Page 46 of Not That Impossible

Liam was standing in the doorway. Tall, broad-shouldered, solid. His sandy blond hair was haloed by the light on the landing behind him. He was still wearing his coat.

As I watched, he shrugged it off.

“Ooh, yes,” I said with enthusiasm. “Undress for me!”

He let his coat drop, and he paused. “I don’t like orders,” he said.

I barely managed to suppress my snort.

The manlovedorders.

He loved being the onegivingorders. Luckily for Liam, I was very into him giving me orders. I could only assume he already knew that, considering the fact he’d been bossing me around for the last twenty minutes.

I smiled at him and shuffled backward to prop myself up against the pillows.

After a brief hesitation, Liam unknotted his tie, drew it through his shirt collar, and dropped it beside his coat. He unbuttoned his shirt collar, rolled up his sleeves, and came over to the bed.

I watched him hungrily as he sat on the mattress. I wriggled over and stretched out, pressing into him. Twisting at the waist, he planted a hand either side of me, and leaned down.

I leaned up eagerly for his mouth.

He drew back just before our lips touched.

“Lie down,” he said.

“Okay, but you know I’m not actually a dog, though?Sit, Jasper.Lie down, Jasper.”

He didn’t smile. I sensed his amusement anyway.

How was he so steady? My heart was still thundering away, my breathing was loud, my voice was even louder.

I leaned up, trying to kiss him again. He held himself out of reach.

The sudden rush of uncertainty must have shown on my face. Smiling, he leaned in and whispered against my mouth, “Lie down for me.”

I flopped flat to the bed.

He made a sound of approval and followed. Caging me between his arms, he hovered over me, kissing me softly.

It didn’t stay soft.

He tilted his head, lifted one hand to my cheek, and held me as he pressed his tongue into my mouth. I whined at the commandingly sexual way he slid his tongue over mine. No one had ever kissed me quite like that. I involuntarily curled up at the sensation, my legs drawing in.

He kissed me and kissed me. Long, languid strokes of his tongue, dizzying and relentless. I was drowning in it, in him.

He stopped as slowly and gently as he’d started, taking the kiss down from fierce and demanding to gentle brushes of his lips over mine. He lifted away.

I panted. My lips felt hot and swollen. I licked them and gazed up at him, dazed.

His eyes burning into mine, he stretched out over me, heavy and solid.

I all but melted into the duvet beneath him.

Until I realised he was still wearing his shoes, and these were the clothes that he was wearing at a crime scene a few hours ago.

I heaved him up and off me.

Liam landed on his back with a hard whump and an astonished expression.

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