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“Wait,” I say.
He stops on a dime. His jaw pops, and I can feel his muscles tense.
“My room’s on the other end,” I say, nodding over his shoulders.
He lets out a heavy sigh, shaking his head with a laugh. “You almost fucking killed me, baby.”
Baby. A prickly chill runs all over me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet as that word rumbles out of his lips. If his smile is dangerously seductive, him calling me baby is downright deadly.
He turns around and carries me the opposite direction. It’s not lost on either of us what a monumental clusterfuck we’d be in if anyone happens to step outside their own room right now, or if they even glanced through the peephole at the wrong moment.
As we pass the vending area for the second time I say, “You sure you don’t want stop and get the snacks you came for?”
“I’m carrying the snack I came for,” he whispers into my ear, his breath hot against the side of my face.
When we’re in my room, he sets me down, and I immediately grab two handfuls of his shirt. I push him back against the door, hoisting myself up on my tip toes to press my lips to his.
“Damn, baby,” he growls through the kiss, “I like when you push me around.”
I bunch the fabric up in my hands and lift it up. Being way too short to pull a shirt over Liam’s head, he takes the hint and grabs the hem, lifting it over his head. I take a step back as he lets the shirt fall to the floor.
My eyes marvel at Liam’s bare torso lit under the dim overhead light above the door. Despite the glimpses of his muscles I caught on Halloween night and last Friday, this is the first I’m seeing him totally shirtless, the first time I can let my eyes peruse every peak and valley of his immaculate physique.
I bite my bottom lip as I trace the outline of his impossibly cut abs with the pad of my index finger. I drag it up, where I let my palm splay against the broad, hard plane of his chest.
Liam grabs my wrists and pushes me against the opposite wall, capturing my mouth in a kiss again, pressing his tongue past the seam of my lips.
He pulls my sweater over my head and tosses it behind him while I unhook my bra; finally, our bodies are pressed together without any fabric coming between them, my soft tummy and round, tender tits against his hard, straight, cut muscles. My hands reach up and wrap around his round, boulder-like shoulders as he kisses me.
This time, we don’t have to be hurried, we don’t have to worry about someone walking in, we can take our time to explore every inch of each other’s bodies, kiss every crevice of each other’s mouths, wring out every drop of our desire.
He hoists me up, and I curl my legs around his trim waist as he marches me to the bed. He sets me down gently.
“There’s no fucking way Friday night could have been the last time,” he says, dropping kisses along the outline of the jaw. “Not when I never even had the chance to take my time with you.”
When he moves to press a hot kiss to the crook my neck, I moan as his chest rubs across my tender, pebbled nipples.
Before long, our pants and underwear are piled at the foot of the bed. Liam’s body looms over me as his mouth rakes hotly against the tender side of my neck. I tilt my hips to wrap my bare leg around his waist, and a tremor of pleasure shakes through me as the motion causes my clit to graze against the edge of his Adonis belt.
He crawls down, stopping at my breast. He swirls his tongue over the peaked, sensitive nub, before blowing a gentle breeze on it through his lips. The pebbled flesh stiffens even harder as a wave of arousal rushes through me, sending even more heat between my legs where my center throbs with want.
I arch my back when he takes my nipple gently in between his teeth. I let out a sharp, jagged whimper as he teases me, lightly flicking the very top of the nub with the tip of his tongue.
“I love how your body responds to me,” he growls, running his palms and the rough pads of his fingers all over me, tracing the outlines of my ribcage, of my hipbone. I squirm under him, his touch lighting me on fire.
He crawls lower until his head settles between my thighs. I’m so wet for him, my center yearning for his touch.
Bliss rips through me as he rakes the tip of his tongue up my slit. My spine curls as pleasure spreads from my core all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“More,” I plead.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “Fuck, baby, do you have any idea how pretty your pussy is when you’re so wet for me?”
I lift my hips towards him, dying for him to press his tongue to me and relieve the ache that throbs in my core.
He just pulls his head back and chuckles. “Impatient, are we?”
“Please,” I beg.
