suction spins tiny shock waves down all my
limbs.
“These lips have been driving me insane. Also, this neck.” Soft kisses trail down my throat. Teeth nibble and tease. “This body. Okay, let’s be honest. All of you.”
He grips my hips and maneuvers me back against the wall. “You’re the most arousing woman I’ve ever met. Will ever meet.”
My pulse thunders in my ears as I stare at his mouth. “I doubt that’s true.”
“Don’t. And I don’t know how, but . . .” He takes my hands from his chest and pushes them into the wall above my head. en he traps my wrists in his hands and squeezes.
Not enough to cause pain. Just enough to make every neuron overload and scream for more. “I know how to please you, Liss. I’ve known it from the first time I saw you.” He squeezes
my wrists again as he grazes over my lips. “I can feel what you need. But I’d still like you to tell me what you want.”
I’m not good at saying what I want. I think that’s why I’ve never orgasmed with a man. I boss people around enough in my professional life—I don’t want to have to
do it in the bedroom. And I definitely don’t want to have to draw a man a map to make me orgasm.
“Say it,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I can see you thinking about it. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”
He winds his fingers between mine and slides them down the wall until they’re beside my head. My breaths are so fast and shallow, I feel like I’m about to hyperventilate.
“Make me come,” I say.
His expression intensifies into pure, primal hunger. “Yes, ma’am.”
Without another word, he pins me to the wall and kisses me like it’s his job.
Oh.
God.
This man. His mouth. The same mouth I’ve fantasized about every day for the past eight weeks. The same sweet lips. Exactly the right amount of suction to drive me crazy.
When he slides his tongue against mine, I lose control. I kiss him back desperately. His hands roam across my body as we kiss, pushing under my clothes, gripping and squeezing flesh. He’s
not gentle. That’s fine with me. Gentle is boring.
I take the opportunity to touch him in all the ways I’ve dreamt about. I explore every muscle. Every hard plane and groove.
I grip his forearms as they tense and release, then run my hands up to his biceps. They flex as he cradles my face and covers my mouth with his. When I push under his T-shirt and run my fingers
along the waistband of his jeans, he grabs my hands and presses them back into the wall, hard.
“We’ve just established I have a job to do. Stop trying to distract me.”
I kiss him deeper. A low rumble echoes in his chest, dark and animalistic. I’ve never heard a sexier noise come out of a man. He kisses my neck, then works his way back up to my ear.
“Take your clothes off,” he whispers. His warm breath makes me shudder. “I need to see you.”
I’m too turned on to even answer, so I nod.
He kisses me once more before he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge.
Nervousness prickles my spine. I like to think I’m con dent with my body, but that’s when I’m with mere mortals. Liam is the definition of masculine perfection. Being open to
his scrutiny is downright intimidating.
“Elissa?” When I look at him, he’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees. If possible, his expression is even more intense than before we kissed. His eyes are penetrating.
Demanding. “Stop thinking. Start with your shoes.”
The roughness of his voice talks straight to the deepest parts of me. Something hot and urgent res in my belly.
I strip off my boots and socks and await further instructions.
He looks at my feet. I didn’t think it was possible for feet to blush, but I swear they do. He brings his gaze back up to my face. “Now the shirt.”
I draw up my T-shirt, then pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. I’m only wearing a plain black bra, but his sudden exhale makes me think he likes it. A lot. His gaze
limbs.
“These lips have been driving me insane. Also, this neck.” Soft kisses trail down my throat. Teeth nibble and tease. “This body. Okay, let’s be honest. All of you.”
He grips my hips and maneuvers me back against the wall. “You’re the most arousing woman I’ve ever met. Will ever meet.”
My pulse thunders in my ears as I stare at his mouth. “I doubt that’s true.”
“Don’t. And I don’t know how, but . . .” He takes my hands from his chest and pushes them into the wall above my head. en he traps my wrists in his hands and squeezes.
Not enough to cause pain. Just enough to make every neuron overload and scream for more. “I know how to please you, Liss. I’ve known it from the first time I saw you.” He squeezes
my wrists again as he grazes over my lips. “I can feel what you need. But I’d still like you to tell me what you want.”
I’m not good at saying what I want. I think that’s why I’ve never orgasmed with a man. I boss people around enough in my professional life—I don’t want to have to
do it in the bedroom. And I definitely don’t want to have to draw a man a map to make me orgasm.
“Say it,” he says, his voice low and commanding. “I can see you thinking about it. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”
He winds his fingers between mine and slides them down the wall until they’re beside my head. My breaths are so fast and shallow, I feel like I’m about to hyperventilate.
“Make me come,” I say.
His expression intensifies into pure, primal hunger. “Yes, ma’am.”
Without another word, he pins me to the wall and kisses me like it’s his job.
Oh.
God.
This man. His mouth. The same mouth I’ve fantasized about every day for the past eight weeks. The same sweet lips. Exactly the right amount of suction to drive me crazy.
When he slides his tongue against mine, I lose control. I kiss him back desperately. His hands roam across my body as we kiss, pushing under my clothes, gripping and squeezing flesh. He’s
not gentle. That’s fine with me. Gentle is boring.
I take the opportunity to touch him in all the ways I’ve dreamt about. I explore every muscle. Every hard plane and groove.
I grip his forearms as they tense and release, then run my hands up to his biceps. They flex as he cradles my face and covers my mouth with his. When I push under his T-shirt and run my fingers
along the waistband of his jeans, he grabs my hands and presses them back into the wall, hard.
“We’ve just established I have a job to do. Stop trying to distract me.”
I kiss him deeper. A low rumble echoes in his chest, dark and animalistic. I’ve never heard a sexier noise come out of a man. He kisses my neck, then works his way back up to my ear.
“Take your clothes off,” he whispers. His warm breath makes me shudder. “I need to see you.”
I’m too turned on to even answer, so I nod.
He kisses me once more before he walks over to the bed and sits on the edge.
Nervousness prickles my spine. I like to think I’m con dent with my body, but that’s when I’m with mere mortals. Liam is the definition of masculine perfection. Being open to
his scrutiny is downright intimidating.
“Elissa?” When I look at him, he’s leaning forward, elbows on his knees. If possible, his expression is even more intense than before we kissed. His eyes are penetrating.
Demanding. “Stop thinking. Start with your shoes.”
The roughness of his voice talks straight to the deepest parts of me. Something hot and urgent res in my belly.
I strip off my boots and socks and await further instructions.
He looks at my feet. I didn’t think it was possible for feet to blush, but I swear they do. He brings his gaze back up to my face. “Now the shirt.”
I draw up my T-shirt, then pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. I’m only wearing a plain black bra, but his sudden exhale makes me think he likes it. A lot. His gaze
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