Liam’s pupils dilated to twice their size as he grabbed my hand and led the way out of the restaurant. My stomach was flipping in circles with anticipation and trepidation, but the former won over my senses. My heart was thudding against my chest so hard I was afraid it would break free. I took a few calming breaths, telling myself that this was just sex, nothing more. I couldn’t go falling in love with this man, I wouldn’t survive it. Besides I know Liam is the King of arrogance and greed all the while hiding behind the mask of kindness and virtue. This was my decision, my need and if I wanted to fuck my way around the office then I could. I won’t but I could.
My fingers betrayed my show of confidence by trembling with the key card to my door, before Liam reached out and grabbed it from me. In one smooth glide the door swung open, revealing a turned down room, lit by the huge bed side lamps. On wobbly knees I walked into the center of the room, coming to a stop on the plush grey rug at the foot of the bed. The soft click of the door closing had me turning around. I know deep down that this man is dangerous for my soul, and how awkward things could get after this, but I feel better knowing that I’ve made him work for it. However small that work might have been, he’s successfully changed my views of him, and right now I’d like to see him without the confines of his suit. Liam steps forward on one long leg, stalking towards me like I was his prey, his baby blues dancing in the dimly lit bulbs making the hairs on my arms and neck stand straight. Wetness pools between my legs, as I step towards him, meeting him in the middle of the room. Standing a foot away from me he stares at me intently, his eyes narrowing with silent contemplation. My lips part as my breathing increases and I hesitantly take a step towards him. And then another, before we’re almost touching. Tilting his head, he stares down at me, his hair falling slightly from its otherwise perfect style onto his head. I slowly reach my hand up and with just my fingertips I brush it back. My eyes flick from his now dark irises, to his slightly parted lips and back again. We’re close enough that our breath mingles into one and my breasts are teasingly close to brushing his chest.
“Kiss me” his deep voice cuts through the silence as I swallow past the nervous lump in my throat. I watch him for a long second as the flurries of wings in my stomach increases. I never move my eyes away from his, and his hands stay firmly in his pockets as I come up on my tip toes and brace myself on his lapels. I hold my breath as I tilt my head to the side, and he copies me only in the other direction. I press my lips to his gently, savoring the soft plump skin against mine before adding more pressure. I know we’ve kissed before, but this is different. My eyes close as sensation takes over me, my whole-body heats and flushes against his tight body. I open my mouth a little, darting my tongue out to taste his bottom lip and he finally moves his hands from his pockets. Coming up to cradle both sides of my face, his thumbs pressing lightly into my cheeks, he holds me still as I push my tongue further into his mouth. He’s given me complete control, my confidence rising by the second as I taste him. A moan escapes me as our mouths crash together, licking, tasting and sucking at each other before Liam pulls away. Resting his forehead on mine, he doesn’t let his hands drop from my face. Brushing his lips swiftly against mine once before staring down at me, his dark, navy blue orbs stare at me as he chews his bottom lip.
“We’re not doing this here Amelia” his voice is gravelly, but my thoughts are quickly turned to his words.
“What? You can’t kiss me like that and then not…”
“Not what?”
“Fuck me” I’m breathless, but I suddenly feel too open and naked in front of him.
A low growl escapes his lips, but he pulls further away. Rejection starts to bubble into my stomach, crushing the fragile wings of the butterflies he put there. Past demons threaten to break through the wall of confidence I’ve so strongly built.
“You deserve more than a random hotel fuck Amelia” his voice cuts through any unease I might have felt at his rejection with a sharp blade. I glance up at him and see a totally different man to the one I’ve come to know. This one is gentle and caring, his eyes still glittering in the soft light, his lips slightly swollen from my assault and I can’t help it when my feet move to lunge at him. I’m fast as I crash into his body, wrapping my legs around his waist as I do. I know he needs control, I understand the craving because I crave it too. I want to kiss him and do all manner of dirty things with him and so I throw all caution to the wind and go after the one thing that I want. Liam brings one arm underneath me and another around my mid-section, holding me upright. Our lips smash together and my arms band around his neck as he braces his back against the wall. We’re all teeth and tongue as I ravish his taste in my mouth, his words swirling around in my head. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so…so, cherished. The fact that he has taken into account my needs before his own makes me like him even more, and the fact that he’s going home with blue balls if the tent in his slacks is anything to go by. I giggle into his mouth and our kiss eases, but he doesn’t drop me back to my feet. Pulling away from his face I glare down at this oddity of a man and give him a closed lip smile.
“Something funny?”
I nod, hiding another laugh, “Your blue balls”
“My blue balls?” he raises a perfect eyebrow at me.
“Yep”
“Well, I think you’ll find you’re also being blue balled. My apologies if I’m a gentleman” he smirks.
“I have other means” I tease, glancing towards the bathroom. Memories of those super jet shower heads make my legs quiver slightly.
“You didn’t” he accuses, failing to hide the amusement in his voice. I roll my lips and feign ignorance as he slaps my bum playfully and puts me on my feet.
“You’re full of surprises Amelia” he straightens his jacket before kissing my forehead. What is it about him doing that? He gives me a case of the warm fuzzies each time his lips press against my skin. This hard up, caveman is turning me all soppy.
“We’ll do this properly. I’ll call you tomorrow” he lingers slightly before pulling back and heading to the door. All I can manage is a nod as he winks at me before closing my door. That man is going to be the death of me if he continues this charade.
My face aches slightly by the time I get into bed from the huge smile I can’t seem to wipe from it, but for once I’m relaxed and happy going to sleep. Excited about tomorrow and what the next few weeks will bring with Liam. I appreciate him thinking of me when it comes to where we have sex, but I honestly couldn’t give a shit. It could be in a dark dingy alley for all I care, anywhere would do just to rid me of this throbbing need! Luckily, the amount of alcohol I’ve consumed today hits me like a ton of bricks and I fall deeply into the cloud of bedding, succumbing to the gods of sleep like a devout worshipper.
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When I woke I was sure I’d dreamt it all, but Liam’s spicy scent lingered in the room even hours after. I know I’m in trouble with him, but I can’t break the invisible pull I have to him, who knows, us fucking could actually benefit the business and not hinder it. See positive thinking. I met Becca and Jason for breakfast, which included a million and one questions about my night. Which I promptly answered with the truth, much to Becca’s disappointment. It didn’t slip my mind that she seemed to be having trouble sitting down this morning. I don’t want to know. We headed back to the city and I still couldn’t budge this stupid, teenage smile on my face.