He slides his nose in a bit closer and caresses his lips on mine, sending a shooting current down my spine. I want to press up on my toes higher than I already am to reach into more of the kiss, but he’s controlling every second of this, just as he’s been trying to controleverythingelse.
There’s one problem with that, though. I’m more controlling thanheis.
I loop my arms around his neck and jump up to wrap my legs around his wet waist. He scoops his hands beneath me, holding me in place as I show him exactly how I want to touchhislips.
Feeling as though I’ve lost all my senses, I nip at his bottom lip, which somehow makes everything between my legs swell at thesametime.
Our kiss becomes fierce and wild, though kissing him hasn’t been suppressed from the moment he threw me onto my bed. The electricity between us is the most powerful thing I have ever felt with a man, and there is no coming back from this. I know he can feel my heart pounding against his chest, and I want the feeling to last, to feel the rush as the warm breeze surrounds us along with the sound of crashing waves. Then there’s the scent. It’s changed and morphed into the salty fresh air, along with the traces of cologne or soap still saturated inLiam’sskin.
His arms are woven tightly around me as he walks us back toward the path. Our lips remain in their tango all the way up to the house where he changes course and brings his lips to my neck. “What about—” I try to talk, but I have little air left todoso.
“They won’t be back for a while,” he says between kissing and sucking on my neck. He brings us into the house and manages to hike up the stairs with my body still tangledaroundhim.
I’m not going to lie . . .it’shot.
We end up in Liam’s room, and he closes us inside, pressing me up against the back of the door. His lips continue to do all the work while he explores every inch of my neck and exposed chest. “Is it too soon to want to rip this dress off?” he mutters against mycollarbone.
“No,” I cry out. “Please.”
“Thank God,” herelents.
He tugs at the hem of my dress, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it to the ground. It’s a complete turn-on when he takes a moment to glance down at my body, blatantly checking me out with approval as excitement shines through his eyes.I slide down against the door as he releases his grip from my waist, moving to my arms that he pins above my head. His body is pressed firmly against mine and his cock is fighting against my waist, bruising it with its hardness as his mouth softly roams along my neck, setting my sensesonfire.
“It’s a good thing I have a lot of condoms,” he mutters intomyear.
“It’s a good thing I told you to get extra large, but I am on the pill with a clean bill of health,” Ireply.
“I’m clean as well,” he groans. “I just ... I prefer to getdirty.”
“I like dirty,” I whisper intohisear.
My words urge him to move our party to the bed as his arms cradle me like we’re in a wild dance, spinning across the room until I land flat on my back in his beautiful man-scentedbed.
He peels his wetsuit off, revealing a stunning canvas of muscles andtattoos.
Busy staring at his goods, I can’t help appreciating how nice his satin sheets feel on my bare skin, but they aren’t effective for lying still. As he climbs on top of me with a seductive look in his eyes, my head not-so-seductively slips off his pillow and lands beneath his chest. Oops. Um. Thisis—yeah.
We awkwardly twist around as I try to pull my head back up to his pillow, careful not to knee him in the balls at the same time. I feel like I’ve done that to someone at some point in the past. Coordination has never been mything.
“Okay,” I say, laughingtimidly.
“You okay?”heasks.
Yes, I slipped on your satin sheets and almost fell through your legs, which would have worked out perfectly for you. I’m just great. No problem. Keep going.Liam reaches beneath my back, trying to unclasp my bra with one hand. Waiting for the release, I look around his room awkwardly while he unsteadily kisses my chest. My bra isn’t unhinging. Shit. This is the one that melted in my dryer, and the clasp is bent the wrong way and hard to detach. “Here,” I say, pushing up on my elbows, reaching for the back of my bra. Of course, not without shouldering him in the nose at thesametime.
“Oh, no! I’m sorry. Are you okay?” I reach up and touch his nose as he squeezes one eye shut for a quicksecond.
“I’m good, I’m good. What’s going on with this thing?” he asks, still fidgeting withmybra.
“It’sbroken.”
“Bras canbreak?”
“Yeah, it’s super annoying.” More so when I can’t undo the damn thing myself either. Liam becomes impatient and pulls it up, sliding it over my head as my breasts slap against my ribcage. I feel like my nipples have been torn off, but it’s cool. Totally hot, actually. I’m doing the beached whale move as I try to kick my panties off and finally do end up kneeing him in theballs.
A grunt followed by a soft moan tells me I’ve done a little damage, and he falls to the side, pulling his knees into his chest. “I’m sorrrrrrry,” I whine. “It’s been a while, Iguess.”
“Been a while?” He tries to laugh, but I think he’s still in pain. “When’s the last time you’ve taken your own clothes off?” Yeah, he has a valid pointthere.
