Getting Off

His voice was dry. ‘No shit.’

I had to smile at his tone. Each wall was painted a different colour. One wall sported a mural that looked suspiciously like a woman’s vulva, not that I even knew for certain what a vulva looked like even though I had one.

There were crystals in every window, dream catchers swinging in the warm breeze. Beaded chiffon throws over chairs and the couch. A big fat Buddha statue sat in a corner surrounded by unlit candles. It was bohemian-hippie chic, to say the least.

‘This is one hell of an apartment.’

My mouth was still quirking as I came to stand beside him. ‘My aunt is about seventy, even though she could pass for fifty. She’s on a yoga-and-meditation retreat in India right now. And her name is June, but she’s currently answering to the name Star. Last year it was Lakshmi, after the Indian goddess of abundance. She has a tattoo on her back of the phases of the moon.’

I was babbling now. Liam turned toward me. My pulse zoomed skyward again. Mouth dry, I forced myself to try to remember social niceties. ‘Do you...would you like a drink?’

He shook his head, ‘I don’t drink.’

I frowned. ‘But you were drinking in the bar.’

‘Nonalcoholic beer.’

‘But...why bother going in the first place?’

He shrugged minutely, and drawled, ‘Maybe I was hoping to run into you.’

I rolled my eyes, even as my pulse was going haywire. ‘Smooth, very smooth.’

He smiled. ‘I do try.’ And then, ‘I do have one question...’

I had to stop myself saying, yes to anything, if he would just keep smiling like that, and said, ‘What?’

He reached out and tugged me into him, and all my erogenous points zinged to life.

‘Do you have protection here? Because I wasn’t exactly...expecting this, and I’m so hot for you that I didn’t think to stop on the way.’

I’m so hot for you.

I think I actually fainted with shock for a few seconds, while staying standing. I couldn’t be entirely sure I wasn’t going to wake up any minute now, masturbating myself again...but I blinked, and he didn’t move. I wasn’t dreaming. I was sizzling.

I liked the fact that he obviously wasn’t some lothario with a string of condoms in his pocket, while also feeling thankful that I’d bought a hopeful stash yesterday. And I was on the pill, but knowing most guys’ predilection for going without, given half a chance, I kept that to myself. Safety came first, even when auditioning for the starring role in Caitlin Does Liam.

I nodded, my voice was rough with desire. ‘In the bathroom.’

His eyes darkened and his hands tightened on my waist, fingers touching my bare skin underneath the hem of my T-shirt. ‘Good.’

And then his head swooped and we were kissing again but without the restraints of kissing in public this was totally unrestrained. I wound my arms around his neck and came up on tiptoe, pressing every part of my body to his.

Our mouths were open, hungry, ravenous. He clutched my head, holding me still so that he could plunder and explore, stroking my tongue with his, the rough abrasion making me moan softly.

I rubbed myself against him like a hungry kitten, and when I felt the thick bulge of his erection against my belly, between my legs got even wetter. His hands were moving, back down to my T-shirt, lifting it up. After a moment’s hesitation, I let him break the contact between our mouths and drew back, breathing harshly. So was he.

He lifted the material and without taking my eyes off his, I lifted my arms. The T-shirt came up and off, my hair fell down my back. His eyes moved to my chest, and my breasts seemed to swell in the very modest black lace bra.

‘So beautiful,’ he breathed, reaching out to cup one breast, making my breath hitch unevenly.

Striving for some sense of control when control was fast deserting me, I said, ‘I’m feeling a little underdressed here.’

He looked at me and quirked that sexy smile again. And with a smooth move, his T-shirt joined mine on the floor. He smelled divine. Musky and clean and hot.

Now it was my turn to ogle. He was perfection. Tanned skin. Lean and hard. Defined muscles. Blunt nipples. A smattering of dark blond hair across his pectorals that led down and dissected his six-pack to disappear into his jeans where I could see the very pronounced bulge pushing against the denim.

Acting completely instinctively, I reached out and cupped that bulge, feeling it twitch against the material. The length and shape was clearly visible now. He was big. Holy crap.