“Don’t be sorry. I was going to wake you before to see if you wanted to change, but I was just so satisfied that Barry serenaded you to sleep that I couldn’t do it.”
“Maybe it was just beginner’s luck for Mr. Manilow.”
Liam reaches out and takes my hand, skating his thumb across my palm. The sensation goes straight to my belly, and my breathing turns shallow.
“I suppose we’ll have to test that theory out next time,” he says.
How in the hell can hand-holding be so erotic? I’ll have to contemplate that question further in the future, because right now, I’m far too busy dealing with the definite heat that’s traveling up my neck.
“You think there’ll be a next time, then, do you?”
“I’m counting on it,” he answers.
And just when I think I couldn’t like Liam more than I already do, sleepy sex voice Liam makes an appearance. It’s official—this is happening.
Still lulling me into a state of quiet delirium from hand touching alone, I’m more than receptive when he pulls me forward with a gentle tug. I instantly slide my body across to meet his, and a swirling rush shoots through me. I’ve never wanted a man more. I feel drunk. He makes me feel drunk. The delectable buzz that’s clouding my mind spreads all through my stomach and even lower as I urge Liam down until we’re nose to nose. I’m the one to close that last inch, tilting my chin up so my lips meet his.
Our kiss is soft and slow. There’s no one to rush us. Echoes of touches reverberate through every inch of me. My shirt bunches up as I slip closer still, exposing my hip. Liam drags a hand across my bare waist, leaving a trail of fire. I want to feel it everywhere. Apparently thinking the same, Liam moves his hand to graze up my back as my own hand travels to the nape of his neck. I lean up further and nudge his lips open with mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, confident and practiced. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m insatiable as a result.
I all but mold myself against his front, and his skin feels hot to the touch. I’m pretty sure I’ve been burning for ages, already itching to tear my clothes off for any kind of relief. Liam’s hand slides from my back to my thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. As soon as it does, he rolls onto his back, shifting me up until I’m straddling him.
Very much happy in our new position, I pull my shirt over my head, and my bra follows seconds later. Liam’s eyes seem to glaze over until he jolts himself up into a sitting position, situating me firmly in his lap as he pulls my head down for another drugging kiss. It quickly turns desperate, and I instinctively roll my hips forward. Liam pulls back with a groan that sounds almost pained, but he can’t be in too much pain since his mouth moves determinedly to my chest. He licks and sucks, and my head falls back. A muffled moan fights its way out of me even though I’m doing everything I can to stay quiet. A minute passes in the same manner until I’m dizzy and wild and the rhythm of my hips steadily builds. I’m thinking things could reach the breaking point just like this when Liam locks an arm around me and twists us again, somehow pinning me onto the bed beneath him with another deep, frenzied kiss.
I’m not sure how much time goes by before he leans back on his haunches, gripping my underwear as his eyes lock on mine.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice utterly desperate and low.
I nod as I swallow and lift my hips up to help him. He pulls my panties away and then slides off the bed, pulling his boxers down and stepping out of them as he reaches into his bedside table for protection. Soon he’s back on top of me. His weight feels grounding and perfect, and I’m quick to wrap my legs around him, desperate to reach the finish line even as I’m inwardly hoping we can go on like this for years.
Liam seems as impatient as I am, instantly lining himself up and nudging in little by little until he’s there. Right there. I feel full and on fire and eagerly start to move. His eyes stay clenched shut as he mutters a smothered curse into my neck. “Winnie. Christ, you’re amazing. You feel...” His words are cut off as I twist my head and drag his mouth back to mine.
One hand supports his weight beside me as the other continues to mercilessly roam my body, eventually slipping down between us and rubbing just enough pressure right where I need it. We continue to move against each other, alternating between feverish thrusts and measured strokes until the delicious clenching in the pit of my stomach snaps. I hide my face against the skin of his shoulder, muffling my cry as I tighten around him. Liam’s hips whip forward at the sensation, his chest dropping to mine as he moans in my ear in such a dirty way that it amplifies my aftershocks by a million. I want to hear it again and again.
A minute later, we’re both still panting as Liam rolls off to lie beside me and we gaze up at the ceiling, slowly coming back down to earth.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” I say breathlessly, turning my head over to look at him. “And here I thought ice cream was going to be the standout moment of my night.”
Liam chuckles and glances over at me. “That was brilliant,” he replies. “I mean, I knew it was going to be good, but I had no idea it would bethatgood.”
“I’m glad you had fun.”
“I’m actually quite proud of myself. We threw some real acrobatics in there. I may have pulled a muscle, but it felt so incredible that it didn’t register at the time.”
“Bold of you to admit that, Old Man River. Tell me, is discussing sex injuries typical in this neck of the woods, or are you only speaking so honestly because our super-steamy activities lowered your inhibitions?”
Liam grins and rubs his eyes. “I’ll have you know that yes, while I may still be in an amorous haze, having a sex sprain is nothing to be ashamed of. It just means I’ll have to up my daily stretching.”
“Or get a new hip,” I suggest coyly.
“You know, if you continue to tease me like that, I’m going to feel the need to defend my manhood and ravish you all over again.”
“Maybe that’s been my plan all along.”
Liam rolls then until he’s propped up on his elbow beside me. “The first second I saw you, I knew that I was in trouble. I immediately thought to myself that I was either going to run far, far away from you, or shamelessly chase after you.”
“I guess it’s fair to say you went with door number two.”
“Was I that obvious?” he asks.
