Page 30 of Little Temptation

It shouldn’t feel sexy, but it does, and my stomach flips at the thought of what’s coming next.

“I need to be inside of you.” His words are hot on my neck as his hands move to the dubious elastic on my shorts. He shoves them down, and they drop at my feet. A shiver rushes up my spine as Liam works the fly of his jeans. His eyes are focused on mine, and I can see the hunger in them. A hunger for me, making me feel a hell of a lot sexier than I do, standing here in pyjamas.

I nod as he kisses my throat, moving his lips over and up my jaw to my face. As he does this, his hand creeps up to squeeze my boob through my t-shirt, and then his fingers wrap around my throat. He’s in total control, and my heart races for it. The pressure is just enough to raise my pulse so he can feel it. He’s holding me in the palm of his hand, and all I can think is for him to hurry up and fuck me.

As if he can read my mind – or my eyes – he grabs my thighs and lifts me, shoving me against the wall for purchase.

I want it hard and fast because slow, meaningful sex with Liam will destroy me.

And he obliges.

But for a second, just as he’s pushing the head of his cock to my entrance, he pauses to stare at me. His eyes sweep over every inch of my face, and I see his lips twitch into a smile.

My mind reaches out to wrap that image in bubble wrap, securing it away in the depths of my heart so I can preserve it and keep it safe and sound.

A second later, he pushes deep inside of me, and I catch my breath as he stills. My arms wrap around his shoulders as he starts to move, shoving me against the wall with each thrust forward.

“Liam …”

“Don’t beg, don’t plead. I’m holding on by a thread.”

“You don’t need to hold back,” I pant.

“No, but I don’t want to come so fucking fast.”

I squeeze my legs around him, drawing him closer still. We find a rhythm, and it hits in all the right places to stoke my climax. “Yes. Keep doing that.”

His hands grip me tighter as he bangs me against the wall, the drive to finish now taking on a means of its own.

The thud, thud, thud echoes in my head as I close my eyes and concentrate on the touch and pressure on my clit, each time bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. And I know how good Liam can make it. I wish it – willing it – to happen.

“Yes, there. Again. Again.” I feel my body overcome with heat and a rush of energy through my limbs as I pulse and explode around him.

“Jesus, yes!” He grunts.

He pumps into me a few more times and then stills, both of us breathing deeply.

I unwrap my legs and slide down the wall until my feet hit the floor. I pull up my shorts as Liam steps back.

Next comes the awkwardness, so I point to the bathroom on the other side of the room and vanish.

I clean myself up and wrap a dressing gown around me as if it might help protect me from Liam’s advances.

When I come back out, Liam’s found his way to the sofa, his head tipped back against the cushion.

“So,” I start.

“So.” He doesn’t lift his head to look at me, just stays where he is.

“Is that it then? Said what you’ve come to say.”

“No. We haven’t talked, and you know that.”

“Well, how about you put me out of my misery then.” My words are harsh, but I can’t help but feel defensive. The holiday fling is sitting in my apartment after some really hot sex, and I need him gone.

“I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me.” He finally lifts his head from his little rest.

“Well, get on with it, Liam. For Christ’s sake.” I cross my arms over my chest.

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