Her voice trailed off as she rapidly blinked back tears. Liam bowed his head to press his forehead against hers. "I meant what I said. You can trust me. But at that time, I didn't think you needed me to tell you about it. The conversation we had that night had no place in it for what happened between Michelle and I. After that night, I should have told you, but I didn't."
"Why didn't you?" she asked tremulously.
His hands clenched on her shoulders. "Because I didn't want you to think less of me for it. I preferred to pretend that it didn't happen. Can you understand that?"
Tears slid down her cheeks as she nodded. She could understand that. There were things that she would prefer to forget but she still felt betrayed. Maybe he couldn't have told her that night, and she could see why, but she wished that he had told her later. She wouldn't have been upset with him, and maybe she could have tried to talk to Michelle, but she didn't think Michelle would have spoken to her anyway.
"I can understand that," Sera whispered, lifting her head so that she could look at him. "But I wish that I hadn't found out this way."
"So do I," he said hoarsely. "So do I."
"How could you use her so easily?"
Liam's jaw clenched, a muscle twitched in his cheek. "Sera, I didn't use her, she was there, and I was there, and sometimes things just happen."
"She obviously thought that it was more."
"I don't think she did. She's just aggravated that I don't chase her around, and follow after her like everyone else," he said honestly. "We met, and we slept together, that is all that it ever was."
She was tempted to ask how many others there had been that he'd experienced the same thing with, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't think she could handle the knowledge.
His hands clasped the sides of her face as he lifted it to him. She stared at him, her eyes misty in the moonlit room. He couldn't seem to get enough of looking at her, of touching her, of holding her. Her breath shuddered through her. "Liam."
The sound of her whispery voice sent a shiver through him that heated his loins, and caused him to become instantly erect. He bent and kissed her, his mouth sliding over hers. She shivered and then her mouth parted. She was sweet and warm as her tongue met his with the same urgency.
He stroked the exposed skin above her dress, relishing in the silkiness of it. She shivered again as her breath rushed out of her. He knew he should stop, he should pull away, but he couldn't bring himself to release her. He was almost wild with his need for her. He would hurt her, or he would push her too fast, but tonight he had to have all of her.
His hands slipped across her shoulders and around to the back of her dress. His hands hesitated upon the zipper as he waited for her to tell him to stop. She moaned and pressed closer to him as he broke the kiss. Her passion-clouded eyes met his in the moonlight. "Liam?" she asked questioningly.
He closed his eyes as he took a steadying breath. "I want you Sera, I want all of you," he added so that she got the point.
She was unaware of how seductive and enchanting she was when she smiled at him like that. "And I want you," she whispered.
His hands clenched upon her as a muscle twitched in his cheek. "You don't have to do this." The words nearly killed him to say, but he had to give her a chance to get away from him now, before he could no longer control himself.
"I want to."
The words sent a firestorm of yearning to his elongated shaft. He had to take a deep breath to steady himself before he ripped the dress off of her body. Instead, he slid the zipper down; the rasp of metal was loud in the hushed room. His hands caressed the swell of her back and trailed down to her waist. She was so unbelievably small in his arms. He could feel the rapid pounding of her heart through her delicate ribcage.
She took a step back. Her smile was enticing as she allowed the dress to slide off her shoulders and pool at her feet on the ground. In the moonlight, she was ethereal. Her skin shimmered; her eyes were smoky as her hair spilled around her in silvery gold waves. Her body was amazingly perfect. He sucked in his breath as his gaze traveled over her. Her full breasts were pushed tantalizingly high in her bra. The material was thin and lacy, revealing her dark nipples. Her stomach was flat, her waist tiny, her hips small and round. The juncture between her thighs was shielded by lacy white panties that would reveal a small triangle of golden curls. He could never get enough of looking at her.
Liam's heart leapt in his chest as his prick jumped with enthusiasm. She was exquisite, perfect. He forced his gaze back to hers. She was staring at him uncertainly as a blush crept through her cheeks. He opened his arms to her. She hesitated before stepping into his embrace.
He enfolded her. His head lowered so that he could whisper in her ear. "You're exquisite."
She shivered as her arms wrapped around his broad back. Lifting her face to his she kissed him. His hand wound into her hair as he pulled her head back for better access. Pleasure filled her as her body arched against his.
Liam tried to slow down before he lost complete control and ravished her, but he couldn't stop touching her. There was a firestorm raging through his body, searing his veins, and causing all of his blood to rush into his groin. He pushed his pelvis against hers. She moaned as he rubbed provocatively against her. A shudder ripped through her body as her movements matched his.
Her hands slid down his shoulders and she began to unbutton his shirt. Liam released her mouth; his arms held her loosely as he watched her long, delicate fingers work the buttons out. Her head was bent as she focused upon her task. Slipping the last button free she lifted her head to his. Her eyes were dazed with passion, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her gaze never leaving his, she slid the shirt from his shoulders and down his arms.
Her eyes were round as she looked upon his broad, well-muscled chest. Her fingers ran over his smooth skin as she relished in the feel of his muscles and the small tufts of black, wiry hair. He was a perfect carving of masculine strength and beauty. In the moonlight, his eyes were clouded with passion. She should have been frightened by the hunger in his gaze, instead she found herself even more aroused by it.
His hands slid along her back. She couldn't suppress the shiver that raced through her, heated her blood, and caused her whole body to melt. He easily unclasped her bra and let it float to the floor. His eyes darkened even more as he gazed upon her heaving breasts. He clasped one gently. Her mouth parted with her faint inhalations as she arched against him. He ran his thumb teasingly along her nipple, watching as her passion rose. She was more desirable and responsive than any woman he had ever known, and he had known many. None of them had responded to him with such open abandon. None of them had ever made him this hard and aching.
He bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth. Her fingers wound into his hair as he stroked her with his tongue. He nipped her and she spasmed in his embrace. "Liam!" she gasped.
He pulled away from her, grabbed hold of her hips, and lifted her onto him. She blinked in surprise and then wrapped her legs around his waist. A cry of ecstasy escaped her as she settled against his erect shaft. He groaned as he lifted her up and slid her back down. Her eyes slid closed as she tilted back in his embrace, her back arching to give him easier access to her heaving breasts.
