“Yes,” I said softly.
“I honestly don’t know if I can be gentle with you where you really need me to be. Please leave.”
I paused. I knew that I needed him. I knew that he’d never really hurt me. But here he was begging me to run because he couldn’t control his urges around me?
That was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
All of my life I’d had wild fantasies of a beast of a man taking me hard. The sort of fantasies that one is ashamed of in the light of day. But if the beast were actually a sweet guy who was in love with me... I knew he was. I knew that pushing me away was hurting him. And I couldn’t stand it any more.
I stood up, and he relaxed a bit, likely thinking that I was leaving. Instead, I straddled him, sitting on his lap quickly and winding my arms around his neck.
My lips brushed his and I felt his immediate response pressing between my legs. His big hands gripped my ass, moving me against him as he kissed me hard and deep.
A shudder ran through him, then his eyes opened, staring into mine. He ground against me roughly, as a near growl rumbled through him. “I’ve never needed to fuck someone in public before. So take me to your place right now, or this is happening.”
Liam’s voice was razor blades and gravel. His breath was raspy. He was so intense that my insides were quivering, and I could feel my body becoming more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. My nipples were tight and my thighs were twitching. My breath felt unsteady as I fully realized what was about to happen.
Standing up, I took his hand and we began quickly walking to my place.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
* Liam *
The few blocks to Kayla’s apartment was the longest walk of my life, even though it only took a few minutes. In the elevator, I pulled her against me, grabbing her ass hard. “I’m telling you one more time that this is wrong.”
“And I’m telling you one more time that if we both want something, it’s right.”
She pulled me into her apartment, locking the door behind us and kicking off her shoes. I followed suit, then stared at her, frozen.
Her quirky grin relaxed me slightly as she took my hand, heading straight to the bedroom. She spun toward me, then gripped the bottom of my t-shirt. Pulling it up slowly, she trailed her fingers along every muscle as she yanked it over my head in slow motion.
“Good grief,” she muttered, then I felt the softness of her lips and fingertips skimming across my chest.
My hands were already unzipping her dress, caressing her perfect skin. Kayla stepped back so that I could pull her dress off. As I saw her standing before me in her soft pink bra and panties, my body forgot how to breathe.
Reaching out to her, both of us trembling, I grabbed her hot round ass and the back of her shoulders. Pulling her lips to mine, we began to devour each other. I knew in time our kisses would be delicate and sweet, but we were so riled up that our heat and impatience couldn’t be contained.
Her hands fell to my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my hips. Then she pulled off my shorts. I moaned as her little fingers followed the line of my shaft as it stood at attention for her. Her soft whimper against my lips made me grind against her roughly.
Picking her up and tossing her on the bed, I practically tore off her panties, then began kissing from her knee, slowly along her inner thigh.
“Stop.”
My head jerked up, staring wildly at her.
She sat up, flashing me the saucy a little grin as she unhooked her bra and threw it across the room.
“Lie on your back,” she ordered.
I reached out to stroke her glorious breasts for a moment. Then I obeyed, lying back as my entire body vibrated from the need to take her immediately.
“Listen,” she said softly, “I know you’re all jittery, and I’ve never done this before, but let me take the edge off for you first, okay?”
She kissed me slowly, a butterfly soft caress of her lips against mine, and I could feel her smiling. “You took care of me for a whole week,” she said. “Let me take care of you, Liam.”
Her lips began to trace a line of kisses down my throat, down my chest, and across my stomach to meet her hand as it carefully stroked my twitching cock.
I yanked a pillow under my head, wanting to watch.