But now Caitlin was lying down and Liam’s thoughts scattered. He couldn’t not touch her for another second. So he came down on the low bed beside her and ran his hand down over one breast and its distended hard tip, exulting in the way her belly sucked in in reaction.
And then down farther till he reached her pants. Hooking his fingers underneath, he pulled, instructing roughly, ‘Lift your hips.’
She did, raising that butt off the bed, making Liam’s mouth water as he tugged her underwear down over her thighs and off completely, throwing them carelessly to one side.
Now she was naked. Pale limbs gleaming in the moonlight. A small cluster of dark red curls drew his hand back to between her legs where she was hot. He looked at her as he moved his hand, forcing her thighs apart. She was biting her lip, and for a moment she looked endearingly shy. Something Liam was not used to with the women he took as lovers.
They were all confident, fast-talking, sexually aggressive New Yorkers who gave as good as they got. Dominant. Again that memory threatened to rise, and to push it down, Liam pressed his mouth to Caitlin’s and drowned in those soft lips.
Her mouth opened under his and her arms came around his neck and suddenly the shy girl was gone again as she thrust a sharp tongue into his mouth, exploring with a skill that left him breathless.
Liam’s hand stroked her, feeling that damp heat spreading, making her lips plump and moist. Ready. She moaned into his mouth and arched against him, pressing her breasts to his chest, circling her hips.
Liam wanted to taste her. Badly.
He took his mouth away and moved down, pressing kisses against her damp skin, hovering briefly over her nipples. Biting gently before soothing, and moving on. Damn. He could suck her nipples for a year and not get enough. Her hands were clutching his hair almost painfully. His tongue explored her navel, swirling.
The scent of her musky arousal drenched the air as he came closer and closer to that heat. Liam cupped her ass with his hands, his shoulders pushing her legs wide apart now. She was bared to him, the slick folds protecting her sex glistening with desire.
Liam bent close and licked her, his rough tongue slipping and sliding right up the seam of her body, until he felt for and found that hard cluster of cells and sucked it.
Her scent and the sweet salty taste of her had him grinding his hips into the bed, his dick so hard now he could barely breathe. As much as he could have lain there all night torturing her and himself with his tongue, it was too much. He had to bury himself inside her. Now. Or die.
He came back up her body. She was panting. Lifting her head to look at him with huge eyes. Damn. Had he ever seen anyone more beautiful?
Fumbling with uncharacteristic awkwardness for the condom, he found it and ripped it open, smoothing it over his straining cock. He clenched his jaw at even that touch. He was so close.
He positioned himself at the juncture of her thighs, hands keeping his heavy weight off her, and then he gave in to the most powerful urge he’d ever felt and thrust into her, deep and hard. He couldn’t have gone slow and easy even if he’d tried.
Caitlin gasped, her hands going to his arms, clutching him tight. Her back arched. From somewhere, Liam rasped out, ‘Are you...okay? Is it too much?’
She shook her head. ‘No, keep going.’
Liam was buried to the hilt. He could feel his balls drawn up tight between their bodies. Exercising formidable restraint, he slowly pulled back out and almost shouted aloud. She was so snug around him. Her body clenching his dick like the tightest, hottest, silken glove.
He couldn’t hold back now; his body was taken over by a primeval rhythm he couldn’t control as he drove in and out of that tight sheath. He came down over her body, making his thrusts longer, deeper. Caitlin’s legs wrapped around his waist as her head went back and she gave a keening cry.
Her hips undulated against his as Liam’s movements became more frantic and wild as the pinnacle of pleasure beckoned. Caitlin’s head was thrashing back and forth, she was moaning incoherently. Hands gripping his ass, pulling him even deeper into her. Her whole body tensed and arched against his, just as the last shred of his control finally broke, and with a guttural shout, every sinew and tendon in his body pulled taut as the rush of his climax ripped through his body, tearing him apart and turning everything black for a long moment.
* * *
My heart was pounding, skin tingling all over, still on the cusp of an elusive climax. Frustration clawed at me. I couldn’t catch my breath, and when Liam finally pulled free of my body I could feel my inner muscles clasping in protest.
He flopped onto his back beside me, breathing harshly. Eventually he just said, ‘Jesus Christ, I blacked out.’
I tried not to feel churlish, and glanced over, and my heart tripped. His hair was wild and messy. Skin gleaming with perspiration. The scent of sex and arousal made the air heavy and sultry. He was so freaking sexy that he should come with a health warning.
He opened his eyes and turned his head, but I didn’t move quick enough to hide that I’d been staring at him. I was completely unprepared for that piercing blue gaze.
I’d never experienced a sexual encounter like this. I was used to guys who were sweet but ultimately a bit clueless and not half as skilled in bed. Liam was so far out of their league it was daunting. Usually I felt in control...and right now I felt anything but. Exposed.
I forced what I hoped was a satisfied-looking smile. ‘That was pretty amazing.’
Liam’s eyes glinted with some expression, and out of nowhere a frisson of trepidation slid up my spine. He turned toward me and raised himself up on one arm, resting his head on a hand. That broad chest taking up most of my peripheral vision. Instinctively I pulled a sheet against my body, as if to hide.
‘Really?’ he drawled, still slightly out of breath, ‘You could have fooled me, in fact you almost did. I’m not so arrogant to think I can make a woman come every time, but that’s definitely the most convincing fake orgasm I’ve ever witnessed.’
It took a second for his words to sink in. And when they did, the smile slid off my face and I felt cold. No guy had ever called me on my vast repertoire of fake orgasms before. I garbled something indistinct and moved off the bed, grabbing a T-shirt from my open suitcase, which was