His voice was guttural now. ‘Bedroom?’
I looked up. ‘Behind me.’
He took my hand and led me in. The bed was a low double futon. I hoped he wouldn’t feel the need to study the photos of the world’s greatest feminists strung along a ribbon over my aunt’s bed. As it was, I could almost feel their eyes on me, watching me go up in flames for this man I’d just met.
But Liam wasn’t looking at anything but me. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me around. I felt him undo the clasp of my bra and then he was tugging it down, where it fell to the floor in front of me.
He stepped up right behind me and put his arms around me, hands coming up to cup my bare breasts. I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut. This was so...exquisite. His hands were huge, and the calluses made my nipples pucker into hard buds.
He was pinching them now, and my fingers curled tight into my palms. His breath was hot against my neck as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, and meanwhile his hands and fingers were making my breasts swell and ache.
One of his hands skimmed down over my belly and I felt it quiver with anticipation. With a skill I might have been suspicious of if I’d had half a working brain cell left, he opened my jeans one-handed and lowered the zip, coming tantalizingly close to where all my nerve endings were on their knees panting and begging for his touch.
Reading my mind, his hand delved down the front of my knickers. My legs were widening of their own volition, silently urging him on. Tart. I blocked out the voice that sounded suspiciously like the head nun’s of my old school.
I almost sobbed when I felt his fingers there, sliding down the seam of my body where I was so swollen and slick for him, releasing my wetness. His other arm was across my chest, holding me fast, a hand on my breast, fingers trapping a nipple, squeezing gently. I couldn’t seem to drag enough air into my lungs. His hand moved deeper between my legs now.
It was so erotic; his arms holding me captive, the constraint of my jeans, the friction of the material. Not seeing his face made it all too reminiscent of my dream. Feeling his erection insistent against my back...Jesus. This was it. I could feel my body tightening with anticipation.
I had nothing to hold on to. My legs were trembling and then he thrust two fingers deep into my drenched pussy. I arched my back in reaction, letting out a groan that was feral. He lifted my arm to hook it around his neck, and I clung on for dear life, my fingers locked in his hair.
It opened me up to him even more. With my arm around his neck, his mouth was close enough to one breast to clamp around a nipple and suck roughly. And then any vague ability I had to be mentally coherent left me completely.
Chapter Four
Liam’s fingers were buried in tight slick wet heat. His brain was an inferno of need and urgency. He had to take his mouth off the hard bud of Caitlin’s nipple and draw in a deep shaky breath. This was ridiculous. He hadn’t been so out of control of his own body since he’d come in his pants when Stacy Delacruz had let him feel her boobs behind the bike shed in seventh grade.
Caitlin was arched against him, pressing those curvy buttocks back against his aching hard-on.
‘Don’t stop. Please.’ She sounded guttural. Desperate.
Liam huffed a tortured laugh. ‘Sweetheart, if I don’t put the brakes on right now, this will all be over before I take my pants off.’
Caitlin’s breathing was ragged. And just the sight of her plump, firm breasts moving up and down almost pushed him over the edge. Biting off a curse, Liam took his hand from between her legs, earning himself a muffled echo of the disappointment he felt in his own body.
He straightened up and turned Caitlin to face him. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were huge and glittering like dark crushed velvet. Nipples wet from his mouth.
And just like that, urgency throbbed into his blood again. ‘Where’s the protection?’
‘Bathroom cabinet, above the sink.’
Liam backed away slowly; it was the hardest thing in the world and not just because of the size of his erection. ‘Take off your jeans,’ he commanded throatily, watching for a second until he saw Caitlin start to slide her jeans down her slim legs..
Before he could explode completely, he retrieved a condom, grabbing another at the last second. If he’d been more clear-headed at that moment, the assertion that one time with this woman would not be enough might have caused him to stop for a second, but he was too far gone.
When he came back out, he s
topped dead in his tracks. She wore small white panties, complete with blue flowers. He’d never seen anything so sweetly virginal. And then his gaze raked upward over her flat belly, the inward curve of her waist and up to her bare breasts, that tumbling russet hair and a mouth swollen and pouting from his kisses.
Her panties might be virginal but she wasn’t. And the juxtaposition was hot. Hotter than any of the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen on a woman.
With hands that shook slightly, Liam tore open his own jeans and pulled them down, taking his underwear with them. His erection was freed, and when he saw Caitlin’s eyes drop and widen he felt a surge of male pride. He kicked off his clothes and looked down to see a drop of pre-come beading at the tip and winced at how close he was to spilling.
Pushing down the almost animalistic urge to force Caitlin to all fours, rip off her panties with his bare hands and grab a hold of her hips so that he could slam into her so deep and hard that he’d find instant gratification, Liam found a sliver of control from some deep recess he’d never had to explore before and said, ‘Lie down.’
His voice came out sterner than he’d intended. Stern with the control he was barely clinging to. He wasn’t unaware of the way her eyes got even wider and met his, a slash of dark colour on her cheeks. She liked that tone of voice? Being told what to do?
That realization brought up all sorts of tangled dark memories for Liam and he forced them down. Not now. Even though he couldn’t deny a frisson of illicit excitement that made his blood jump. What would it be like to be...the dominant one? Instead of the submissive?