“Yet …” he whispered.
His right hand slid away from my breast, and I felt his fingernails slowly move down my side, the skin tingling under his touch. He moved closer, his chest now touching mine, and with a single deft movement split the zipper apart. The dress fell away, leaving me in nothing but my bra and half a dress, still hitched around my hips. Then he unclipped the bra and lifted it off me. My breasts bounced free, baring me to the cool air.
“So beautiful.”
He took a step back and paused to take in my shape, unhurriedly appraising every inch of my exposed skin, before lowering his mouth to my collarbone and exhaling softly. My nipples were so hard they almost ached, but his touch never came.
Then I felt my wrists grabbed and pinned against the wall by a strong hand. Before I could speak, his breath was on my neck, his mouth moving down and over the slope of my left boob. Soft, tender kisses were planted along its curves, deliberately avoiding my nipple. His tongue flicked out, barely grazing the sensitive skin, circling, torturing me. A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my back arched again, desperate for more.
He took his time, letting his warm breath wash over my skin, flicking his tongue closer, closer—but never quite where I needed him. His left hand slid up my stomach, cupping the weight of my other breast, kneading, teasing, thumbs lightly brushing over my nipples in slow, tantalizing sweeps. My body quivered, tingling with the frustration of being so close to something that he held just out of reach.
“Liam, please.” I gasped, feeling him smile against my skin.
He pulled the fabric of my dress higher, and it gathered around my waist. My thighs were completely exposed, just the thin satin of my black underpants between me and his warm touch.
He shifted his stance, and I felt a strong thigh press between my legs, pushing against me as he held my arms over my head, firm against the cold plaster of the wall. The pressure sent an unexpected jolt through me, and I couldn’t help myself. I pressed down onto his thigh, the friction, the teasing unbearable.
My body remembered that afternoon at my flat, no matter what I told myself about it now…
His lips finally fixed onto my right nipple, and my head fell back. I moaned, pushing myself into his face as his tongue circled it before sucking, hard. Pleasure shot straight through me, and I trembled, crying out. The sudden intensity was almost too much, and I felt a pulsing pressure begin to build in me from his mouth and the weight of his thigh.
Barely able to breathe, I clung to him, but release seemed just on the edge of my grasp. Then his lips left my nipple, and I felt his thigh withdraw. A groan I hardly recognized rose in my throat. I felt my dress pushed down over my hips, then my thighs. It fell to the floor, and I stood there in nothing but my knickers. He released my wrists, and I grabbed his shoulders,pulling him against me, needing his lips against mine, the crisp material of his white shirt against my naked body. And then I felt him—hard, thick, pressing against my stomach through his trousers. My fingers fumbled with his belt, needing to see him, to feel the heat of him against me.
Finally, I freed him. A groan came from deep in his throat as I wrapped my fingers around him. He stepped out of his pants, his cock hot and thick in my grasp.
“Fuck, Andrea,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine.
I plunged a tongue into his mouth as I stroked him, and he let out another groan before gripping my waist and hoisting me up slightly. Then, with a low laugh, he picked me up fully and carried me to the sofa. Placing me softly on the cushions, he lowered his body over me, positioning himself between my legs, the broad head of his cock pressing against me through my damp knickers. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
A brief thought of Eliza crossed my mind. Hopefully she reallydidn’thave a key.
His lean chest hovered over me, and I ran my palms across the skin as he bent toward me and kissed my breasts. Then I felt the fabric of my pants pulled to one side, and he slid his shaft against my wetness.
He pushed in just a little, stretching me but not giving me nearly enough. I moaned and raised my hips, trying to force him to sink down, but he held me firmly, moving just enough to tease me, to make me clench around the head of his cock.
“Please,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I’m so close…”
He groaned, biting down on my lower lip as he moved again—just the barest slide, but enough to make me desperate.Every time I tried to take more, he pulled back, torturing me with slow, shallow thrusts into me and around my clit.
The teasing was relentless—his fingers skimming down my sides, his lips tracing the curve of my throat, his cock poised just on the edge. My thighs trembled, and my breath came out in short, desperate gasps. Every shift of his body sent sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
I was right there, on the edge, my body wound so tight I felt like I might explode.
Andthen—
I felt pressure on my throat. I moaned and tried to turn away, but the weight increased. Something sharp like a pinprick dug into my windpipe, then retracted. A low, vibrating hum filled my ears.
“No… please.” This wasn’t right. It was distracting me from the building tension, dragging me back from the edge. “Stop. I can’t—”
Something bumped against my nose, and I breathed in the faint scent of fish.What—?
I moaned, barely conscious. “Liam, what are you—?”
My eyes snapped open, and I lifted my head quickly, my body still tingling, drenched and hot. A small, furry creature was backing its rear into my face like a reversing bin lorry, anus lined up for direct contact with my nose.
“Oh my God, Mr. Darcy!” The cat whipped round and began kneading my stomach, aggressively affectionate, the soft buzz of his purrs growing louder as his claws clicked in and out of the duvet, reminding me he wanted food.
Shit.
