Page 12 of Stronger Than Love

His hands opened the front of my robe until I stood in nothing but my panties, my breasts bared to him for the first time. I automatically went to cover myself, but his fingers threaded through mine. I watched open-mouthed as he knelt down until his mouth was level with my breasts.

The moment his lips closed over my nipple, my eyes fluttered closed.

“Liam…” I wasn’t sure if I was asking a question or begging him. My legs buckled and he lifted me onto the bed to crawl over me, a hand on one breast and his mouth on the other.

Since the summer that they told me I couldn’t play with them, I’d become an avid reader. Lots of steamy books filledmy bookshelf, and I knew all about sex. What I didn’t know was what it felt like. Liam’s mouth on my breast evoked sensations that I never imagined. My nipples hardened into stiff peaks in their own homage to an erection, and I never anticipated the connection between my nipples and my clit. The more Liam sucked and flicked with his tongue, the more hot and needy I became at the apex of my thighs.

Mum’s car crunched the gravel in the driveway and Liam pushed himself up onto his arms. Desire blazed in his cobalt blue eyes, burning trails of lust down my body as he looked down between us.

“I’m going to have to go out the back way,” he murmured, moving restlessly against me, his bulge rubbing my moist, heated core.

My hands skimmed over his jeans. “Do I get to see you since you’ve seen me?” I asked breathlessly.

“Tonight,” he promised, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips. “By the way, I love the red lace.”

A shy smile curved my lips.

“Gotta go, I have to go buy condoms and I’m not using Mr. Wilson’s shop.”

“I’m on the pill,” I whispered, pursing my lips together. “My periods were irregular, and they put me on it.”

Liam stared at me as if trying to decipher a riddle.

“I haven’t been with anyone else, so I’m clean,” I continued to ramble.

“Neither have I,” he admitted in a low tone. “I don’t want you to think I’m putting all the responsibility on you.”

“It’s fine, at least we won’t have to worry about always carrying a condom.”

A cocky grin appeared as he raised an eyebrow in query. “Planning to have a lot of sex, are you?”

I shrugged, my teeth biting into my bottom lip. “It depends how good you are.”

He leaned forward until his lips were hovering in a barely there kiss. “I’ll try my best.” His lips met mine in a gentle caress that left me breathless.

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We stood in front of the old lighthouse that we used to play in as children. It had been abandoned for years, but Liam declared it better than any treehouse.

“Come on,” he said, his hand squeezing mine.

Trepidation unfurled in my stomach along with anticipation and excitement. This was what I wanted, but I’d heard all the war stories of my friends’ first time.

The room that we used to play in had been transformed with candles and a makeshift bed made from blankets and pillows. My eyes met Liam’s and I smiled my approval as the ability to speak left me.

His fingers under my chin caressed my throat. “We can wait,” he reassured me.

I shook my head. “We’ve waited long enough.”

All my courage vanished because I didn’t know what to do. Liam took charge and began to slowly peel my clothes off, removing his own as well between items of mine until we were left in nothing more than our underwear.

My gaze landed on the bulge in his underpants and I gulped a deep breath.

“Look at me,” Liam commanded. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

I nodded slowly, bringing my gaze up to his.

“You look beautiful in red lace.” His fingertip ran from my lips, down between my breasts, and ended at the top of my panties. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he scanned my body with his heated gaze.

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