Liam tsks at me. “Everything off.” He points at my bra and panties. “Can’t get warm if you’re still wearing clothes.”
“You’d better take off your?—”
He removes his pants and boxers in one swift movement, standing bare in front of me.
“You were saying?” Liam grins at me, and as he stalks closer, I undo the clasp of my bra and toss the material to the floor. “Panties too.”
I shake my head. “You’re going to have to take them off me if you want me completely naked.” I try desperately not to smile and bite down on my bottom lip, but it’s not working.
Liam tilts his head the other direction, glancing me up and down, drinking me in with his eyes. “Are you giving me orders?”
“Are you being a pain in my ass?” I quip.
He chuckles and grabs my hand, lying back on the bed, dragging me to follow him.
I straddle his hips, climbing above him, and dare I admit I am quite a bit hotter, even without all of my clothes on.
He has that effect on me.
Liam drags the covers up, but they fall around my hips. “Are you still cold?” he asks, his hands on my thighs and I’m not chilly at all.
“Do I feel cold?” I ask as I glance down at his hands on my bare skin. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and I grind my hips against his, watching his eyes roll back in his head.
He moans, and the sound is absolutely delicious, making my pulse quicken. I grab his arms, pinning them beside me on the bed, staring down at him, watching him struggle to keep his gaze on me.
“Keep doing that,” Liam rasps and his voice is throaty and raw, primal.
The grin is plastered to my face as I listen to each breath and study his features.
I loosen my grip on his hands, and he digs his fingers into my hips, rising and grinding, meeting my movements with just as much intensity.
Sweat beads on his brow and each breath comes out as a soft gasp. “You keep doing that and?—”
“And you’ll come?” I grin, leaning down and kissing Liam, my tongue pushing past his lips, hungrily devouring him.
He rolls us around, burying me beneath him, and his weight is positively sinful and makes me feel protected. Liam drags a hand along my thigh, his fingers teasing my skin, but not quite reaching the intended destination.
He’s fucking with me and dragging the whole process out. Knowing him, we’ll still be doing this tomorrow morning, and I’ll be either begging for sleep or for him to stop teasing me and let me come.
Liam will be the death of me.
Though I suppose if I die from sex, it’s not the worst way to go.
He drags his tongue over my thigh, his lips teasing a warm path over my bare flesh as he worships my body, every inch of it.
“Tease,” I mutter with a smile, my fingers running through his hair, pushing his head down farther between my thighs, giving him a hint.
He chuckles and nips at my inner thigh playfully.
I yelp and glare at him. “Liam Moretti, did you just bite me?” I lean forward, sitting up a bit, scowling at him.
“It was a love bite, and did you just use my full name?” He moves his attention to my other thigh and all the way down to my ankle, making me absolutely restless on the bed as I lie back down against the pillows.
“I did.” I emit a soft sigh and tug on him to move. He crawls back up my body, hovering over my lips.
“Is this what you want, firebreather?” Liam smiles down at me.
“Okay, Cin.”
