“I need to make coffee.”
Lee’s arm went away, but the weight of his body was enough to keep me where I was. He slid further onto me, bent and I felt his lips touch my shoulder at the same time I felt his hand travel up the side of the thigh of my crooked leg, stopping at my hip.
“You can have coffee after,” he said in my ear.
Every muscle in my body tensed even as my stomach melted.
“After what?”
His hand moved forward from my hip and his fingers traced the waistband of my underwear just below my navel.
“This is gonna happen,” he said and I didn’t need him to explain what “this” meant. Then he said, “Now.”
Holy shit.
Belatedly I felt the evidence of his determination against my behind and my heart started racing.
Since I knew that such a thing as sex existed, I wanted to do it with Lee.
Now, faced with the imminent act, I was terrified.
“I have a hangover,” I tried.
Lee’s lips were at my neck, either he didn’t hear me or he didn’t believe me and thought my lie unworthy of a response.
He pressed his hips into my ass as his hand slid up my belly and I felt tingles shoot down my legs.
Holy, holy, shit, shit, shit.
I sank my teeth into my lip to stop from groaning as pure electricity raced from everywhere in my body, with pinpoint accuracy, straight between my legs.
I tried again.
“I have a headache.”
His hand went up my shirt and stopped just under my breast, his knuckles brushing along the swell of the underside.
“Probably tension, don’t worry, I know how to ease tension.”
I bet he did.
I gave it one last shot.
“My face hurts.”
I felt his tongue right behind my ear before he said, “I can take your mind off that.”
“Lee –”
His hand splayed on my midriff and his weight and thigh went away. He pushed me on my back and leaned over me.
“Give me one good reason not to do this,” he demanded, looking me straight in the eye.
His hair was sexy wild again. His face was both soft and hard. Soft with whatever-it-was I’d seen the last couple of days whenever he looked at me, hard with determination and desire.
In the face of that, without my morning coffee, I had difficulty answering.
“That’s what I thought.” His head started to come down when the phone rang.
“Are you gonna answer that?” I asked against his lips, his arms were going around me, pulling me to him.
“Fuck no.”
He kissed me and I melted into him, immediately, happily, the fight simply just went out of me. He was that fine of a kisser.
So be it, I was finally going to make love with Liam Nightingale.
My whole body rejoiced.
He fell to his back and pulled me over him, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight.
The phone rang again and then something clattered on the night table but he ignored them as he dragged his lips along my jaw to my ear.
I shivered.
One of his hands slid over my ass while the other one held tight at my waist.
“I love your ass,” he murmured in my ear. “I’ve always loved your ass.”
His words shivered through me. I had no idea he loved my ass, the very thought thrilled me to the core, so much so, I kissed him for all I was worth.
I heard him groan under my kiss and that thrilled me too.
The phone was ringing again and the thing on the night table vibrated and clattered. Lee’s hand was in my underwear and my hand was at his belly, exploring his washboard abs on a downward descent.
Then the door buzzer went, three quick buzzes and then a longer one.
Lee’s hand stilled.
“Fuck!” he clipped from behind clenched teeth.
“What?”
He flipped me on my back as if I weighed no more than a sack of feathers and gave me a quick kiss.
“Don’t fucking move,” he warned and angled out of bed.
He grabbed a pair of jeans before he walked to the door and I watched him go, frozen solid and fascinated by my first, unadulterated view of his perfect, naked body including the particularly generous gift with which God had chosen fit to endow him.
At the sight and the realization that I was sleeping next to a naked Liam Nightingale, I’m not embarrassed to admit, I think I had a mini-orgasm.
I heard voices, tried to get my body back under my control (and failed) but then in mere moments, Lee came back into the room.
He walked straight to the bed and hauled me out. I slammed against him and he kissed me, hard and deep, but unfortunately not long.
“I have to go,” he told me.
I wanted to scream, “No!” I was beginning to get seriously hot and bothered, he’d just admitted he loved my ass and always had, and I wanted to explore his God-given talents.
Instead, I just kept holding on to his shoulders because that was all I was capable of doing after his kiss.
He smiled.
Damn the man.
“I’ll pick you up at Fortnum’s as soon as I can. Promise me in the meantime you won’t get into trouble.”
I nodded my head.
He stared at me a second, then sighed.
“You’re lying.”