“Yeah. How about we eat, then talk? I’m not much in the kitchen, but I can make some sandwiches.”
I was starving. “Sounds good. Uh, is it too weird if I ask if I can use your shower? I sort of smell like booze and sweat.”
His brow arched at my request, but he seemed to take it in stride. “Yeah, sure. You can use the shower in the master bathroom. There are clean towels hanging.”
“Thank you.”
I went up the stairs and quickly started the water in the largest shower I’d ever seen. Stone tiles made it elegant. As I stripped off my clothes, part of me fantasized about him joining me. That would be a hell of a way to start things.
I left my hair up so as not to get it wet and washed my body quickly with his mint body wash. I was thankful I’d shaved this morning, but once I was out of the shower, I realized I didn’t want to go and put on my dirty clothes. Opting instead for a towel, I wondered what he would think about me coming downstairs in nothing but.
Talk about sending a message. But I definitely didn’t have the nerve to pull that off. I’d been with exactly two boys. Emphasis on boys. Not a man. Most certainly not a man with as much experience as Liam probably had.
After my shower, which had been divine, I opened the bathroom door to see the object of my thoughts standing in his bedroom with a clean T-shirt and soft sweat shorts folded in his hands. His expression was priceless as he gazed down at me wearing nothing but the soft terry towel.
Chapter Thirty-One
Liam
My eyes were glued to the beauty in front of me. “I thought you might want clean clothes.” My voice was thick. My erection was going to be difficult to hide if I stayed in this room. “Why don’t you get dressed? Then we’ll eat and talk downstairs in the kitchen.”
A few minutes later, she walked down my stairs in my white cotton T-shirt and way-too big-for-her athletic shorts. My eyes tracked her all the way. She must have been dead on her feet. Yet she was still here. “More water okay? Or I have wine.”
She grinned. “I think wine would make me fall asleep. Another glass of water is good.”
While I filled two glasses, she hopped up on the granite countertop, grabbing the sandwich and taking a bite. It was simple turkey and cheese, but she made a sigh as if it hit the spot.
My brow arched at her choice of seat. “I have a table and chairs.”
“Do you now?” She took another bite, humor dancing in her eyes.
“I do. Or stools on the other side of the counter.”
“Mm. But this was much more convenient.”
My lips twitched at her sassiness until I realized this dynamic might bleed into the work place. “This is what can’t happen on Monday morning.”
She cocked her head to the side, trying to fight her grin. “You think I’ll hop up on your desk at work. Maybe eat your sandwich?”
“Perhaps I just need some reassurance that you won’t.”
“I won’t.”
She made it sound so simple. Although there was no rule against sleeping with my assistant, it would be a shit show at work should the other partners find out. With a conservative board voting on it, this situation could ruin my chances for named partner.
“If you don’t believe me, Liam, then I should go.”
I swallowed hard, not wanting her to leave. Trying to figure out a way to voice my concerns, I said, “It’s complicated, Kendall.”
“Actually it’s not. You think you’re the only one with something to lose here, but you’re not.”
“What do you have to lose?” I instantly regretted my words when I saw the way her eyes narrowed.
“My heart, you stupid jerk.” She attempted to hop down off the counter, but I was able to catch her, lifting her back up and caging her in for a moment. My arms were on either side of her thighs, her face inches from mine.
“Believe it or not, it’s not only my career I’m trying to protect. I’m not a relationship sort of guy. I don’t have room for one in my life. And I know offering you any less than that would be wrong. It wouldn’t be what you want.”
My gaze held hers.
“Can’t we play it by ear instead of deciding this would be a relationship? I’m not sure why you showed up at the club tonight. Or why you stayed until after closing. But I do know I was happy to see you.”
I leaned closer, inhaling her scent.
She shivered at the contact.
“I showed up tonight because I already missed you. Does that even make sense?” I was completely baffled myself as to how matters had changed. I’d tried so hard to avoid having a personal connection with this woman, but now I couldn’t go more than twelve hours without seeing her.
“It doesn’t make sense. Yet I feel the same way.”
As if she’d given me the green light I’d been craving, suddenly my lips were on hers. There was no going back after this moment. No more restraint. I was tired of fighting it. I needed her. My hands traveled down to her hips, pulling her center against mine. The way she whimpered told me she could feel the evidence of my desire. “Hook your legs around me.”
She didn’t hesitate. No puffy green coat to stop us this time. I handled her weight easily, walking her up to the master bedroom where I set her gently on her feet. Tucking her hair behind her ear, I whispered, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Her eyes were full of mischief, with a touch of vulnerability. “I’m sure.”
My hands attacked her clothing. I couldn’t get her shirt over her head fast enough. Once she stepped out of her shorts, though, fully naked, I took a step back, hardly able to catch my breath.
Jesus. I’d been with my share of women, but seeing the vision in front of me was a whole new experience. I regarded her from her perky breasts with rosy nipples to her trim waist and flared hips. I about swallowed my tongue once my gaze got to her pussy. Perfectly groomed with just a patch of hair. I could feel myself harden fully, thinking about all the ways I wanted to sink into her. Her legs were shapely and, as the rest of her, perfectly in proportion. But it was the glow of her skin that really got to me, making her appear as if she’d been kissed by the sun everywhere.
