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The varying shades of brown mesmerize me alternating with a few strategically placed whites here and there. But what captures my eyes is the large four poster bed at the centre of the room. The silks and the deep colour of mahogany look as tempting as sin and I want to be with him here. I have no right to be, of course, but a girl can want.
Out of the corner of my eye, I find him looking at me like he wants to throw me on the bed himself.
Despite the sexual tension between us, though, lunch time finds us seated on opposite sides of the massive desk downstairs. It finds me already settled down in the guest room and working hard to now concentrate on work as we keep stealing glances of each other across Liam’s desk.
He hasn’t tried anything else all day, but has been a perfect gentleman, and I am hating it more than I can say. He orders lunch or the both of us, and we eat in silence, but I am not fooled.
Whatever has made him reserved has not made him want me less. He might think I am having second thoughts just because I am being reluctant, but that is not it at all. He might put me in a different room, but I know he wants me here. I can tell from the sexual tension clouding the air between us and it makes me more confident than he knows.
At night, he hugs me goodnight like a proper gentleman, and I let him.
Perhaps I should give him time, but I hope he knows that I intend to explore whatever this is between us.
Chapter Five – Anna
My legs dig into the bed and I moan so loud at how good I feel. Vaguely I wonder if he can hear me through the walls, but I can’t make myself care at all.
My fingers swirl around my clitoris again and again and my eyes glaze over while remembering how his lips curled around the strawberry we had for dessert last night. I remember the way his tongue licked the whipped cream from his fingers. I close my eyes, imagining that wicked tongue of his in between my legs and those long fingers dipping into me.
His voice was so dark and sensual, I feel it all over me as I imagine him telling me to push my fingers inside me. In my fantasy, he says he’s close, and that he needs to see it.
The weight of the blanket is nothing like his, but I allow myself to pretend I have Liam on top of me just as I detonate into a thousand pieces, feeling every piece of me fall away. My orgasm steals over me just as I imagine what his darkened eyes would look like if they were watching me cum.
“Damn you,” I say to empty air.
I feel so wound up all the time that I’m like a bomb that needs to go off nearly every time I’m near him. Liam effing Thorne does this to me and in the past three days he has been doing nothing about it and it is frustrating the crap out of me.
I catch my breath slowly, feeling like I have only succeeded in taking the edge off. Peeling my sweaty body from in between she sheets, I drag myself to the bathroom, turn on the shower and get into it when the water is warm enough.
Every part of me feels sensitized, and again, I’m choosing to blame all of this on him. The water might feel good on my skin, but I know it’s his fingers I want on my body.
Then a thought occurs to me- why don’t you show him you want him?
After all, he never took action before, until the day I started flirting with him. Maybe I need to express my interest in exploring the attraction between us so that he can take some more.
I walk into our shared home office downstairs feeling all sorts of cheeky and naughty. Liam looks at me, then does a double take inhaling sharply. I want to smile, I really do, but I’m determined to make this look as innocent as possible.
I am wearing a red lace bra and a matching pair of panties behind a sheer dress that hits my upper thighs just right. Instead of the normal Mary Jane’s that I usually wear, I am in black high heels.
I am dressed the exact same way I was dressed when we had our online sex session. Even my hair is fanning around me the same way it was that night and my lips have a sinful red coat of lipstick on them. If this doesn’t let him know I want him, I don’t know what will.
Feeling empowered, I make my way to my desk feeling his eyes follow me and stay with me as I sit down.
