His smile is wicked when he suddenly rolls to the side and slips my tank up over my head.
I didn’t bother with a bra when I put it back on earlier, and I’m grateful when Liam’s gaze rakes over my chest, heat in his dark eyes.
“I know you said earlier that you don’t always love what you see in the mirror, but you’re absolutely gorgeous, babe.”
Before I can answer, he wraps those talented lips around a nipple and gives it a little tug. My hands are all over his back, roaming up his sides and over his shoulders before moving to his back again.
I can’t stop touching him. I can’t stop moving beneath him.
He’s going to drive me absolutely mad.
“There are so many things I want to show you,” he whispers. “I want to lick you everywhere. I want to find out how you like to be touched, and I want to show you how to get yourself off.”
“Yes, please.”
He chuckles as his hand slides down my belly to my shorts. He slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material and groans.
“Fucking hell, you’re wet.”
“I’m wet all the time.”
Liam surprises me by ripping the shorts in two, right off my body, and tosses the ruined material aside.
“Wow.”
“They were in my way.”
“Quite right.” I bite my lip, suddenly nervous at the idea of Liam seeing the most private part of me. But when he presses on my thigh, opening me wide, I tighten at the look of pure lust on his handsome face.
“Stop me, anytime.”
I nod.
“Use words. I need to know that you understand you’re in control, and you can stop this at any time, Eleanor.”
“I appreciate that, and thank you, but I can’t imagine wanting you to stop.”
He licks his lips and then places sweet, wet kisses down my torso. My hands fist in the bedsheets when he nudges his shoulders between my thighs and takes a long, deep breath.
He’s going to kiss me there.
Finally!
With his hot eyes pinned to mine, he lowers his head and swipes his tongue, very gently, against my quivering flesh.
My back bows on the bed, and starlights burst behind my eyes.
Liam cradles my ass in his hands and holds me in place so he can kiss me with his lips, his tongue. He moves up over that nub that’s the most sensitive, and then down to my opening. He growls and groans, making the most delicious sounds I’ve ever heard in my life.
All for me.
For me. Not Princess Eleanor.
My hands pull at his hair, at his shoulders, silently begging him to cover me with his incredible body and finally be inside me.
“Shit.”
I’m pulled out of my lusty heaven by the expletive and see Liam’s forehead braced on my inner thigh.
“What?”
“I don’t have any condoms.” He bites my flesh, reigniting my longing for him.
“I’m on the pill.” I have to swallow a moan when he licks the crease of my leg. “I had bad monthly cycles when I was young.”
He covers me now, hurrying to look me right in the eyes.
“I’m as clean as it gets,” he promises. “I wouldn’t do anything to put you at risk.”
I smile and drag my fingertips down his stubbly cheek. “I know. I think we’re fine, Liam.”
He kisses my chin. “Before I take off my pants, are you—?”
“I’m sure. I’ve never been surer of anything in my bloody life.”
He holds my gaze for a moment as if searching inside my soul for the answer he wants. And he must get it because he reaches down and unfastens his trousers, pushes them down his hips and legs, and rests the heavy length of his cock against my wetness.
“You’re the sweetest thing,” he whispers and starts to move his hips back and forth, very slowly and deliberately. The tip of him nudges against that nub and sends zings of pleasure down my limbs. “You’re incredible.”
“Please.” I hitch my legs higher on his sides. “Now, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to.” He brushes his nose against mine. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s going to hurt, but then it should be fucking fantastic.”
I nod, not understanding in the least how it could hurt when everything he does to me feels so bloody good.
He captures a nipple with his forefinger and thumb, and as he worries it, he positions himself at my opening.
“Breathe,” he croons. “Just breathe.”
I take a deep breath, and as I’m slowly letting it out, Liam slips inside me. There’s a bit of a pinch, and an uncomfortable stretching. He stops and lets me get used to him before pushing in farther.
Inch by amazing inch, he works his way in. When he’s fully seated inside me, he kisses me long and slow.
“Are you okay?”
“It actually doesn’t hurt too bad,” I confess. “It’s not comfortable, but it’s not awful.”
“Those aren’t exactly the words a man wants to hear when he’s having sex with his girl for the first time.” His voice is strained, but he’s smiling down at me. “After this, it’ll get easier and better.”