“For not finishing what we started last night.”
Her lower lip trembled, but her eyes never wavered from his stare.
“You…you won’t regret it?”
He pulled again with his hand, very gently, until she backed against the length of his body. She could feel him perfectly through the thin fabrics covering their nakedness. He lowered his head so that his breath tickled her exposed ear when he spoke.
“I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t.” His eyes found hers in the mirror again, hot and entreating. “Tell me you trust me. I need to hear it.”
“I trust you,” she replied without hesitation.
“I might be acting selfishly.”
“If you are, so am I, because I want you so much it hurts,” she whispered.
He released her hair and turned her, his arms surrounding her. He claimed her with his kiss…ravaged her…cherished her.
He did all of that and more, and Natalie reciprocated with
her own brand of desire unleashed.
She moaned into his mouth when he placed his hands on her buttocks and lifted her, raising her to his kiss. Her legs encircled his hips, her heated blood and melting flesh making the intimate gesture seem as natural as breathing. She clung to his shoulders when he moved, their kiss continuing, their hunger mounting.
He took her to his room and laid her on the bed, sitting beside her. His mouth moved, detailing the line of her jaw, sipping at her parted lips. His long fingers gently caressed her neck and collarbone, creating an anguished sense of anticipation to build in her.
“Liam,” she murmured, longing roughening her voice. She encircled him with her arms, her fingers running over sleek, dense muscle gloved in thick skin. She pressed her palms flat against his lower back, one hand on either side of his spine, and slid her fingers beneath the elastic band of his pajama bottoms. He groaned at the caress and shifted his weight, coming down next to her on the mattress. It was the license she needed.
Her hands lowered. She held curving, dense muscle and molded it to her palms.
Liam made a strangled sound and his hand flew to the sash of her robe. He made short work of loosening it as he pressed quick, hot kisses to her neck and ear. His whiskers occasionally scraped her sensitive skin, making her shiver with pleasure, but his warm, gifted lips always followed to soothe her.
He lifted his head and watched himself part the fabric of her robe. She caught a glimpse of his rigid features before he lowered his head, pressing his mouth to her belly. She gasped, her hands flying to his head, her fingers twining in his thick, damp hair. His hands smoothed down the sides of her torso, pausing in the caress to lift her to his mouth. His head moved. He covered her belly and ribs with burning kisses and small, tender bites that left her gasping and her flesh tingling.
Natalie felt herself melting into the mattress, melting beneath Liam’s stroking hands and hungry mouth. Her breasts thrust upward, her nipples pulling tight in pleasure. His hands shifted to her back and he raised her farther, her back arching off the bed. She cried out in pleasure when his mouth transferred to her breasts. Her sex clenched tight with rising need as he rained kisses over sensitive flesh and then slipped a nipple between his lips.
He drew on her so sweetly, Natalie’s plea was almost harsh.
He rose over her at the sound, a long leg covering one of hers, his ribs pressed against her own. He untied the drawstring of his pants. She could feel his lungs working as he panted nearly as rapidly as she did. She felt the remaining barrier of his thin pants fall away, and he reached for the bedside table and found a condom. Wariness flickered through her for a brief few seconds as he put it on, but then Liam lowered over her. He seized her mouth with his own, and smooth, warm, naked skin glided against her tingling flesh in a caress that struck her as divine.
Then she was kissing him back and her hands were worshipping him, her desire every bit as intense as his.
She felt him move, steely male strength against her female softness. He pressed against her and she felt a shock go through his body. She gritted her teeth against a stab of discomfort.
He lifted his head and she saw the look of anguished restraint on his face. She reached for him, tracing his smooth goatee with stroking fingers, wishing she could ease the agony so that only the pleasure remained. Her longing only increased when she realized he probably desired something similar for her.
“It’s okay, Liam. It’s okay,” she whispered.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words came. He flexed his hips, wincing before he dropped his head, bracing himself on his arms. Natalie remained frozen for a moment, trying to accustom herself to the sensation of being filled with Liam, of his flesh fusing with her own.
It was strange.
It was…amazing.
She became aware of his heaving ribs. He lay over her, his arm muscles bulging hard and tight as he held himself off her chest.
She began to burn where they were joined.
She shifted her hips, requiring friction to alleviate the pressure growing in her. Liam groaned gutturally and looked up. She licked her upper lip and tasted sweat.