When my gaze finally lifted to her face again, I could see it. The self-doubt from my appraisal—as if I’d find her lacking. Then again, why wouldn’t she be insecure given my past stinginess with compliments?
“You’re absolutely stunning,” I whispered, meaning it.
Her face lit up at my words. “And you’re overdressed.”
I was indeed, considering I was still in suit pants and a shirt.
She reached out, almost shyly, her hands shaking as she worked my belt buckle.
I took her fingers in mine, stilling her motion. “Are you nervous?”
“A little. It’s been a while, and I’ve only been with two other guys.”
Her admission floored me. It also fueled a possessiveness inside of me I didn’t dare to examine.
I let her finish undoing my belt, then untucking my shirt before working open the buttons. The way she looked up at me with sweet mischief in her eyes, like she was opening a surprise present, created the most sensual moment I’d ever experienced.
Once my dress shirt was off, I fisted the back of my T-shirt, drew it off and let it also fall to the floor. Next, I stepped out of my trousers, leaving me in only my boxers and socks. Already missing her sweet kiss, I captured her face between my hands, concentrating on exploring her delectable mouth.
In the back of my mind, it occurred to me I should be setting ground rules. I needed to define the boundaries of this sexual relationship and how it would play out at the office. Given her lack of experience, I should ensure I didn’t raise expectations that might end up hurting her. But there was no way I could stop to have the conversation. Not now. Not when this moment had been building for days, and I was on the verge of having her beneath me. Especially not when her skin was so incredibly soft.
My fingers trailed down her sides before slidin
g back up to cup her breasts. They were perfect. Bending my head, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, enjoying the way she shivered at the action. One of my hands then went lower, over her stomach, feathering, until finally I had to touch her where I most ached to do so.
As soon as my fingers went between the lips of her pussy, she moaned low and hard. Damn, she was wet while I was practically drilling a hole through my cotton boxers. And once she brought her hand down and circled my length, I knew I was on borrowed time.
I was too overstimulated to last long if she kept touching me. I pulled back, ready to shed the rest of my clothing. But I didn’t want to rush this. I’d bungled things before by doing so in the basement of the church.
“Get on the bed. Up near the top so you can rest your head on a pillow. Then spread your legs for me. I need to taste your pussy.”
She sucked in a breath, blinking hard. Shit. Were my words too blunt for her experience level?
“Sorry. Too much?”
She grinned while shaking her head. “No. I just—” She giggled, not finishing the thought but moving toward the bed.
“You just what?”
She hesitated, biting her lip while she got comfortable on the bed. Christ, she was sexy displayed against the backdrop of my blue comforter.
“Tell me,” I said, grabbing her bare calf and kissing up to her knee.
“I just— Oh, God—” She lost her train of thought as I trailed my mouth up her inner thigh, spreading her legs wider to accommodate my shoulders.
Now it was my turn to grin. She was so damn responsive. Getting closer to my target, I inhaled her scent, getting drunk on the heady combination of my mint body soap and her unique sweet smell. Blowing a breath over her clit, I enjoyed the way a shiver snaked through her.
“You just what?”
My finger penetrated into her slick heat. She was perfectly tight and wet for me. But she was quickly losing herself in the moment when I wanted her to finish her thought. As I removed my finger, I chuckled at her mewl of protest.
“Tell me.”
She took a deep breath. “I just didn’t know you’d be so good at this part. I mean you freaked out when you saw my thongs in the suitcase. I thought you might be a bit more reserved in the bedroom.”
Her assessment brought out a smile. It also made me want to tease her as I got my first taste, swiping my tongue along her seam.
Her hands reached out, clutching the bedspread as if trying to anchor herself.
The gesture only made me want to drive her completely mad with lust. She gasped when I curled my two fingers up, hitting her outer wall while I bent down to suck on her clit. Pumping my fingers harder, I glanced to see her writhing with pleasure. Then boom, she came spectacularly, tightening around my fingers like a vise grip while yelling something incoherent with a lot of Gods involved.
I withdrew my fingers, only because I wanted a better taste of her. I wanted to take my time to feast on her completely. After her second climax, I glanced up to see the surprise etched in her expression.
“I didn’t know multiple orgasms were possible—Jesus.”
I enjoyed being the very first man to make it possible for her.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Kendall
Holy shit. Mr. Robot. Mr. Icy. Mr. I-had-like-fifty-ways-I’d-like-to-see-him-suffer only a week ago was a master at eating pussy. And he wasn’t done with one orgasm. Jesus. I’d never been happier to see his overachievement in action.
The second climax ripped through me like I had a live wire attached to my body. My eyes rolled back, my hips arched up, and light exploded in my head. I’d never had an orgasm so intense. Vaguely aware that he was now crawling up my body, landing kisses against my skin on the way, I tried to catch my breath.
But he wasn’t giving me much of an opportunity. He fixed his mouth around one nipple while toying with the other between his fingers. When he bit down softly, I had to suck in my breath. I wasn’t normally a fan of my breasts getting the attention. Since they were on the smaller size, I’d assumed he’d skip over them. But nope, he teased the rosy buds until they were practically begging to move in with him permanently.
