Even if it scared the life out of me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he brushed my hand away. He tugged the crotch of my panties to the side and then, with the gentlest touch, pressed the pads of his fingers against me and stole what remained of my resistance.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered as I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. “Don’t ever stop.”
“I’ve got you,” he said and despite myself and my fears, I relaxed against him because I believed him.
His fingers parted my folds and I sighed in pleasure. As he rubbed all the sensitive parts of me, it was almost as though he could read exactly what I wanted. Maybe he could. Maybe our years of friendship had prepared him to understand me in ways I’d never anticipated.
“The sounds you’re making, Char. God, you’re killing me.” His lips fluttered against my ear and bucked against him in response.
My fingers latched onto his wrist as my body worked itself to a frenzy. There’d be bruises from the grip I had on him, but I couldn’t work up the energy to care. I was so close. Already primed from the orgasm in my bed, it didn’t take much from him to bring me back to the brink again.
“Please.” My vocabulary had been reduced to one word and I repeated it endlessly. I whispered it. Screamed it. Crooned it. No matter how I said it, he’d murmur sweet words to me in response. He was so patient it made me want to crawl out of my own skin, but he wouldn’t let me do that either. Liam merely held me against him as his fingers drove me to insanity.
When I thought he’d never bring me over the edge, he turned my face to his and kissed me. I thought I’d need penetration, at least from his fingers, to finish the job, but no. Everything, it seemed, was different with Liam. All I needed was the sweet, seductive rhythm of his fingers and the gentle pressure of his lips.
The orgasm rolled over me both tender and relentless in equal measure. I whimpered against his lips as it wrecked me from the inside out, leaving me somehow altered in its aftermath. He didn’t withdraw his hand at first, merely cupped the delicate flesh until the aftershocks faded.
When the last of the tremors were gone, he turned me in his arms and tucked me under his chin as his hands stroked over my back and soothed away any doubts I may have had, at least for the moment.
“You okay?” he whispered against my hair.
“That was…” I couldn’t find the words because I didn’t have any. If I thought there was no going back after the kiss…there was definitely no going back now. What scared me even more than that was that I didn’t want to. “That was incredible.”
He tipped my chin up and studied my expression. “Are you sure?”
“A little too late to be asking that now.”
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that.”
I didn’t know when shortstack had turned into sweetheart…but I liked it more than I should. It filled my chest with a warm glow—something I’d never had with anyone else. I wasn’t sure if it was the orgasm or Liam, or maybe a combination of both, but Ilikedit. It may be a mistake, but I wanted more.
“I’m fine, Liam.” I searched his gaze, but found nothing other than concern in his expression. “Areweokay?”
The corners of his eyes crinkled and his dimple winked when he smiled. “We’re better than okay.”
He dove down for another kiss and I promptly decided I could be a few minutes late for work. As we kissed, we stumbled backward until I was bent nearly over the dresser. The edge bit into my back, but I didn’t care. I’d had a taste and this time I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from getting another.
My phone began to ring in the background, but I’d gotten so many hang ups and calls from random numbers I ignored it. Whoever it was could leave a message.
“You should get that,” he said against my lips as his hand molded my breast over my scrub top.
“Later,” I replied and fisted his shirt in my hands. “Bed.”
He twirled me around immediately and I giggled against his lips. We tumbled onto his bed and he landed on top of me, bracing his arms on either side to catch his fall. My legs parted to make room for him and we both groaned as I pulled him closer.
For the first time in my life, I was considering calling into work to spend the day in bed. I’d never canceled plans for a guy, not even if it was Liam, but as we began to grind together, I was seriously giving thought to changing my mind.
It had never occurred to me before that there would be a guy who could convince me to make an exception.
Or that that guy could be Liam.
Our mouths collided, parted, then collided again. Lips parted, tongues tangled, and teeth clashed until I gave up worrying about work altogether.
My phone began to ring again, but this time it brought back a shock of reality.
We had to stop.
