Page 60 of Dublin's Danger Dancer

“Are you comfortable? Liam asks. Rolling onto his side to face me.

His voice goes straight to my sex. I imagine this is exactly how I’d have felt if I’d had a teenage crush and he’d been allowed into my bedroom.

The light from the TV move over the curved lines of his arm muscles, causing my mouth to water.

“Yes.” I answer turning my gaze back to the TV and willing it to stay there.

Liam stays on his side, his glare heating the skin bared at the neck of my robe. I was suddenly so conscious of being naked with the man I’d just had a bath with and previously done much dirtier things with. What was happening to me?

Before Humphrey Bogart even appears, Liam’s fingers tiptoe up my neck.

“Your very tense. Sit up. I’ll give you a neck rub.”

“A neck rub?” I ask turning to him.

“I took a course in Thailand.”

So his family has connections to drugs smugglers in Thailand.

I launch myself up and scoot my bum down the bed. Grateful for this new intel.

He shifts over to sit behind me as he does, he throws his towel onto the floor.

I exhale deeply and lean back into his hard chest feeling his thick erection behind my back.

“I’m sorry,” he says shifting himself. “I’m basically constantly erect when you're next to me.” He breathes into my ear.

His hands begin to work on my neck, kneading the most painful knots as he leaves a trail of kisses up my neck and into my hair.

I’ve completely lost track of the film. The black pianist is singing, but the pleasure skittering all over my skin is preventing me from hearing what his singing.

“Lay back,” he commands pulling his legs from their position wrapped around me.

I lay back, the belt of my robe loosened by shifting.

His hands begin to work themselves into my hair, his fingertips circle over my scalp, applying pressure that instantly travels to my sex.

He presses his lips to mine. His lips are softer than the pure silk pillowcase my head is laying on. I’m shocked by the moan that pulls through me, and even more shocked that I want more from Liam.

It’s like I’m an engine and his the only fuel I can run on.

Our kiss grows deeper as his hand travels south.

He moans heavily, his breath pushing into my mouth as he feels how turned on I am.

His finger begins to work my clit as he pulls me into him closer. His holding me so firmly I might be bruised tomorrow. But I can’t stop our tongues lashing together and his hand circles into sending me crushing into oblivion.

He pulls back and exhales. “Your body wants more than your mind?” He asks with questioning eyes.

I push him down on the bed, straddle him and kiss down his neck.

“We don’t have to do this,” he says, bringing his lips to mine.

“Your body says something different.” I say grinding myself on top of him.

“Well, you’re wet and you’re on top of me,” he says, his eyes crinkling from his lifted smile. “We can kiss all night. Only kisses. Or I give you more orgasms with my tongue and fingers. You don’t have to do something you’re not ready for.”

Unfortunately, Liam O’shaughessy being tender seems to be the biggest turn on for me. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m pulling his chest to me as I align myself to his cock.

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