Page 87 of Power Play

“When I said I don’t do this a lot, I meant it. You’ve had this idea in your head for a long time that I was some seductress charming young men out of their money. The kind of woman who would go back to your hotel room after just one night of getting to know each other.”

“It was a hell of a night,” I reminded her. “We had a lot of fun.”

She smiled. “We did. But that night was different for me. I just don’t want you to expect…I don’t know. Whatever you might expect from your legions of women.”

“Okay, in my defense, there haven’t been legions.”

She lifted a shoulder and licked her lips. I tried to tell my cock to calm down as she was clearly working her way up to something. But the way she licked those lips like she was getting them wet for me made me real fucking hard. “I’m just saying this because you’re probably used to someone who might be more…experienced? Or has…moves?”

Do not laugh.

“Moves?” I said, just to be clear.

“You know…” she rocked her hips side to side.

“That’s not usually how it’s done,” I said, repeating her gesture side to side.

“Liam!” she cried. “I’m serious. I have no idea what to do…” she waved her hand towards my lap, where, thankfully, my hard on was hidden by my leg and the folds of my pajama pants. “With it.”

Oh man. There were a million things I could say that would be wrong. It was like trying to walk through a land mine. I could say, don’t worry, I do. I could say, you don’t have to do much. Just bite your lip and show me your panties again.

In the end, I was silent too long and she pulled her knees up to her chest and stretched her shirt over them so Shrek was glaring at me from her knee cap. “I’m just saying this so you’re not disappointed.”

“Impossible,” I said.

“Liam,” she said, giving me her cut the crap look.

“You being here,” I said honestly. “Wearing a Shrek shirt, is already the second hottest night in my life.”

“Second?”

“The first was that night with you.”

“Liam!” She cried, laughing with disbelief. Fuck it, I thought. I was terrible with words. I got them wrong all the time. You know what I was good at? My body. I got up on my knees, andgrabbed her feet, pulling them down straight and then crawling up her body until we were face to face.

“I’m serious,” I said. “I’ve been lusting after you for five years, Kit. You were the hottest woman I’d ever seen that night in Nashville, and swear to God, you are still the hottest woman I’ve ever seen. Now, you going to kiss me or-?”

She flung her arms around my neck and kissed me like our time was running out. It was aggressive and hard. I wrapped my arms around her back and toppled us onto the bed.

She laughed into my mouth and I squeezed her tighter. She hiked her thigh up over my hip and I lifted my knee right up against the heat of her pussy. Fuck. She was hot. I pressed tighter against her, and she moaned, grinding herself in tiny pulses against me. I licked my way into her mouth, and she met my tongue with her own. Kissing me like we’d been doing it forever. Kissing me like it was Nashville all over again.

I leaned back, kissing the corner of her lips. Her cheek, the tender place just under her jaw. Her neck. She moaned in her throat like a cat purring, and I smiled against her skin. Stroking my hand down her back to the curve of her ass and to the bare skin of her thigh and back up again.

I was going slow. Playing it cool. “You’ll say something if you don’t like what I’m doing?” I said.

“I like what you’re doing right now.” She breathed, her voice thick and raspy. “A lot.”

I sucked skin into my mouth, making her groan. I pulled the neck of her t-shirt to the side and kissed her strong shoulder, using my teeth to see if she liked it.

She did. Between her legs she wasn’t just hot. She was wet.

I was so hard I hurt, and we hadn’t even started yet. Or maybe we’d been doing this for days. Years. Since Nashville.

“You feel so good,” I said, kissing my way from her shoulder across her chest, over Shrek. I made direct eye-contact and easedback. “I’m sorry, babe. We gotta lose Shrek. He’s throwing me off. I feel like he’s judging me.”

“Oh, don’t worry. He is,” she joked, and I lifted the over-sized shirt from her thigh up her stomach and she didn’t stop me. I lifted Shrek over her head and tossed him on the floor next to the bed. And then I just…stared.

“Holy. Shit,” I breathed.

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