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sp; His other hand caught some of my hair and wound it round his fingers before gently tugging my head back, deepening the kiss, his arm drawing me even closer. I moaned, or he moaned. I wasn’t capable of being rational anymore. After that first night I never thought I’d see him again, and to be here now...was heady.
‘Clothes,’ he muttered roughly, tearing his mouth off mine. ‘Too many clothes.’
We broke apart, already both breathing heavily. Liam ripped his T-shirt off over his head and I couldn’t take my eyes off his chest. If I wasn’t careful, I might just start drooling. In a bid to try to affect a nonchalance that I didn’t feel, I backed away toward the bedroom, pulling my T-shirt off, too, as I went.
At the door I turned around and undid my bra, slipping it off and down my arms, till it fell to the ground. I could feel that blue gaze boring into me. I heard movement and a muffled curse behind me, as if Liam had got caught in his jeans.
I looked back over my shoulder, covering my breasts with my arms. Liam’s hands were on his snug briefs. Very snug. Little sparks skated all over my skin. I was playing with a master here as I watched him slowly pull them down, freeing his dick in the process.
I’d seen that stiff column of flesh a couple of times now. I’d had it in my mouth. I knew what it tasted like. Anticipation made my belly tight.
I watched as he bent down to retrieve something out of the pocket of his jeans, a fistful of condoms. For the first time I felt a sliver of trepidation. I couldn’t fake it again. He’d know. So how was this going to—
He walked toward me, eyes on mine.
‘Get onto the bed, Caitlin.’
My eyes clashed with his. Widened. My arms tightened across my breasts. Liam’s gaze narrowed, became assessing. Too assessing. But I couldn’t move.
‘You like that, don’t you?’
I felt shamed. Could he see inside my head? To where I entertained those lustful thoughts when he spoke that way? I shook my head, feeling guilty as sin. ‘I don’t know what you mean.’
He reached out and trailed a finger along my jaw, making my skin prickle and tighten with anticipation.
‘When I order you to do something...you like it.’
I shook my head, feeling slightly drugged because his finger was moving down now, over the line of my shoulder. And he was moving closer, undoing my arms. My voice sounded breathless. ‘I don’t....haven’t noticed...before.’
He stepped close and took my arms in his hands. I was still in my jeans. It was hard not to look down and take in his cock. I wanted to touch it, taste it.
‘Do you want to play a little?’
His voice sounded rough. A definite frisson of illicit excitement curled through me. But I also felt out of my depth. My very vanilla sex life had not prepared me for playing. Actually vanilla was too advanced—it was still in the pre-vanilla phase.
‘I’m...not sure?’ I said hopefully.
He looked at me. ‘Do you trust me?’
I was drowning in his eyes. So blue they hurt. And the assertion settled into my gut surprising me with its strength. I nodded. ‘Yes, I trust you.’
Then he said, ‘Get on the bed on all fours.’
Christ. I did like that. And between my legs liked it, too. When he took that tone, it made me feel as if I was being chastised for something and that was such an alien sensation it was like dynamite to my libido.
I couldn’t even begin to get my head around the psychological naunces of why this was, but right then I didn’t care.
Liam smiled. ‘And I want your ass bare and ready.’
My insides combusted. I backed away from him and he followed me in. He pointed at my jeans. ‘Take them off. And your panties.’
With none-too-steady hands, I undid my jeans and eased them down, emboldened by the way Liam’s eyes flared as he followed them down. I kicked them off and stood there. He looked at me.
‘Your panties, too, or are you deliberately trying to push me?’
I could feel slickness between my legs. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my underwear and pulled them down, where they joined my jeans. Now I was naked and every part of me tingled.