“Please, Liam,” I begged as his lips trailed way too leisurely along my jaw and down my neck.“Fuck me.”
“Patience, Birthday Girl,” he murmured huskily.“I’ll get there.Promise.”
His lips moved lower, his tongue tracing my collarbone, scattering kisses on my breasts.Then, he latched onto one of my nipples.An aching need took root as he sucked and licked, his hand teasing my other breast by lightly pinching my nipple.The sensations rocked through me, and I writhed impatiently beneath him, even though there was something intoxicating about the way he was making me wait.
He took his time lavishing one breast, then the other.His hot, hard, naked body felt so good against mine, and I ran my hands down his muscular back, enjoying the feel of him.
Finally, he moved back up and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.“Look at me,” he ordered softly.
I lifted my eyes to his and he pushed inside.The stretch was immediate and intense and I sucked in a startled breath.He was bigger than anyone I’d been with, and I shuddered at the way my body had to adjust to take him, how he filled me up in the most satisfying way.
“You okay?”His voice was strained, his arms braced on either side of me as he held my gaze.
I nodded, unable to speak, even as I appreciated his concern.Most men would have just kept going, only caring about chasing their own pleasure.
He started to move, slowly at first.Then, as I adjusted to him, his thrusts became harder, deeper.He was no longer gentle, and I didn’t want him to be.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured, lifting both of my legs onto his shoulders.
I was bent double, but the change in angle allowed him to go even deeper, the curve of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me.I moaned, my hands reaching around and gripping his ass.There was something unbelievably erotic about the way his muscles clenched and released as he drove himself into me, over and over again.
I felt the beginnings of another orgasm gathering force inside me.“Liam…I’m almost there.I’m going to…”
“Do it,” he rasped, keeping up the same relentless thrusts.“Come all over my cock, Morgan.”
That commanding tone sent me spiraling.I broke apart beneath him, in the throes of passion and lost to the sublime ecstasy when I felt Liam’s hips jerk hard.He buried himself deep and stilled, head thrown back, his guttural groan of pleasure erupting from him as he found his own release.The pulsing of his cock inside of me felt more intimate than I would have expected with a stranger I just met an hour ago.
He pressed his lips to mine, a soft kiss that chased the tremors still wracking my body.Warmth spread through my chest in a slow wave of feeling that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with him.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, pulling out of me and heading into the bathroom.
A few minutes passed, and when he returned the condom was gone and he carried a warm, damp hand towel.He sat on the edge of the bed beside me, and instead of handing it to me, he gently cleaned me himself.
The gesture was so intimate it nearly undid me, considering no one had ever taken the time to do that for me before.My body was still humming from the pleasure he’d given me, and now this, his quiet care, the gentle sweep of warmth between my thighs…it made me feel stripped bare in a way I wasn’t sure how to process.
“You okay?”he asked, as if sensing just how off-kilter I was feeling.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
When he was done, Liam tossed the towel onto the bathroom floor, then came back, climbing into bed.The mattress dipped as he settled beside me, and he covered us both with the covers.Then he surprised me by gathering me close, so that I was snuggled up to his side.I hadn’t expected that, or any of this extra tenderness or aftercare.For a moment, I wondered how a stranger’s touch could feel so achingly right.Then he exhaled a slow, contented breath, and the answer didn’t seem to matter.
I relaxed into his hold, thinking that this might just be the best birthday I’d ever had.For that matter, this man was the best lover I’d ever had.Dominant and considerate and hot as hell.
My eyelids grew heavy as I allowed myself to get comfortable.Just before I fell asleep, I felt Liam brush aside my hair and press a kiss to my forehead.
“Good night, Birthday Girl.”
I smiled as I drifted off, content and happy with my decision to come here with him.But hours later, when I awoke to the sunrise coming through the big windows, I realized that I was alone.The other side of the bed was empty, the suite completely quiet.
A knot of disappointment twisted in my stomach as I pushed myself up, glancing around.He was definitely gone.There was no note.Nothing to even indicate that he’d been there, and the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to at least say goodbye hurt more than it should have.
He hadn’t made any promises.I knew that.This was supposed to be uncomplicated.A night of pleasure, and he’d certainly given me that.He’d been generous, attentive, and the sex had been mind-blowing.He’d ordered me cake, for God’s sake.
Still, part of me had believed the softness in his voice, and the way he’d said, “Good Night, Birthday Girl”, like our evening together meant something.Like maybe I had, too.
Clearly, I’d been mistaken.Again.What was wrong with me that I always read more into situations with men than existed?That I believed that there was a connection when there was only the convenience of a hookup?
With a sigh, I lay back down and drew the covers tighter around me, trying to hold onto the fading warmth he’d left behind.But the truth settled in as quietly as the morning light filtering into the room.
