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His lips were hot, soft, and playful, pulling and moving against my mouth as his hands cupped my hips. I didn’t bother to stop my hands as they reached up to feel his face, holding him to me as he slipped his tongue past the seam of my lips and into my mouth.
I fought for control, sliding my tongue back against his, which must've triggered something, because the next moment I was hefted up and over his lap entirely. His arms held me tight as I straddled his narrow hips, letting my body settle over him.
My hands slid from his face to explore his body, just as thoroughly as his mouth explored mine. His chest, the perfectly sculpted pecs were hard as granite under my fists. And as I dragged my nails over the pucker of his nipples, he shifted against me, his hips rising a fraction.
Interesting, I thought with a shuddering sigh. Must explore that reaction further. But not now. I had a whole torso to get to, and my fingers were itching at the chance.
Every place I pressed was solid, hot muscle. And at my curious touches, the area seemed to quiver, to beg me for more attention. It was addicting, and soon I found myself reaching for the edge of his shirt. His hand released my hair to grab my wrist, effectively stopping me. Both of us stared at that hold and the narrow band of his skin directly below. If I didn’t know better, he looked as surprised as me that he’d stopped me.
I found his eyes, the pupils dark and wide in the dim light. If I pulled away and made a grab for that shirt, he would let me. He’d let me peel back his clothes and plaster myself against the part of him I’d exposed. But then his Adam's apple bobbed and I broke.
“Clothes stay on, right?”
He nodded. Twisting the hand holding my wrist, he sent me sprawling to the side. I opened my mouth to protest, but his body followed me, and soon I found Liam settling his perfectly weighted body right over mine. I arched slightly, settling his hips between my still-clothed legs as his chest hit mine.
I couldn’t even describe how badly I wanted to shake my head, to tell him that he could take whatever he wanted, because I’d never wanted anybody the way I wanted this man.
His body shuddered as he let one hand slide down to cup my thigh and raise it up to hook behind him. I crossed my feet behind his back, fully enfolding him as his hot breath panted against my neck. I could feel every inch of him.
“Something you should know.”
God, his voice was so deep I could feel it rumble into my skin, leaving an ache in its wake. “What?” I could barely form words, my mind was so overrun with desire, with need.
“I absolutely love a challenge.” He ran his lips down my jaw, scraping the soft skin of my neck with his teeth. “I’d like to see how many times I can make you come before I even take your pants off.”
I whimpered, letting his smiling lips caress mine slowly. “I want to learn everything about you I can, with clothes on, so that when I finally see every inch of that beautiful body of yours, I know exactly what to do to drive you over the edge.”
I groaned, my body arching wordlessly against his form. His words were nearly painful in the intensity. My hips ground against his, finding a rhythm against his body that pushed me right to the edge. But then his hands, firm and strong, gripped my hips, stilling me with a soft growl.
“Not yet, baby. Not yet.”
Pressing a palm over my crotch, he shifted his body against mine until we were grinding slowly, his lips a gentle, warm tug on my neck, my ear, even my shoulder as my hands roved over his body.
He felt like sin personified, and I couldn’t get enough. His clothes were in the way, yes, but there was an added layer of excitement, of unknown as we came together, the desperation in our bodies making the room, my too-small couch, fade away to nothing. Nothing but hot, powerful intent.
And when he finally shifted above me, grinding himself against me with another long stroke, his words sounded against my ear. “Can you imagine what we will be like? When I can fill you up with my cock?”
I could imagine.
I came hard enough that I could’ve sworn I saw stars.
The way Liam gripped me, his hips urgent and his teeth scraping across my skin, I hoped he felt the same way.
“You are quite unexpected, Miss Grove.” There was an edge of wonder, of happiness in his voice that warmed my heart even more than the soft hands that tucked me against him, our legs still hopelessly tangled.
“Come to see me tomorrow,” he said against my skin. “Please.”
If there was any chance of avoiding this, of avoiding him, it was gone now. Relief heated my skin, and I let myself embrace the insanity of it all as I tugged him down for another kiss. “I’d love that.”
