Page 45 of Power Play

“Can you kiss me again? Please?”

I hold myself above her, my chest almost pressing against hers. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “I think I’m going to like it when you beg.”

FOURTEEN

PIPER

It’sno surprise Liam kisses me like he does everything else in life: meticulously. Purposefully. Obsessively, almost, to the point I wonder if he lied to me about not having sex in four years, because he’sthatgood.

I never thought I’d have the best kiss of my life with Liam Sullivan, but here we are.

I’m utterly consumed by him. He’s touching me, encouraging me, coaxing sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make, and somehow, I wantmore.

I adjust our positions, nudging him backward until he’s sitting upright on the couch. I push up onto my knees and straddle his lap, moving on what feels right. His palm slides up my thigh and stops on my waist, just under my shirt. When his thumb strokes across my bare skin, I’m electrified.

Is it supposed to feel this good?

I know it’s only his hand, but I’ve never been so turned on.

It’s like I’m aware of every inch of my body. Hypersensitive to the press of his fingers and the shapes he’s drawing on my skin.

I wonder if the sensations take getting used to.

I wonder if I’ll stop feeling fluttery after we’ve moved on to lesson number ten or twelve.

I wonder if it’s him or if it’s me, the slow and sensual display of affection more than I’ve received in years.

“Slow down,” Liam mumbles when I try to roll my hips. He moves his mouth to my neck, sucking the skin there in a way that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. Makes my breathing stutter and my fingers dig into his muscles because it feels like I’m about to float away. His tongue licks at my collarbone, and I don’t know if I hate him or love him. “We’re only kissing tonight.”

“Do you not want me?” I ask.

Stronger women wouldn’t consider a question like that at at time like this, but that’s not me.

Not yet.

I’ve been the girl in a new piece of lingerie, posing on the bed andbeggingto be touched, only to be told no.

I don’t want this to go any further if it’s one-sided.

It’s supposed to be casual and fun, and I’m not looking for romance or candles or rose petals on the bed. That doesn’t mean I want to learn with someone who’s only placating me, though. With someone who’s doing this as a pity favor because they feelsorryfor me.

My ego can’t take it.

Liam doesn’t answer. He lifts me off his lap like I weigh nothing more than a sack of feathers. With painstaking care, he puts me on my back again. Nudges his way between my legs and glances down at me.

His eyes are blazing. His face is red. He carefully touches my throat, a juxtaposition to his swollen lips and the rough and hungry way he kissed me a few seconds ago.

“I’m hard as a rock, Piper.” He wraps his fingers around my wrist. Guides my hand down his stomach so I can feel his cock straining against his shorts, and I inhale sharply. “Don’t thinkfor a goddamn second I don’t want you. That I’m not enjoying this.”

When he pulls away, I blink up at him, a silent question hanging there. He gives me a single nod, encouraging me, and I run my fingers across his shorts.

“Wow,” I whisper. I trace down his length and back up, only pulling my hand away when he rocks his hips forward. “That’s because of me? Just from kissing?”

I know how dicks work, but I had no idea something soinnocentcould elicit this kind of response from a man.

When I kissed Steven, it was bland. Quiet with quick pecks on my mouth that missed half the time.

And henevergot hard.

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