The soft moans she gave out as he moved from her mouth to her ears, her neck, were sweeter than music, signaling she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. As if overcome with fever, he kissed everywhere he could reach, claiming her with each touch, marking her as his alone.
Her breath racing now, Kate began to undo the buttons of her white work blouse, and when she began to flounder with the task amidst his kisses, Liam helped by tearing the blouse open, the tiny buttons clinking on the floor in a miniature cascade, revealing a white lace garment.
Tantalized by the soft swells of her breasts beneath the contraption, he reached beneath the lace and squeezed them both, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Kate let out a startled gasp of excitement, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him even closer, rubbing against him.
He pushed the bra lower, and her breasts spilled out of the fabric, smooth and perfect, and he immediately lowered himself and kissed both, first lightly, then more firmly, lightly grazing one small, firm nipple after the other.
Liam could hardly comprehend that a simple job to fix someone’s yard had come to this, being here with his mate, doing one of the many million things he could wish to do to her. But fate just worked like that sometimes.
He just had to make sure he could keep her from here on out.
As he continued to work on her breasts, Kate’s cries of pleasure letting him know exactly how much she wanted and where, he hiked her knee-length pencil skirt up to her hips, giving him a glimpse of her white underwear.
Without waiting, he rubbed a finger up her center, and she clenched tightly onto him from the force of the arousal. But he didn’t let up, holding her close with one hand while the other did small strokes against her over the soft material, feeling the tiny nub that made her wild with want for more.
Soon enough, she began to thrust her hips into his finger, wanting the sensation to come harder and faster, moaning in between breaths as she moved closer to completion. And adding to it all, he continued to kiss at her neck, her cheek, his lips brushing over her as tried to hold on amidst all the sensations.
And then she came, her legs holding his hips tightly as her neck arched and she cried out in pleasure and release. Liam flicked his finger twice more along her, pushing her even deeper into the orgasm as her nails dug into his back, her hair coming mostly loose from its ponytail and strands curling around her face.
It was only the first of what Liam could only hope was a limitless number of orgasms he hoped to give her in their future together.
But maybe that was being too hasty. For now, he just savored the feel of her body against him, her long, rushed breaths as she came back down to earth from whatever heights she had been caught up in a moment ago.
He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted her to relish it, enjoy it so much she’d never stop wanting more from him.
She looked so perfect, and he was standing here sweaty, covered in dirt, and wanted to be clean before they went any further.
He picked her up off the table and headed for the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asked, her words nearly breathless.
“I have an idea.”
8
Kate held on tight as Liam carried her up the narrow stairs of her home. But despite his size, he moved with surprising grace and swiftness, and she felt light in his arms, almost floating.
What he’d been doing a second ago had been so erotic she hadn’t wanted to stop.
There was just something so magnetic about him, so raw, she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him even if she tried.
They stopped abruptly as Liam reached the top of the stairs, and he looked both directions in consternation.
“Which way?” he muttered, appearing lost despite the fact that her house was so small.
Kate just pointed in the direction of her bedroom, feeling a rush of excitement as he turned and headed for the door.
“Good,” he said.
The excitement grew to a fever pitch as he opened the door and approached the bed.
Her heart sped up, hammering, as she realized this was it. They were actually going to do it.
But to her shock, he passed the bed entirely and went for the bathroom instead.
Why?
As he went inside, Kate quickly surveyed to make sure she hadn’t left anything embarrassing out. Thankfully, she was a tidy person by habit and sighed with relief when everything looked in order.
Then Liam stopped.
“A shower?” Kate asked, curious about the sudden turn of events from a moment ago.
“Yes. I’m in no condition to be making love to you like this,” he said, opening the glass shower door and turning the water on.
Kate felt her heart drop.
“That doesn’t mean you’re not coming with me, though,” he said into her ear, his lips tickling the skin there and sending a tiny shock down her spine.
At that, her body was back in the game again, ready for round two.
Liam put her down and pulled off her already sufficiently ruined blouse, and she quickly unhooked her bra, which he took off for her as well.
She was fumbling with the hook on her skirt when her legs almost gave out under her as his mouth covered one breast.
“At this rate, you’ll need to take me right here on the floor,” she said, holding back a moan as she let the skirt drop, then went on the attack, going for the thick leather belt at his waist.
Liam just chuckled, a low, smooth sound as he worked on the other breast, making it nearly impossible to think. Then finally, the belt came free and his pants dropped, revealing black boxer briefs that did little to hide just how much heat the “dragon” was packing.
She felt white-hot desire light inside her like a flame, and with a playful shove, she pushed Liam into the shower, which was already beginning to steam from the hot water. As if answering her own thoughts, he pulled off the last bit of clothing he wore and tossed it aside, giving her a perfect view of his perfect body.
Maybe it was just lust. Maybe it was going too long without being with someone. Maybe Liam really was just that hot. Whatever it was, Kate wasn’t going to stop herself from what she wanted, no matter how stupid it might be.
He grabbed a bottle of soap and studied it curiously.
“Let me,” she interrupted, coming into the shower and taking the bottle from him. Then she filled her hands with the white cream and rubbed it into a lather, running her hands along his shoulders and back, then down his front, along his pecs and abs.
Each muscle was so sculpted, a work of perfection. As if they’d been carved in stone or metal by a world-famous artist.
“You get all this just from work?” she said, caught up in a reverie of touch and sensation.
“My people… my family are all like this,” he said, correcting himself midsentence.
The thought of a place full of guys like Liam and the other men she’d encountered back at the mansion he called home was staggering. But right now, Liam was all the man she needed or wanted.