“I need you,” he said.
“Then take me,” I breathed back. My breaths burned up through my throat. I didn’t know my body could get this hot. But he’d stoked my fire so well back on that dance floor.
The barest hint of a smile touched his flushed lips at my response. He spun me around so that I faced away from him and pulled me against him, my shoulders touching his chest and my hips touching his.
His mouth kissed a line of fire along my shoulder, then up the side of my neck. I tilted my head, giving my body to him while his hands smoothed the front of my dress over my stomach again and again.
“Liam...” I said, reaching back with one hand, running my fingers up into his hair. It was as soft as I’d thought it might be, and he let out a low groan when I made a fist in that hair.
I heard the slithery sound of my zipper going down. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he smoothed the straps down my arms, leaving my biceps and forearms sprinkled with goosebumps.
My breaths came quick and hot when he slipped my dress down to the waist. Sensitive skin crinkled when the cool air touched my bared body. After several aching moments, his hands moved up the smooth skin of my stomach, sliding up to better cup and appreciate me.
His lips slid down my neck, down my shoulder blade, down the curve of my spine as he sank to his knees behind me.
And then he gripped my dress, pushing his fingers down between the fabric and my skin. He bared me slowly, drawing the dress down until the silky material pooled around my ankles.
I thanked God at this point that I’d chosen not to wear my sensible underwear, choosing instead a much more barebones pair with lines and seams that wouldn’t show through my dress.
And also that I’d showered and ran my razor over my calves and thighs. Calves and thighs which Liam proceeded to knead and massage with those strong, hot hands of his. They worked up first one, then the other, stopping for a few agonizing moments before drawing closer and closer to my heat.
My heart quickened the nearer he drew. I gasped when he began following his hands with his lips.
The muscles low in my stomach, in my bottom, in the back of my thighs, began tightening.
The heat of his breaths against my inner thighs was almost too much to bear, my body responding in an instinctual, primal manner to his advances, his two steps forward, one back manner of teasing me up to incredible heights.
He almost finished me when he pushed his fingers down into the waistband of my panties and began drawing them down. He followed the waistband with his lips, too.
“Not yet,” he said, “I’m not finished with you yet... I haven’t even started yet.” There was a promise in his deep voice that electrified me, that had saliva squirting into my mouth as the hunger built within me. And then he lifted up my feet one at a time to slip my panties all the way off, his fingers like hot shackles around my ankles.
“When?” I replied, my voice husky with desire.
“When I say so. I’ve been wondering something about you since we danced,” he said, in between kissing up the back of my thighs.
“What’s that?”
“How you taste,” he said.
He gave me no time to reply, pushing me down onto the bed and flipping me over onto my back. He moved to sate his desire right away, finding the source of my heat, tasting me.
Liam really did know his way around a woman’s body. Knew just where to kiss. How to put his tongue to good use. When to go faster and when to slow down.
He was also merciless, and it wasn’t long before I had all my fingers threaded into his hair, my body bucking against the mattress while my climax tore through me, hot and unstoppable, every muscle in me tensing to the point of snapping before relaxing.
He wrung out every ounce of pleasure that I had in me and more besides. Like I said, merciless.
And he still wasn’t done. He’d shrugged his jacket off quickly when we’d come into the suite, but still wore everything else. Standing from the foot of the bed, he grabbed his shirt and tore it open, the buttons pinging off. The sudden, savage jerking motion left my heart pounding. That, and what I saw beneath the shirt.
Liam kept himself in shape. Abs everywhere, the shadows filling the little clefts between each individual muscle. A chest and a pair of shoulders that begged for me to touch and scratch them.
I couldn’t resist sitting up and running my hands down those abs. Running them right down to his belt. He watched as I tugged the end out and then ripped the length of leather through its loops.
And then it was his turn for his clothes to pool around his ankles, the expensive fabrics not deserving of such indignity but neither of us caring.
He produced a condom from the nightstand, taking only a moment, building my need to desperate levels again through impatience.
Both of us on the bed, he urged my thighs apart and settled himself between them. When he sank into me, I gasped, my aching body not used to the touch of a man but needing it so badly.
He saw my expression and kissed my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and biting down on it gently before letting it slide out. We kissed again then, fiercely, as our two bodies joined into one.
He took control, took charge of my pleasure and his. Soon, beads of perspiration formed on our writhing bodies.
Effortlessly, he transitioned smoothly from one position to another. Working each angle, he found the positions that made me moan the most for him. Then, as he took me full force, I rode the waves of my climaxes higher and higher.
He took me every way I’d ever been taken before and more. Over me, beside me, behind me. In our embraces we kicked the bed sheets down off the bed.
The whole while, his curious hands explored me, sliding up and down my stomach, down between my thighs, turning my face to kiss him.
We both sank fully into that moment, becoming timeless, feeling nothing but each other for those endless minutes.
And then came the point where he kissed me roughly, my name escaping through his clenched teeth over and over, his hands catching mine up and squeezing them, both of us locked in our shared bliss.
“Stay the night with me,” he said as we recovered, both of us naked and spent on the bed. My whole body felt like a pile of limp elastic bands. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“If you insist,” I said, managing a smile. Already, I could feel the soreness building inside of me. It had been well-earned and, I think, well-deserved.
He kissed me again, smoothing some sweat-stuck strands of curly blonde hair off my forehead.
In the darkness of his five-star suite, I curled up next to Liam’s warm body, leaning my cheek against his chest, listening to the thump of his heart and smelling his clean sweat.
I went to sleep knowing that this was a one-night affair, but wishing that it could have been so much more. Especially after that performance, after the way he’d coaxed things from my body I’d never thought I’d feel. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be, though.
But did that mean everything was downhill from here?
Chapter 3
“I really just wish I’d gotten his email or phone number,” I said. I stirred the foam of my latte with the piece of biscotti that sat beside the mug on the saucer.
The biscuit absorbed some of the hot liquid, softening it enough for me to take a bite. It was sweet, and it reminded me of the taste of Liam’s kisses. I don’t think I’d ever had such an erotic bite of food in my life.