He heard a moan when his tongue swept into her mouth, but he couldn’t tell if it was coming from her or himself. She tasted like the peppermint he had watched her pop between her full lips, the chips she had eaten off his fork, and just a hint of soda.
Wrestling the hair tie out of her hair, he ran his hands through the thick waves, angling her head to the side, giving him more to explore.
When he finally let them up for air, he found her pushed against the door where he had been standing, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pinned her to him. He didn’t remember getting here, but, damn, he liked this position. Her heat seared into him everywhere their bodies met.
“Upstairs?” he asked tentatively as he kissed a trail down her neck. He gently sucked the skin where he could feel her heartbeat against his lips.
“Upstairs,” she moaned in agreement. Gently lowering her to her feet, she scooped up her purse as he opened the office door. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him up the stairs behind her until they got to the top. Grateful that Parker had never changed the code, he let them into the apartment.
He wondered for a moment if this would be where she backed out. But she pushed him back against the door, ripping his shirt over his head. Taking a step back, she ran her eyes from his head down to his feet, then back up to the point he began to feel self-conscious.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
“I’m just trying to figure out how you grew up so nice.” So he had known her from somewhere. Before he could ponder that anymore, she pulled her T-shirt over her head exposing more soft tan skin.
In one stride, he had her around his waist again. He carried her into the bedroom he was staying in. Easing her onto the bed, he followed her down. He dipped his head to kiss down her neck until he could taste the top of her breast.
With one hand, he reached under her to unhook her bra. Pulling the fabric away, he took a moment to take her in.
“You're absolutely beautiful,” he said, lowering to pull one of the dusty pink nipples into his mouth.
She moaned, arching up to him when he nipped it with his teeth before licking the hurt away. Releasing it, he focused on the other one. There was no need to leave it unattended. Taking it into his mouth, he settled between her legs giving her the friction she was squirming around for.
When he felt he had worshipped her breast enough for the moment, he began kissing his way down her body. She had the most fantastic sun-kissed skin. He didn’t want a single inch of it not explored by his lips or tongue.
Reaching her navel, he twirled his tongue in it, noting how she squirmed harder. Soon he would have all of her erogenous zones mapped out in his mind to be returned to over and over again.
“Liam,” she moaned when he kissed a path across her abdomen where the waistband of her jeans lay.
Standing up off the end of the bed, he started to take off her shoes. Hiking boots with runner’s knots. Of course, because he was a fucking escape artist. After wrestling with the laces for a while, he finally managed to get them off. He winged them across the room.
The bartender laughed. She stopped quickly, however, when he slid her pants off her legs. Saying a word of thanks for changing into tennis shoes earlier, it didn’t take him nearly as long to toe off his shoes.
She sat up on her elbows to watch as he unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them to the floor. He caught her licking her lips when he stood back up in nothing but his boxer briefs. Everything on his body twitched. Not just his dick, that was at full salute, everything.
“I think you’re a siren,” he said, standing at the end of the bed.
“Why is that?”
“Because every part of me wants you. I’ve never wanted someone this bad.”
“Then, Lieutenant, you’d better take what you want.” With a smirk, she laid back on the bed, throwing her arms above her. Oh, he was going to take her. He was going to fucking devour her. Running his hands up her thighs, he tugged her panties down, throwing them behind him.
“Fuck me, that’s nice,” he growled before sliding his arms under her hips and forcing her legs wide as he ran his tongue through her folds.
Reaching her clit, he didn’t just lick. He teased, sucked, and laved until she was rocking against his face. Finding her entrance slick with need, he slid two fingers inside, curling them until he had her screaming through her first orgasm.
Removing his fingers, he replaced them with his tongue, feeling the last of her aftershocks clench around him. That was amazing, but he needed her doing that around his dick now.
“Condom,” she gasped out when he notched himself against her entrance.
“Shit,” he said. Reaching over, he opened the drawer on the nightstand. Nothing. “Shit, shit.”
Climbing off the bed, he raced into the bathroom, digging through the drawers and finding nothing. He stopped to think for a second. It would do no good to go look in Parker’s nightstand. Astrid had had a partial hysterectomy after having their last child to take care of the endometriosis she had suffered through for years. There would be no condoms in there.
“In my purse,” he heard yelled from the bedroom. Returning to the living room, he grabbed her purse on the way by. “Do you not have any in your wallet?”
“No, I don’t usually unless I’m going out. Which is rare these days.” Digging a condom out of her purse, she motioned for him to straddle her so she could put it on. “I do remember how to put one on, though.” When she just smirked at him, he let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. I’ve obviously fucked this up.”
