Page 132 of Not That Impossible

I twerked it experimentally. Eh. Hot stuff, I was sure, but it probably wasn’t the way to kick off the long-awaited and romantic coming together that I was hoping for. I flumped down flat on my stomach again, and let out a muffled scream when cool fingers encircled my ankle.

“That was quite the show,” Liam said, voice rough with amusement.

“Thanks,” I said, cheeks heating. “Glad you liked it.”

He let go of my ankle and trailed a light touch up the back of my calf, pausing to grip my thigh just above my knee. “I’m going to have you put on a real show for me one day,” he said, “since you seem to like humping the bed. I think I’ll put a chair right there by the window and get comfortable. You can writhe around for me as much as you like.”

I choked. “What?”

“I’d lean back and admire this beautiful body from a distance. Watch all these muscles, working for me.” His hand drifted up to cup my buttock. Hejiggledit.

I snorted an embarrassed laugh into the duvet.

“You’re not the only one with fantasies,” he said.

“You fantasised about me?” I rolled over to my side and stretched out, watching as he stalked around the side of the bed.

“Fantasised. Stroked myself. Came saying your name.”

My mouth dried out at the thought, baffling though it was. “Maybe I’ll hump the bed for you if you do that for me.” I tried for a sassy tone.

“Maybe.” He reached out and held the side of my neck, gazing down at me. “You are without doubt the sweetest, most romantic boy I have ever met,” he said.

I looked at him uncertainly. I wasn’t sure about being called a boy to be honest, although I suppose to Liam, I was.

“I couldn’t want you more,” he said.

I beamed.

He smiled back instantly. Shifting so that he was cradling my head in both hands and holding me for it, he leaned down and murmured against my mouth, “I’d like to spend the rest of my life proving that.”

There was an awkward beat of silence before I realised he was waiting for a reply. “Oh. Yes! Please, that sounds amazing. Sorry, I thought that was it. Big statement, not a question. I definitely want that, too.”

Liam pressed a smiling kiss against my mouth, slid his tongue in a slow and dirty drag over mine, then pulled back.

“Now,” he said. “On your knees, my helpless and trembling war prize. Yield to your conqueror.”

I gaped at him. “Oh fuck, you read one of those ones.”

“Of course I did. Now get over here and take my war breeches off.”

I scrambled off the bed and my knees hit the carpet.

“Although I don’t know what war breeches are,” Liam continued as I went for his waistband.

“I don’t either. I just thought it sounded sexier than trousers.” I had him unbuttoned, unzipped, and everything down to mid-thigh in record time. I stopped and stared.

“While I do have a gigantic ego,” Liam said conversationally, “even I can get nervous when the man of my dreams gets his first look at my dick and stops.”

Ooops. I leaned in and pressed a cheerful kiss to the tip of his erection. “Sorry,” I said. “Taking a mental snapshot.”

“Of my dick.”

“Yep.” I gripped it at the base and gave the head a quick, hard suck.

Liam moaned. “Goddamn,” he said.

I propped my chin on his abs and grinned up at him.

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