“Great,” I said, clearing my throat.
She bent down at the fridge to get the garlic, which caused me to stop and stare.
God, look at that ass.
The curvy silhouette of her ass, enhanced by her position, stared up at me, begging to be touched. Slowly, I moved toward her, my actions overtaking my thoughts. My cock began to swell as I stood behind her, my hand running over the outside of her skirt.
She jumped, shocked by my behavior, but remained bent over. My hand traveled down to her legs and then ran up the inside of her thighs. I lifted up her skirt, stopping just short of her lace panties. She gasped, her legs buckling as she reached out for the counter to steady herself.
“I want myself inside you so badly right now,” I whispered, my finger trailing the edge of her panties.
“Coop,” she gasped, her palms spreading flat on the counter.
“Shh, stay still,” I mumbled, as my finger entered her wet pussy.
She groaned, her fingers pressing into the sandstone of the counter so hard they were white. I slid a second finger inside of her, my mouth pressed up to her neck, my erection aching against my pants.
“You’re so beautiful, Mia. Everything about you amazes me,” I whispered as my fingers swept over her entrance again. Whimpering softly, she parted her legs for me.
Slipping my fingers outside of her, I unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. A deep groan vibrated from my throat. Watching her bent over in front of me was almost unbearable. My hands wanted to be all over her soft skin all at once. She was there, with me; it made me lightheaded, as though a part of me was expecting to awaken at any moment.
At any other time, with any other woman, the sight of her red lace thong and messed shirt would’ve sent me over the edge. But that wasn’t what I wanted from this woman. The velvet-smooth feel of her skin; the scent of her perfume lingering behind her ears and in the divot between her collarbones; and that damn shampoo that smelled like honey…it was all busy torturing me every moment I wasn’t allowed to touch her.
“Come here,” I whispered.
She turned around, her arms wrapping around my neck as our lips melted into each other. I parted her lips gently with mine as my tongue eased onto hers.
My heart pounded faster, not knowing what she wanted from me. I wasn’t in a role, and I had no more games to play. This was me, Liam. She was getting a part of me that no other woman had ever been with. I wasn’t the Dom; I wasn’t the cabana boy; I wasn’t the actor, the playboy, or Coop the Escort.
I was just me. And the idea that I might not be enough for her scared the shit out of me.
I hoisted her up to my hips and carried her down to the bedroom, our lips not breaking apart for even a second the entire way.
“I love everything about you,” I mumbled, burying my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. I lowered her onto my bed as she unbuttoned my shirt. I hovered over her, slowly unzipping my fly, and her eyes followed my every move.
The moment I parted her legs, I felt my erection ache for her. I rubbed once against her sensitive bare pussy, and I almost fell apart.
Quickly, I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and tore it open. I rolled it on with one hand while my other cradled her beautiful face, and eased myself inside of her.
Her breath caught. And I stopped breathing altogether.
There was nothing about that moment I wanted to change as I saw a lone tear escape her one of her green eyes. She swiftly wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer to her.
This was what I’d been missing. Sex was an act that I had given and received on a whim.
The intense feeling of making love to someone special was something I had convinced myself wasn’t missed. But it was.
Making love to Mia had just proven that.
My eyes fluttered open. It took me a minute to process my surroundings. Bed. My bed. Mia’s arm draped over my bare chest. Fuck, she looked so sweet, lying there asleep. Her mouth was open slightly and a little snore escaped from her mouth. I smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.
Easing her arm off me, I sat up and reached for my phone. Four missed calls. Two from a number I didn’t recognize, and two from Jake. There was also a text from Beth.
How are you Coop? Call me xx
Grabbing my robe, I threw it over my shoulders and crept out of the room. Walking into the kitchen, the first thing I did was make a coffee. The second thing I did was sneak out onto the balcony with said drink.
I called Jake. He answered on the first ring.