Whoa. Bad internal thought. I banished it almost immediately. I couldn’t go there. Just because the guy knew how to give a girl an orgasm did not make this a relationship. This had the potential to become complicated enough without me making it more so.
“Hey, you okay?” he said, hovering over me, a worry crease in his brows.
My internal thoughts immediately got shuffled to the back of my brain. “I’m better than okay.” I leaned up to kiss him, rolling my body and tangling up in him.
His body was incredible. Muscled, hot, and oh, so very hard for me. I moved to return the favor of putting him in my mouth when he stopped me.
“Some other time. Right now, I need to be inside of you.”
Although I was disappointed not to have the opportunity to taste him, I wouldn’t argue. I was anxious to have him inside of me, too.
He moved to the side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer to take out a condom while I had to keep myself from wondering how many times he’d done this particular movement since he executed it so gracefully. Nope. Don’t go there. It stood to reason he’d be much more experienced than I was.
Luckily, by the time he’d sheathed himself in the condom, I was reduced to only one thought. And it was carnal. My eyes swept down his muscled chest to his delicious abs before focusing on his long, thick cock. He was perfect. There really was no other word.
He lined himself up to my opening and pushed the head in. We both groaned in unison with the welcome intrusion.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
Yes. I was. And he was stretching me with each inch he eased inside of me. My hands gripped his biceps while I wiggled to better accommodate him. I was incredibly full. Finally he stopped, studying my face as if to ensure I was okay. The gesture was both sweet and unexpected. I leaned up, taking his lips to make sure he knew I was ready.
He pulled out slightly, before slamming back home. My hips arched to meet him. “God, you feel incredible,” he whispered, encouraging me to run my hands down his back and pull him in deeper.
I loved the way it was his turn to gasp with my movement. Then he was kissing me, his tongue demanding and hot, and completely possessive. His hips moved, finding a rhythm which had me close.
As a girl who never orgasmed with straight sex, I moved my hand down to alleviate the building pressure. But he wasn’t having it.
“Let me.” He put his hand between our bodies, working my clit like he was a master at knowing how to touch me just right.
“Oh God, oh God,” I shouted, feeling my orgasm wash over me.
He was quick to follow, growling out expletives as he ground out his climax on top of me.
We both lay there, his weight pressed into mine, and tried to steady our breathing for a few minutes. Then he moved, giving me a quick kiss before hopping out of the bed and going into the bathroom. I stayed where I was, my body feeling heavy with exhaustion. It was four thirty in the morning, no wonder.
“Time for sleep, unless you want more food? You didn’t finish your sandwich.”
“Mm?” Although I could probably eat, I wasn’t sure I could move. My eyes opened to see him coming back to bed fully nude. “I’m not hungry. But I’m a big fan of this look on you.”
He gave me a boyish grin, crawling into bed, and gathering me close. “I think I could get used to wearing it just for you.”
My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar sight. Liam’s bedroom in full daylight. Turning over, I could see his side of the bed was empty. But my purse was sitting on the nightstand. He must’ve brought it up from downstairs. Grabbing my phone, I gasped.
Crap, it was close to noon. Shit. I had to go. I had laundry to do, grocery shopping, and school stuff to get in order, all before I went to work tonight. Since Sunday was my family day, Saturday was the only time I
had to get things organized for the work week.
I hurried into the bathroom, feeling nosey as I searched under his cabinet sink for an extra toothbrush. Luckily, he didn’t disappoint and had a whole package of them. I made quick work out of brushing my teeth, pulling my hair up, and using the facilities. Deciding there was no other choice, I put on my jean shorts from last night, but I coupled them with Liam’s T-shirt. I’d have to return it later. Lastly, I swiped on strawberry gloss before walking down the stairs.
My shoes were at the front door but no sign of Liam. Not in the kitchen. Not in the living room. Shit. What should I do? Just leave? Write a note? Search for him? Ugh. Non-relationships after sex with your boss were tough.
After slipping on my shoes, I fished out my keys and jumped at the sound of his voice.
“Where are you going?”
I turned to see him standing there. Oh, man, did he look hot in his jeans and black T-shirt with bare feet. His hair still looked damp from the shower. “I need to get home. I have a lot to get done today. I didn’t mean to sleep for so long.”
He seemed to consider my words for a moment before replying. “You want something to eat or drink before you go?”
“No. I’m good. I did find a toothbrush under your sink upstairs. Hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind.” His intense stare gave nothing away.
Awkward. Only made weirder by the fact I really did need to go. “Um. Can you open the garage for me?”
My words put him into motion.
“So, I guess I’ll see you on Monday,” I said.
Did I kiss him goodbye? Did I give him a hug? Shake his hand? Hell if I knew how this was done.
“Yeah, Monday,” he responded, holding the door open for me.
My reminder about the office made him do the little jaw thing he did when he was stressed or irritated.
Sensing this was about to dissolve into more awkwardness the longer I stood there, I gave him a thanks for the sex wave and went out the door to my car.
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