The longer his gaze lingered, the harder it was to breathe. She cupped her breasts and held them out like an offering. “Don’t be polite.”
Liam groaned, his knuckles lifting to graze her nipples, his handsome face flushed with arousal. “Every time you get excited, they bounce, did you know that? You rock on the balls of your feet and they just…jiggle. I shouldn’t admit this, but every single time it happens, all I can picture is you riding my cock.”
He did? “You do?”
His smile was pained, but he kept stroking her flesh, making her tremble. “They’re my weakness. Some days I think I might do anything for the chance to suck on them until you’re begging to come. To claim them in every way possible.”
“How many ways are there?” She blushed as soon as she whispered the words, especially when he tilted his head back with an agonized groan.
“Fuck, Dani. What are you saying? Would I be the first to show you how sensitive they can be with the right kind of attention? The first to squeeze them around my cock? To fuck them?”
His voice was so low and guttural, she wasn’t sure he meant to ask that out loud. She’d never heard him talk like this before. She hadn’t known he could. It was insanely dirty. Unbelievably hot. She wanted to hear more. Wanted to feel everything he was describing.
“Do you want to taste them?”
He moaned again, meeting her gaze with dark, hungry blue eyes. “You’ll hate me in the morning.”
“I might not remember,” she offered helpfully. “But if I do, I’ll also remember asking you to do it, so I’ll only hate you if you say no.”
Liam removed his glassed without another word and lowered his head, his mouth latching on to her left nipple and sucking hard. She arched her back. “Oh God, Liam. Yes.”
He squeezed and massaged her other breast, lifting his hand to smack it lightly and she gasped when the sting made her clit throb in reaction. “Holy shit.”
He lifted his mouth. “You liked that.”
Yes. “I’m not sure.”
A sexy, hungry sound rumbled in his chest when he did it again, pinching her nipple, his hips jerking when she cried out in reaction. “I shouldn’t like that, should I?”
“Never say that to me.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Nothing you want is wrong.”
“Do you want it?”
“Can’t you tell?” He let her feel the press of his erection again and she moaned. “You’ve got me so hard I can’t see straight.”
She gripped him through his pants. Holy—“Wow.”
This was for her? Because of her?
Liam speared her curls with one hand, fingers clenching as he rocked into her fist. “Fuck, that feels too good, Dani. But we shouldn’t—”
“I thought we weren’t saying shouldn’t.” She wasn’t sure when this confident seductress had shown up, but she was going with it. She wanted to please him and wouldn’t mind restoring a little balance after their shower scene. It was only fair. “Let me.”
Not releasing her or breaking eye contact, Liam undid his pants and guided her hand inside his boxers so she could caress his hot, bare flesh. He shuddered. “Whatever you want.”
She started to explore, slipping her fingers around the broad head of his cock, stroking him to see what he liked, feeling him harden further in her hand. Liam watched her hotly, his muscles flexing as he struggled to hold himself still. He was doing that for her, she knew. Letting her take the lead.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispered, wishing he would kiss her again.
“You. Anything. Damn it, Dani, you’re touching me. I’ll take anything you’re willing to give.”
“Liam. I need you to…”
He narrowed his eyes and his fingers tugged lightly on her hair. He understood what she was asking for. “Tighter. Like you’re mad at it because it’s not where it’s supposed to be. Where it wants to be.”
She tightened her grip obediently, reveling in how thick and hot his shaft was, the way he shivered as she stroked him. “Where does it want to be?”
“Somewhere tight and sweet that I’ll have to work to get inside of, no matter how wet you are. So tight I’ll feel a little guilty for how hard and deep I get. How often I’ll need to come inside it.”
“Oh my God.”
Liam let go of her wrist and cupped her sex, groaning low. “I have to touch you, Dani. I see you needing and I have to fix it.”
“Yes.”
“Just once,” he muttered, his hand disappearing inside her waistband, tugging aside her cotton panties and finding her hot and ready. “Need this.”
His thick middle finger thrust up inside her and Dani cried out in stunned surprise. So good. Full. “Don’t stop,” She wanted him to come with her, she thought, her grip tightening as she stroked him in a matching rhythm.