Liam’s eyes didn’t move from mine as he bent slightly, grabbing the hem of his briefs, and then with a swift pull, they were at his ankles. He stepped out, and I didn’t have to look down to see the length that sprang free.
I swallowed.
His eyes searched mine before he turned, stepping into the shower and giving me privacy to strip off my panties. Alarms rang in my ears as I did, but I didn’t stop to listen to them. I ignored every part of my body and brain that wanted me to resist, and completely surrendered to the adrenaline running through my veins.
When I was nude, I stepped into the shower with Liam. The warm water sprayed overhead, soaking my hair and falling in rivulets down the length of me. Liam swallowed at the sight, and finally, I let my eyes drop to take in the full view of him, too.
His body was lean and toned, his abdomen lined with ridges and valleys that the water cascaded over like it was its natural habitat. Dark hair curled on his chest and ran along the center of his abs, trailing all the way down between his legs. My eyes caught on the veins lining his arms, the deep V where his lower abdomen met his thighs, the soft, dark hair that dusted his pelvis, and finally, on his hard, wet member.
My next exhale shook through my chest, and I ripped my gaze up to find him staring at me, his breathing just as shallow as mine.
Liam stepped closer to me, until we were both under the showerhead, and his hands reached out ever so slowly until his fingertips grazed my hips.
I shuddered at the touch, a foreign wave of lust washing over me. I’d only been intimate with one other man in my life, a boy I dated for a year in undergrad, and he had been just as clumsy and inexperienced as I was.
But the way Liam held me, the way he stared down at me over the bridge of his nose like he was a hungry beast, and I was his next meal, made me tremble with a mixture of want and fear.
“Harley?”
“Yes?” I whispered.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Liam smirked, and I almost shied away from embarrassment, but he tilted my chin until I had no choice but to look into his eyes. Those dark embers stared into the very depths of me; then, his gaze fell to my lips, and on the next exhale, he closed the gap between us.
My eyelids fluttered shut at the touch, at the feel of his warm, wet, soft lips meeting mine. Chills ripped through me, all the way down to my toes, so fierce I would have sworn that the water ran cold the moment Liam touched me.
He kissed me soft at first, hesitant, as if he was waiting for me to pull away. When I didn’t, he wrapped his arms fully around me, crushing me to his wet, naked body as he applied more pressure. His mouth pressed hard into mine until I gasped for air, and when I did, he snaked his tongue inside my mouth, stealing my next breath altogether.
I felt his hard-on against my abdomen, the length of him spanning from my hips to above my belly button. The longer we kissed, the more it flexed against me, and the more I pulsed for him just the same.
I was dizzy when he pulled back, my eyelids heavy as I strained them open to find him smiling at me under the showerhead.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” I asked on a ragged breath.
“Letting me kiss you.”
I flushed, looking at the water falling between us until Liam’s fingertips traced a trail down my arm to grab my right hand. I swallowed, watching as he ran a line from my thumb to my pinky, and then he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to every single finger.
Even the ones not fully developed.
I tried to swallow but found it impossible past the lump in my throat, and when Liam’s eyes met mine again, he offered a small smile. “And thank you for letting me crash your night.”
Much to my dismay, he released his hold on me after that, reaching for the bottle of body wash behind me and squeezing a healthy amount into his palm. He handed the bottle to me next, and then we silently washed ourselves, sharing a playful smile now and then until the water ran cold just as I assumed it would.
We toweled off, and Liam got dressed again in the same clothes he’d worn all night, while I slipped into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts.
“I’m so tired, I feel half-dead,” I said when we were standing in my room, Liam scrubbing his hair with the towel.