Page 18 of Skating the Blue Line
Strong hands land against my exposed thighs, and I can’t help but marvel at the feeling.
“Because if you keep touching me like that I may start doing things that may not be suitable to do in a car or in public.” He tells me, his hands moving closer and closer to the throbbing between my legs.
“Maybe that’s what I want.” I say, moving my hips to rub against him.
“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” He asks, his fingers digging deeper into my skin.
“Only when I want to be,” I say, leaning in and giving him a small nip along his neck, my hips continuing to move back and forth.
Liam looks at me with hooded eyes and all I can do is continue to smirk at him and let my hips move.
By the way I’m sitting on him, I can feel him get harder underneath me. I can’t help but wonder how much more I have to move in order for him to say fuck it and make me come.
I’m about to suggest it when one of his hands leaves my thighs and back up to my hair.
The way he pulls my hair and brings me closer to him has me filling the car with moans that I didn’t know I was capable of.
“As much as I want to fuck you in this car, someone can see us and plaster it all over social media,” he says, his mouth barely touching mine.
He does have a point. Given who he is and how this city views him, him getting caught having sex in public would be bad. For him and for me.
As enticing as it is, I have to think of the bigger picture.
“You’re right.” I say, my body sagging in the process.
Liam lets out a small laugh, planting a few kisses along my lips and my nose. “Don’t look so disappointed. Just because we can’t do anything in the car, doesn’t mean we can’t do anything upstairs. So be a good girl and get out so I can do to your body what your mouth has been silently telling me to do.”
“Only if you call me a good girl again.” I say, thrusting my hips for good measure.
“Whenever you want.” With one last kiss filled with hunger, we make our way out of the car and up to my apartment.
Never have I disliked the fact that my building was a walk up more than I do know.
Running up stairs when all you can think about is sex is no fun.
But we make it up the four flights and the second we step foot into my apartment the hunger we have for each other is on a whole different level.
The second that we are behind the locked door, its mouths, and hands everywhere. It’s as if the both of us need more of each other and we’re the last two people on earth.
“You in this dress is going to haunt me for a long time.” Liam says, pushing me against the front door.
His hands lands on my thigh and travels up, pushing up the blue silk.
“That right there makes the price tag on it worth it,” I say, arching my body back to give him better access.
A growl leaves Liam’s mouth right before he slams his mouth back on mine and his hand finally touches me where I need him to.
His touch is gentle at first but then it becomes more aggressive, causing me to come closer to an orgasm than I had planned to.
He doesn’t even have a finger in me, he’s just teasing my most sensitive areas and I’m ready to explode for him.
“You’re so wet already.” Liam says, his fingers sliding my panties to the side and moving along my pussy.
“Since our first kiss.”
That must have flipped the switch in him because he presses his body against me, letting me feel every single hard inch of his.
This man is still fully clothed and I’m already salivating at what is underneath all the material.
