It was a thrill to know there would be a next time.
“At the moment, I’m mostly concerned with this time.” She tugged him toward the dresser, until he stood behind her at the mirror.
His hungry gaze met hers. “One of your fantasies?”
Dropping her hands to his, she drew them up her bare torso. “I want to see you touch me.”
“Your wish,” he murmured, getting with the program and cupping her breasts in his big, broad palms.
She loved the feel of his hands, bold and possessive. Loved, too, the sight of his darker skin against hers. His calloused thumbs brushed her peaked nipples, and Riley went wet. With a hum, she pressed back against him, glorying in the heat of his chest against her back and the evidence of his desire.
Liam stroked his hand over the soft curve of her belly, down to cover the scrap of satin between her thighs. She gasped at the touch, part shock, part pleasure. Her body flushed and she rocked into his hand, wanting, needing more.
“Have you ever watched yourself come, Riley?”
Speechless, she managed to shake her head once. If he kept talking to her in that voice and looking at her with that unwavering, laser-point focus, she was going to find out in a hurry.
Liam lifted her hands to loop around his neck. “Hold on to me.”
She did as ordered, fingers gripping the taut muscles of his neck as he slid the satin aside and went to work
. The sight and feel of him stroking, possessing her, had her knees melting, her body going pliant. And when she shattered, the only thing holding her up was the grip she had on him and the arm he banded around her waist.
“So goddamned beautiful.” Liam spun her, taking her mouth, even as she still quaked from pleasure.
When her legs tried to give out, he lifted her up, resting her butt on the dresser as he took her nipple into his mouth. Feeling an answering tug much lower, Riley wrapped her legs around his waist, settling against the bulge behind his fly.
“Too. Many. Clothes.”
He turned toward the bed, blindly lowering her, letting her go only long enough to strip out the rest of his clothes with a speed and efficiency she admired almost as much as his beautiful body. Then the mattress sank as he joined her, slowly crawling up her body, lips and hands igniting every inch.
Restless, aching, she reached for him. “Now, Liam.”
He started to pull away from her.
“What—?”
“Condom,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Riley took a firmer grip. “Birth control.”
He shifted up, settling himself in the cradle of her hips. “I’m clean. You sure?”
She wanted him, all of him, with no barriers, no more walls. “Yes. God yes!” Her answer shifted into a shout as he slid inside. “More.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He draped one of her legs over his shoulder and thrust forward until she could feel every hard, hot inch of him buried deep.
“Okay?”
“Perfect,” she managed.
Dipping his head, he made love to her mouth as he withdrew and thrust in again, an achingly slow rhythm that kept her deliriously on the brink. She lost track of everything but the flex and play of muscle and the glorious friction of his body moving in hers.
Riley nipped his lip. “Harder.”
“Hang on.”