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“Fuck, Birdie. Looking like that, I sure as hell wouldn’t be able to deny you even if I wanted to.”
I smirk. “It’s a good thing you don’t want too then.”
He soaks me in for a moment longer, and just as I'm about to turn as red as an apple, he starts to remove his clothes. First comes his tie, then his button-down shirt, and when his fingers go to his belt, I stop him with my hands over his.
“May I?” I echo his last question.
“Whatever you want,” he says, removing his hands from under mine. I give him a teasing smirk as I start to undo the buckle. His eyes flash down to the tops of my breasts as they shift from my movements.
“I like the color pink on you.”
“Really?”
He brings one of his hands to my cheek, “You’re beautiful.”
I flush harder but push down his kind words. I’ve been called beautiful many times, but never by someone I’ve cared for like I care for Liam. Instead of using words to say my thanks, I finish opening his belt, then push down his slacks. Once he’s stepped out of them, I’m left with the beautiful sight of his hard cock beneath his tight navy briefs.
God he’s huge.
I’ve been imagining what it looks like in the flesh for several weeks now, and as I gaze at the outline hiding beneath the thin fabric, I have a feeling it’s a wonderful sight to see. Just as the rest of him is. When I meet his eyes, they’re dark pools of brown.
“Take them off for me Birdie,” he says huskily, his voice a gentle command.
I glide my hands to his hips, running my fingers over the tight waistband. He shivers under my touch, which is a feat since the heat from the shower is beginning to steam up the room. I smile at him; glad I make him feel the same way he does me.
When I push the fabric down over his narrow hips, the V leading to his groin is revealed and my breath hitches, inspiring me to reveal his toned ass and length a little quicker. When I’m finally met with every glorious inch of him, a sound of awe leaves my lips. My eyes focus on the crown of his erection—it’s slightly wet and looks deliciously smooth. I gently run my thumb over it, and Liam lets out a hiss. I grin to myself and pull back just slightly so I can take in his entire body.
Liam naked is…holy gods. I don’t think there are words to describe the way he looks. His cock is proud, thick, long, and his body is toned and muscular in all the right places. He’s obviously worked hard to look like this, and I want to explore every inch of the masterpiece that is him.
“Birdie,” his voice is so low that it sends shivers up my spine.
My eyes stop their perusal. “Yes?”
“You next.”
Liam’s right hand comes up to my shoulder and he pulls down one of my bra straps, stroking my skin lightly as he goes. He does the same with the other, then reaches behind me to unsnap the clasp expertly. In a split second my breasts fall free, causing him to suck in a breath. Before I can say anything, he’s tugging at the lacy pink underwear and leaning over to help me step out of them.
The steam from the shower is fogging up the glass around us. It’s almost as if we’re wrapped in a warm cocoon. Liam takes my hand then gives my knuckles a kiss before opening the shower door. He leads me inside and gently guides me under the heated spray. It almost feels too hot against my skin, but it also feels good on my sore muscles.
Once Liam is inside the shower, he secures the door then joins me under the spray. He captures my lips in a fast kiss, pressing our slick bodies together. I let out a soft sound as his hot erection prods into my stomach.
“Liam,” I breathe out, reaching for him. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He pulls away from me for a moment as one of his hands squeezes my breast and the other grips the wet skin of my hip. “Let me take care of you first.”
“You did that last night.”
He chuckles. “That’s not what I meant; though I do plan on tasting you again.”
My skin feels like it’s on fire. “Oh?”
He turns around, giving me a wonderful view of his muscular ass, then pumps some shampoo in his hands. He positions us away from the water, turning me away so my back is to him. When he begins to massage the shampoo through my long hair, a loud and embarrassing moan leaves my lips.
“Feel good?” he asks against my ear, his blunt nails scratching down my scalp.
“Yes. Amazing.”
He spends longer than he needs to washing my hair before he tells me to rinse. While I’m doing that, he lathers body wash in a washcloth and starts to rub it down my arms, then my chest. He pays special attention to my breasts before he moves down my legs.
