Page 21 of Her Bossy Daddy

Chapter Five

Lacey

I dropped everyone off and punched a new address into my GPS. Liam was less than fifteen minutes away from my house, much closer than Ireland. I arrived in record time, but I was too nervous to knock on his door. I wandered over to the gorgeous porch swing and pumped my feet for a while. The wood was painted sky blue with tiny vines and flowers along the two armrests. Running my fingers across the wood, I admired it, imagining what it would be like to sit out here with Liam. The front door opened, and he stepped onto the porch. My breath hitched in my throat.

“Pretty, right?” He met the distance between us and joined me on the swing.

“You?”

“No, love,” he chuckled. “The swing.”

I nodded several times while I stared at his handsome face. “I’m sorry I lied to Sarah about our relationship.”

“I’m not concerned with Sarah at the moment.” Liam traced his knuckles down my cheek. “What’s on your mind?”

“I could’ve prevented this crazy storm of emotions if I’d opened up about my feelings. Are you drunk?”

“No, love, I’m not drunk. If you had any idea how much alcohol it takes to get me drunk, you’d probably be horrified.”

“Oh, okay. Listen, I’ve got so much on my mind,” I locked my legs to stop the swing, and then got up.

“Just be here with me, love.” He stood slowly and kissed my neck on the way up. Liam trailed his tongue along my skin until he reached my mouth then kissed me hard.

My panties almost exploded. Tingles of excitement shot through my body, but suddenly my nerves flooded. I stepped backward, and almost fell into the swing. Somehow I managed to stay upright, but my feet were constantly trying to kill me. “I’m nervous.”

“About what?”

“Whatever it is you’re planning.”

“Come on, let’s go inside.” He wrapped an arm around my waist.

Every decision Liam made seemed to come to him so easily. I didn’t have any good reasons to push him away, and I’d been such a mess. He led us into the house, and I was dazzled by the charm. It felt nostalgic and exuded warmth. The colors instantly calmed me along with subtle knick-knacks that reminded me of his heritage. “I love your home.”

“Thank you. I’ve got a lot to do on the upstairs still, but the bottom floor is set.” He grinned with pride as I admired the foyer and living room. “It’s small, but open, right?” He walked us into the kitchen, and I oohed and awed over the space. I’d kill for a setup like this.

“Yeah, it’s cozy.” I looked up to see his eyes locked on my face. “I’ve still got a lot on my mind.”

“It’s your head trying to sabotage things.” Liam picked me up and set me on the kitchen island. His fingers nimbly moved down the line of buttons, and then he slid my blouse off my shoulders. “I know you trust me, love. Relax.”

“In the kitchen?”

“Yeah. Why not?” He motioned for the rest of my clothing to go.

I obeyed since I didn’t have an answer, and popped off my sandals. I shimmied my pants down and off my hips, but he captured my hands and held my arms out. Liam unhooked my bra and removed my panties with flair. His gaze devoured me, and all my hesitations faded. I’d never felt more wanted or cherished than in that moment. Heat rushed over my body, and I writhed on the cold marble surface.

“Right. So, first you tell me where to touch you but keep your arms at your sides. If you can’t keep them to yourself, love, then I’ve got lots of ways to restrain them. Get me?”

Oh. My. God.I didn’t expect a full-on scene in his kitchen, but here we were. I licked my lips. I can make him touch me anywhere. “My face. I’d like you to touch my face and my neck.” He cupped my face with one hand, then trailed the other along my cheeks, down my chin, over my throat, and then rested it at the base of my neck. Liam leaned down to follow the same path with his tongue.

“Where else do you want me to touch you, love?’ His breath tickled along my neck, and I shivered.

“My boobs.” I wanted to do the same things back to him and it distracted me.

“Right. I’ve been quite admiring them tonight.” Liam dipped his head and took my right nipple into his mouth and then pinched the other in between his fingers. The sensations crashed over me, and I swatted at him. Shit. I glared at my hand as if it made its own decision, but I was done for. He released the grip on my nipples and then caged me in between his hands, one pressed on either side of me.

“Oh, love. What did I say?”

“I won’t do it again,” I promised but his mind was made up. I wouldn’t be moving my hands for a while.

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