I run the tip of my tongue along her collarbone, and her hands find their way to my hair. Her fingers grip my hair, encouraging me, kneading the back of my head as I continue moving lower. I stop, for a moment, just to look up at her. She's biting her lip and watching me, a conflicted look on her beautiful face. I can see the war raging within her – her passion and desire versus her reserved nature.
I can tell that she's not a woman who does things like this. She's not a woman who gives her body to anybody without care. She's not a woman who believes in one-night stands. But, she's also a woman with needs and desires of her own.
“I shouldn't,” she says, her voice breathy and lacking conviction.
“I only want to please you, Paige,” I say. “I only want to make you feel good. To make you come.”
“But why?” she whispers, her eyes fixed on me. “Why would you do that?”
“Why not?”
I can see her nipples pressing against her shirt. I reach up and cup one of her breasts, circling her stiff nipple with my thumb before giving it a gentle pinch. She groans as her eyes flutter open and shut. She bites her bottom lip again, a soft murmur escaping her lips as I kiss her neck, my hands still caressing her full breasts.
Everything about her is new to me, and I want to explore every inch of her body. I want to discover what makes her tick, what makes her feel good. Brittany, while adventurous, had her own preferences that I'd learned over the years. Certain spots I could lick or touch to get her going, other spots that would bring her to orgasm faster than a speeding bullet.
I learned everything about her and over the years, her body became familiar – the way she felt, the way she smelled, and the way she tasted. I knew it all.
But, Paige is new territory. Exciting and new. And I find that I can't wait to discover her. To explore her.
To conquer her.
Chapter Fifteen
Paige
“We probably shouldn't –” I mutter.
I don't think Liam hears me, though. Either that, or he just doesn't care. He pushes me to a sitting position on the stool behind the counter. With a firm hand, Liam parts my thighs and steps between them. Leaning down, he kisses me as he presses himself against me, his long, hard erection rubbing against my stomach. I can tell he's ready, and God, I find myself going weak in the knees just thinking about fucking him.
Desire, need, and want, rise up within me like an erotic tide. As I revel in the feeling of his hands on my body, his kisses upon my flesh, I find myself growing hot. My pussy growing slicker and wetter with each passing second.
It's just sex, I tell myself. Skyler would tell me to relax and go for it. To enjoy it. To enjoy myself, to enjoy Liam's body, and live life a little. But I've never been the type who engages in casual sex. It's just never been my style. And even though I'm tempted beyond belief, I'm not sure now is the time to start.
But his mouth feels so good upon my skin. I can't recall the last time a man has kissed me like this, and my body aches with a need I've been denying it for so long. The fire between my thighs is burning white-hot and I know that my panties must be soaked through.
Still, we're in my shop, the door is open – anyone can walk in at any time. I need to put a stop to things because the last thing I need is for somebody to walk in and catch us in the act. I stare down at Liam just as he drops to his knees in front of me.
“Oh God, we're really going to do this, aren't we?” I whimper.
“Yes, Paige,” Liam says, his voice husky and low. “Yes, we are.”
I should put a stop to this. My mind is screaming at me to stop. But, my body isn't listening, and I feel powerless to do anything about it. It's like I'm not in control of my own body. I try to will myself to move, to make him stop, but my limbs don't obey my commands.
Biting my lip, I glance around the shop. I can't see the door from where I am, but at least I know I'll hear the bell if somebody comes in. Because I seem powerless to move. I am at the mercy of the man kneeling before me. I gasp as Liam's strong hands slide up my thighs and slip beneath my skirt. He touches the warm, wet center of me through my panties, and then in one powerful, swift motion, he pulls my panties down my legs.
He has a devilish grin on his face as he peers up at me and I can see the lust burning brightly in his eyes. The way he looks at me sends shockwaves of electricity pulsing through my body. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. Like I'm the only woman in the world. I've never had a man look at me the way he is and it's driving me wild.
I need to stop this, I tell myself for the thousandth time. And for the thousandth time, my body flat-out ignores me. It refuses to move, to allow me to stop something I know I need to. What will people think if they walked in on us? The last thing I want to be is fodder for town gossip. The last thing I want is a reputation as the bookstore whore.
But before I can question myself too much further – or actually put a stop to this – Liam hikes my skirt up around my waist and his mouth finds my clit.
“Oh God,” I cry out as a powerful wave of pleasure washing over me.
I lean back against the counter as my vision wavers and the room around me feels like its spinning. I moan softly and pull his hair nice and hard as Liam continues going to town on my clit. His tongue is so gentle as he circles it as if he's testing the waters, experimenting, trying to see what I like. The sounds coming from my mouth apparently tells him what he needs to know because he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My entire lower body tightens up, spasms, and my pussy cries out for something, anything, to fill me. As he sucks on my clit, harder and faster, it feels like tendrils of fire are crawling along my skin. My body is screaming out, desperate to have him inside of me. But, I retain enough sense in my mind to know there's no way I'm going to let us fuck. I can't let things go that far. I can't let my guard down that much. Not here. Not now. Maybe not ever.
As much as I want to, as loud as my body is crying out for release, I can't let myself do it. I don't know yet, how I'm going to stop it, but I know I just can't.
As if Liam can read my mind, he slips a finger into my dripping wet opening, moving in and out of me as he continues sucking my clit. I stare down at him, my hands entangled in his hair. He's so sexy, I still can’t believe my eyes, and he glances up at me – those deep orbs of cornflower blue drinking me in. He's reacting to every movement of my body and watching every expression on my face – wanting to see the pleasure written on it. The pleasure he's bringing me.
Never before have I been with a man who has devoted so much care to oral sex. Who has spent so much energy simply trying to please me. Most of the men I've been with have been selfish lovers. They seem to view sex as a means to an end, not taking their time, not caring to satisfy me. Most of the men I've been with – the scant few, really – seemed to only care about getting themselves off. My pleasure was always an afterthought to them.
But Liam is genuinely enjoying it, I can tell. He takes his time and seems to love pleasuring me. He slips two fingers into my pussy, making me cry out. My voice echoes around the shop and I throw my head back, banging into the bookcase behind me.
There's a loud clatter and crash behind us as the books on the shelf I bumped tumble to the ground. Liam looks at me and we both pause for a moment, staring into one another's eyes. The silence ends when we both erupt in laughter.
“That’s not something you normally see in the movies,” he says.
I bite my bottom lip and shake my head, unable to speak, as the deep timbre of his voice vibrates my clit, sending short, sharp, shocks of pleasure through my body. The absurdity of the moment passes and our laughter fades quickly. All I care about is having Liam's mouth on the most sensitive parts of me again. All I want is to feel his tongue and fingers deep within me.