Summary: Allie indulges in her coffee obsession, and Liam persuades her to go back to their hotel before his meeting.
Allie can see Liam trying not to laugh at her out of the corner of her eye. She ignores him for the moment, inhaling the aromatic scent of the espresso she’s holding and closing her eyes briefly.
“Mmm,” she sighs, then glances over at Liam, his smile broadening at the look on her face.
“You look like you want to dive right into that,” he teases her.
“I would if I could. Here,” she says, passing the espresso glass over.
He takes it from her obligingly, lifting it up to his nose and smelling.
“Good, right?” Allie asks.
“Good,” he agrees, and she laughs.
“I know, I know, I’m a little obsessed with coffee,” she admits. “Thanks for coming here with me.”
“Of course, my love. You’ve been hanging out in Venice alone while I’m in meetings, the least I can do is go to your favorite coffee shop with you.”
Allie nuzzles into his side as he presses his lips to her temple, and she feels him smile again at the look on her face as she takes the espresso back from him and takes a sip, sighing in pleasure. They come here every time they’re in Venice, a quiet, unassuming little shop where they’re rarely bothered. The owner is always jovial and friendly and indulges her coffee obsession with new roasts and blends.
She presses her lips to the corner of Liam’s mouth as they walk over to their usual table. “It’s Venice, not a prison,” she points out. “Besides, it was either hang out at the palace alone for a week, or go to Italy with my incredibly persuasive husband.”
Liam grins at her, taking her hand and pressing his lips to the inside of her wrist. “Pretty sure you’re the persuasive one,” he reminds her.
“I must be rubbing off on you.”
She takes another sip of her espresso, Liam’s lips brushing over the back of her hand before he twines their fingers together. He glances at his watch and Allie frowns. “I thought you had a break until two,” she says.
“I do,” he reassures her, squeezing her hand.
She raises an eyebrow as he looks at her with that familiar smile she knows all too well. “Liam,” she laughs.
“What?”
“You know what,” she says, unable to stop the shiver that runs through her as he leans in and brushes an all-too-brief kiss on her neck.
“Mmm,” he rumbles, kissing just below her ear, then her cheek.
Allie sighs, leaning into him as he tilts her chin up and presses his mouth to hers into a slow kiss. He teasingly touches his tongue to hers before sitting back, making her whimper.
“We have to come back tomorrow,” she makes him promise as she finishes her espresso and stands, tugging at his hand.
“We can stay,” Liam says casually, an amused expression on his face.
Allie gestures around the coffee shop. “I think this is a little too exposed, even for you, my king,” she retorts, smirking at the slight flush that spreads up his neck as he stands.
He just chuckles and shakes his head wryly, taking her hand as the owner of the coffee shop cheerfully tells them he’ll see them tomorrow.
The short walk back to the hotel seems to take forever, probably because Liam keeps brushing kisses over her wrist and temple and cheek, tantalizingly close to her lips, but not quite. She’s almost shaking with need by the time they get into their room, Liam pressing her into the door and kissing and sucking at her neck while they kick their shoes off.
Allie groans, pulling impatiently at the knot in his tie, blindly throwing it to the side, then untucks his white dress shirt and fumbles with the buttons. She sucks in a breath, her fingers stilling as Liam pulls her shirt over her head and traces his tongue just under the black lacy edge of her bra. “Is this new?” he asks in a low voice, deftly unfastening it and dropping it to the floor.
“Yes,” she gasps, burying her fingers in his dark hair as he swirls his tongue over her nipples, slowly undoing the button and zipper on her pants.
Her eyes close briefly as she rests her head against the door, arching into him. Liam groans when he gets her pants down and sees the matching underwear. She knows he loves her in lace. His fingers clench around the fabric as he lowers them, kissing down her stomach as he kneels before her.
“Mmm,” she whimpers as he kisses over her hips, then glides his hands over her thighs, nudging her legs apart.
“Oh!” she gasps, jerking against him when he presses his tongue between her wet folds.
Her hands tighten in his hair as he flutters his tongue inside her, her hips rocking against him, his name a low moan on her lips. Liam runs a hand under one of her thighs, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder, and the new angle and his skillful ministrations make her legs start trembling.
“Please,” she whispers, desperate for release.
She comes with a sob as he flicks his tongue over her clit, slumping against the door, her breathing ragged. He’s still fully dressed, she remembers, as he slowly kisses his way back up to her mouth, kissing her deeply.
“I want you,” she moans, getting the rest of his shirt buttons undone and pushing it over his shoulders.
“I want you too, baby,” he whispers, roving his hands over her bare skin.
Allie undoes his pants with shaking, impatient fingers, reaching into his boxers after he kicks his pants over his feet.
“Oh fuck, Allie,” he hisses as she runs her hand over him.
Liam drops his head forward, sinking his teeth gently into her neck and digging his fingers into her hips as she twists her hand, squeezing slightly. He stills her fingers after a minute, his eyes dark and his lips slightly parted as he lifts her and carries her the bed, stripping his boxers and socks off before climbing over her.
“Wait,” she says breathlessly, nudging him to roll over and straddling him.
Liam groans, staring up at her, his hands wandering from her thighs up to cup her breasts. She rises above him, taking his length in her hand and sinking on to him slowly, stilling for a moment once he’s fully inside her.
“Fuck,” Liam mutters.
Allie shudders as he squeezes her hips, bracing her hands on his chest and rocking against him. Liam lifts her up and down, thrusting up into her and pulling her down across his chest as they start moving faster. His breathing is ragged against her neck as he gets close, his thrusts getting faster, harder, as she moans his name.
She loves him like this, her publicly stoic and in control husband coming apart underneath her, the quiet way he curses in her ear as she clenches her muscles around him. Liam slams up into her, murmuring, “Come for me, baby”, and grinding her down on him, her eyes slamming closed as she comes with a gasp, shuddering against him. He follows right after, a few shallow thrusts against her before he groans her name and spills inside her.
Allie relaxes into his chest as they catch their breath, brushing her lips over his neck idly as he trails his hands over her back. Her eyes close against his gentle touch, sated. Eventually she remembers he has more meetings soon and pushes herself over to his side. Liam’s lips find hers, kissing her slowly, deeply, until he reluctantly murmurs that he needs to get ready or he’ll be late.
She watches him unabashedly, her eyes wandering over his bare form as he collects his clothes and get dressed. Liam raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking up in a half-smile as she stares at him.
Allie grins, shrugging unapologetically. “I can’t help it if my husband is unbelievably good-looking,” she says, and Liam just laughs.
When he’s dressed, he bends down over the bed for a quick goodbye kiss. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you too,” she says, snuggling into the comforter.
“How are you possibly tired after drinking all that coffee?” he asks in amusement.
“You cut me short, remember?”
“Ah, yes. I did.”
Liam slips into his dress shoes, promising that he’ll bring her more coffee after his meetings.
“I’ll love you forever,” she vows with a yawn, and she can hear him laugh as the door clicks closed behind him.