Liam stroked my hair, murmuring into my ear, “Why don’t you try to sleep again, okay? I’ll keep the bad thoughts and dreams away.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Maybe
it was his hazy half-awake state, or that our walls were finally coming down. I felt his lips press against the side of my neck, sending a deep shudder through every inch of my body. “Girls as pretty as you should never be so sad,” he mumbled. Then it sounded like he’d fallen asleep again, rocking me for a moment before becoming still.
The sound of his breathing was so peaceful. His chest moved gently against my back like ocean waves, and lulled me into a stupor. I wasn’t quite asleep, but I was so relaxed it didn’t matter.
Then my consciousness came roaring back as I realized how incredibly aroused I was. So much of his skin pressed against mine. The possessive way he was holding me. The backs of my thighs grazing his legs.
He was so strong, but so gentle. The thought of making love with him filled me with a deep, soft ache in my core. I felt my inner thighs tighten from the thought of it.
His bottom arm was curled under me like a pillow, bent so that his palm cupped the top of my head. But as I squirmed slightly, trying not to press my body against his so much, he shifted. His hand fell, tucking in to pull me tighter against him, his palm against the center of my chest.
I was flooded with so much desire I could barely breathe. Liam’s top hand was on my hip, holding me so that I couldn’t roll off the couch. I felt my hips rocking slightly, pressing back against him, unable to help myself.
I’d always wanted to be with a man who made me lose control a little, but now was not the time. I knew that I should get up and go back to bed before I threw myself at him.
It was bad enough that my little tank top had hitched up. His hand was inches from my panties, that were now feeling hot and wet, clinging to my skin. I could barely catch my breath, and my shoulders pressed back against Liam’s broad chest.
Suddenly I realized that his breathing wasn’t soft and relaxed anymore. He was awake. I didn’t know whether to die of embarrassment or beg him to… I didn’t even know what I wanted.
“Kayla?” he breathed against my ear. A shudder of arousal twitched through me, and there was no way on earth he didn’t feel it. “You’re not sleeping, are you?”
“No.”
His hand slid down my hip a little as if he were subtly trying to push me away from the pressure that was clearly rising between us. Knowing that I was turning him on sent another wave of raw lust through me. I was torn, not knowing what to do.
“You know we shouldn’t,” he murmured. His mouth hovering at my ear, brushing his bottom lip against the outer shell, sent a different message. It felt like his hands were frozen, afraid to move as he realized how he was holding me.
“I”m sorry,” I started to say, instinctively rolling to face him. His hand was so tense that as I rolled, it stayed in the same spot, skimming across my hip bone and landing at the gusset of my panties. I gasped, immediately needing him to touch me more than I needed air.
I felt him completely freeze. “You know that was an accident, right?” he murmured. I nodded, my forehead almost to his. Then I felt a deep shudder run through him as his fingers twitched slightly.
“Christ, you’re drenched,” he growled softly, feeling the wet, silky fabric between my legs. “Tell me to stop, Kayla,” he breathed.
“No.”
His fingers brushed slowly along my panties, pressing the material against my pussy lips, spreading me open.
“Kayla, tell me to stop.”
“I can’t. I need…” I had no idea what I was even saying. My heart was rattling in my chest.
Liam’s voice was husky. “Are you saying that there’s something you need, and you need your caregiver to take care of you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, not even ashamed that it sounded like begging.
His hand slid away, and I could have cried, but he hitched up my top more, before plunging his fingers into my panties.
“Mmm, yes…” I moaned, my hips instantly rocking me into his hand.
His thick fingertip circled my entrance. “Is all this honey for me?” he murmured, swirling through my juices, against my most sensitive skin.
“I can’t help it.”
“You know how wrong this is, baby.”