When he reached up to pinch a nipple, a violent orgasm ripped through me. And just when I thought it was over, Liam’s fingers were replaced by his tongue and I looked down to see him staring at me with those searing blue eyes as he took the essence of my climax into his mouth. And then I came again, in a dizzying sweeping rush, hips bucking uncontrollably.
My standing leg gave way, my other leg fell off Liam’s shoulder and I slid down the wall, Liam catching me into his chest, where everything went fuzzy.
* * *
Liam looked at the prone figure on the bed and felt tense. He should be feeling sated. At ease. Relishing the thought of walking away. This was only meant to be a weekend of sex, to scratch an itch.
But it felt as if he’d barely scratched the surface. Caitlin was breathing slow and even and deep. And he wasn’t surprised, he was gritty eyed himself from an overload of sexual pleasure. It had been forty-eight hours of pure sin and decadence. Stopping only to eat and sleep. They hadn’t been outside the door since he’d taken her to the rooftop of the old hotel on Saturday evening.
With this woman...he climaxed...looked at her and got hard again. Like an out-of-control teenager. He’d spanked her. He’d been with plenty of lovers since Julie who had asked him to do similar things...but dominating them hadn’t appealed to him.
But somehow with Caitlin, it had been liberating...and playful in a way it never had with Julie.
The sheet covered the lower half of her body, but her upper body was tantalizingly exposed, arms raised by her head, the swells of those plump breasts just visible. That glorious russet hair spread around her head, glinting in the dawn light.
He forced himself to move and not do what he wanted to do, which was to strip off and wake her with a long deep kiss and slide into that slick tightness again. Make her come again. He’d never forget those shocked sounds she’d made after he’d made her come the first time. The way she’d looked in the shower when he’d tasted her very essence.
He bent down and kissed her, on the cheek. The chaste kiss made his chest tight. She murmured something indistinct.
‘I have to go,’ Liam forced out.
‘No.’
The tightness intensified. He told himself it was from lack of eating properly for two days. Dark eyelashes fluttered. A glimpse of those brown depths. Dark and mysterious.
‘Don’t go.’ She turned over and reached for him and pulled his face down, finding his mouth, pressing her sweet soft one to his. Not so sweet when he recalled how it looked around his dick.
Liam jerked back, control slipping out of his grasp. And quite frankly, annoying the crap out of him.
‘I have to go.’ It came out more curtly than he’d intended and he cursed inwardly when he saw Caitlin’s eyes widen. Awake now. Guarded.
‘What time is it?’
She sounded husky. Sexy.
‘After six. I have an order arriving in an hour, I need to get back and shower...change.’
Caitlin sat up, hair tumbling around slim shoulders. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself. It made Liam want to snatch it back. He stood up.
‘Wait, I’ll see you out.’
‘No, stay there, get some sleep. You’re working later.’
‘So are you,’ Caitlin pointed out, already scrabbling for clothes.
Liam walked out to the main living area and willed his body to calm down. Fuck’s sake, what was wrong with him? He’d become a walking woody.
He’d just picked up his bag when he heard a sound and looked around to see Caitlin framed in the doorway. A large T-shirt drifting to the tops of her thighs, thighs he could remember clamped around his hips short hours before as he’d surged into her again and again.
Fuck. That was the last image he needed right now.
Her voice was still sleep rough and hesitant. ‘I had a really nice time this weekend.’
Something dark inside Liam reacted to her words. It compelled him to move across the room to her and force words out past the constriction in his chest.
‘Caitlin...the weekend. It’s over. Let’s not complicate things by thinking it can be anything more.’
* * *