The Innocent Liar by Elizabeth Finn Page B

impress someone with that fucking skirt.”
    Her eyes filled with tears, but her anger and fury stayed in her expression. She turned from him to walk away. He didn’t stop her with another asshole comment that time, but he did follow her.
    When he reached the stairwell that led up to her loft, he had no idea what to do. He felt like he was going to go insane if she got any farther away from him, and when she stepped up onto the first step, she turned back, facing him again. Her tears were sitting precariously on her lower eyelids, and he swallowed painfully as his throat constricted at the sight of her.
    “I wanted to impress you .” Her tears fell then. When she tried to leave, he grabbed her hand, pulling her back down to the first step. She looked shocked as he studied her eyes for a moment, and there was no doubt at all that he truly was shocked—shocked and pulsing with something like relief, need, pain. Before she had time to put him in his place for how he’d treated her, he reached for her waist. She may have been up a step, but the difference put her at the perfect height for his mouth to find hers easily. He pulled her waist toward him, and when his lips finally touched hers, his breath caught in his throat. He bit her lower lip gently, and she cried out quietly against him, and when he pushed his tongue into her mouth, her breath started lurching and shuttering too. She didn’t push him away, and he knew she could at any moment. Hell, she likely should.
    He was freaking the hell out on the inside, but his body was doing everything he had wanted to do for too long. He stroked her tongue, feeling the warmth enveloping him. Her skin was silky smooth, and all he could think about was getting his fingers inside her pussy to see if she felt the same there. Her hands gripped his cheeks, pulling his mouth harder into hers, and she kissed a trail down his chin to his neck as he dropped his head back and closed his eyes. Fuck, her lips were hot, and when her path led her down the side of his neck, her tongue licked and flicked across his skin. All he could do was pull her hips hard to him. He was far too aroused for his reaction to go unnoticed, and when she felt the rigid bulge pressing against her groin, she groaned against his neck.
    He slid the zipper that ran over her bottom down, and he slipped his hands under her underwear as he pushed down to grip the cheeks of her bottom. The skirt was tight, and his hands were held firmly against her skin. When he squeezed his hands on the roundness, his cock pulsed against her stomach, but that was nothing compared to the reaction his body had when he slipped one hand farther down her body and slid a finger between her legs. He didn’t even need to delve between her lips to feel the moisture seeping from her. He grazed his fingers over the smooth skin of her pussy lips and was instantly covered in her come, and his dick started twitching and dancing.
    “So fucking wet…” He muttered quietly against her shoulder as his finger stroked without delving, but when he finally stopped stroking and pushed his finger between her lips, she stilled, panting against his neck. He froze too for a moment. Her skin was slick and silky and when he started pressing into her pussy, she contracted around him.
    “Oh, God.” She whispered at first, but by the third time she said it, her voice was louder and bordering on panic. “Oh, God. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.” He stilled with his finger partially buried inside her body. Her sheath was trembling around him, and her body was trying to pull him in deeper with every contraction of her tight muscles, but he didn’t move. “I can’t.” Suddenly, she was staring at his throat rather than kissing it. Her body held tension that hadn’t been there before, and when he pulled his hand from her, she gasped.
    He stepped back from her into the corridor, feeling like a complete asshole and not at all sure why he did. His move had