.