Page 96 of Power Play

I shut the door quietly behind me only to find Liam standing in the doorway, dressed for seduction in a pair of sweatpants and a Bruisers t-shirt with the arms cut off.

This was not a look that ever would have worked on me before, but that cocky ass grin on his face made it all irresistible. Too irresistible. However, because I was contrary by nature with him, I had to try and resist.

“What are you grinning about?’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

He wiped his mouth – another thing that should not be hot but was – and shook his head. “You want to go all disapproving schoolteacher with me?” he asked. “Go for it. It’s hot.”

I worked so hard to not smile.

“Seriously,” he said and walked towards me. “You want to scold me? It’s turning me on.”

“Everything turns you on,” I said, pretending I wasn’t so turned on I thought about masturbating about ten times today.

“Everything about you,” he said.

“Sounds like a line.”

We were face to face in the hallway, our voices hushed even though nothing short of an earthquake could wake up that girl. Liam reached up and stroked my hair.

“Your hair turns me on,” he said. “It’s so silky and when you wear it in a ponytail it gets all curly.” He touched my cheeks, the tip of my nose. “Your freckles turn me on. They’re cute and sexy at the same time.” He ran a thumb across my lips. “I’ve been watching this mouth all day thinking about what I’m going to make you do with it.”

I gasped and he smiled like he knew all my sternness was only hiding more desire than I could handle.

His thumb slipped past my lip to my teeth and I licked it with my tongue. Tasting salt and skin. He pushed deeper and I let him in.

“Suck,” he breathed and I was powerless. Why resist? Why pretend? This was going to be over sooner rather than later, why not get every experience I could from this man? I did as he asked, curling my lips around his tan, wide thumb and sucking on him. His eyes went wide and then heavy lidded. He licked his lips and took hard, heavy breaths.

“Come upstairs with me?” he said, and all I could do was nod.

He pulled his thumb free, leaned forward to give me a hard, quick kiss on the lips. Then stooped so he could literally toss me over his shoulder and carry me up the stairs to his cozy room tucked under the eaves.

I laughed, feeling lighter and freer than I’d ever felt. I smacked his ass because it was cute and right there. He smackedmine right back. Playful wasn’t something I’d felt in so long, and if nothing else, I would thank Liam Locke for bringing it back to me.

He tossed me on the bed and I pushed the hair that had fallen in my eyes away so I could see him. I didn’t want to miss a second of him. Of this.

At the foot of the bed, he pulled that ridiculous t-shirt off and I pulled off mine. He quirked an eyebrow and pushed down his sweatpants. I ditched my navy-blue shorts and flung them in the corner. After swimming today, I hadn’t bothered with a bra and my underwear was the sexiest I’d brought. Black cotton.

He looked at me like I was wearing silk and diamonds.

“Have I told you how much I like your tits?” he asked. He reached down and cupped himself in his dark boxer briefs. It was such a masculine gesture. So personal and confident it made my mouth go dry.

“You might have mentioned it,” I said, running my hand over my stomach and up to my breasts the way I would if I was alone. I held my breast in my hand and ran a thumb over my nipple.

“Yes. Touch yourself,” he said. “Show me what you do when you read those sexy books.”

“You’re obsessed.”

“On what gets you off? Of course,” he said, like being obsessed was only natural. It was amazing how easy he was. Nothing was a game. Or maybe…maybe because he didn’t care, everything was a game?

“Hey,” he said and crawled up the bed to hover over my body, braced on his hands and knees. “Where’d you go?”

“I’m right here,” I said, stroking his face, his chest. I ran the back of my hand down the fur over his belly. He caught my hand and gave me a cut the crap look.

Does this mean anything to you? Is it a fling? Revenge? Is this how it is with all those other women?

That I wanted to ask him told me too much about myself. About how I felt.

I was sinking deep for this guy.