When she looks back up at me, the moment shifts.
The energy feels charged, and I can’t stop myself from reaching out and brushing her jaw with my thumb.
She leans into it, and I can’t hold back.
I’m not sure who moves first, but her hands are in my hair, and my arms are around her waist, lifting her onto my lap so she’s straddling me.
We lean in at the same time, and our lips meet. It’s fire, want, and need.
I push my tongue inside her mouth, tasting her. I have the overwhelming need to consume her completely.
She starts to grind her hips, and I can feel the heat of her pussy through her jeans.
These clothes need to come off.
My hands move to the button on her jeans, and I pop it open. I pull out the T-shirt she’s tucked in, then run my hands up her sides, around to her back, and pull her in closer to me.
I can’t get enough.
I can’t get her close enough.
I unclasp her bra, then bring my hands to her breasts and move her bra out of the way. She’s just as perfect now as she was then. Maybe even slightly fuller.
Fuck me.
She breaks the kiss and reaches for the hem of my shirt and pulls it off in one swift move.
In response, I lift her shirt over her head and toss it to the floor. Then I take her bra straps and slide them slowly down her arms.
My eyes haven’t left hers, and I can see the fire in them. She wants this as badly as I do.
I cup her breasts and squeeze as she grinds her hips on my lap.
“Liam, I want you. I want this.”
“Oh, it’s happening, baby. But let me look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
Her fingers run through my hair, making me shiver.
I’m so charged right now; I don’t think it would take much for me to come.
“I think we should go to your room.” She leans in and kisses me, then sucks my bottom lip into her mouth.
That about shatters my desire to move slower, so I stand, holding her ass in my hands, and walk toward my bedroom, not breaking our kiss.
As soon as we walk through the door, I set her down and unzip her jeans while she does mine.
She pushes my jeans and boxers past my ass, and I use one hand to push them down enough to remove the rest with my foot and step out of them. Then I remove her jeans and black lacy thong and toss them somewhere into the room. Our mouths collide again, and I lead her toward the edge of my bed.
When the back of her legs hit the mattress, I lay her down without breaking our kiss. Then I push her legs open and run my index finger through her wetness.
I pull back and lift my wet finger. “This is all for me?”
Her breath hitches, and she nods.
The need to taste her makes me feel feral. I lean back and kneel on the floor, spreading her legs wide.
“I can smell your sweetness. And you’re so pretty and pink and soaked for me. Aren’t you, Alie?”
