Page 57 of The Science of Attraction

Zach considered me for a moment. “Jesus, you really do like this guy.”

I stared at the tussock flattened under the wheel of the quad and nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

Zach said nothing for a minute, then his arms were around me and I was enveloped in a tight hug. “Welcome to the dark side, bro.”

I laughed and pinched his waist. “Fuck off.”

He let me go but kept a hand on my shoulder. “So, how’s the sex? Is it everything you imagined? Do you need any pointers? I have some skills in that area, in case you need some brotherly advice.”

“Get outta here, will you? I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.”

He considered me for a moment, then squeezed my shoulder. “I want you to know that I’m super proud of you.”

I couldn’t stop the smile.

“No, I mean it,” he insisted. “This is big, Jules, and I’m really happy for you, but be careful, yeah? I don’t want you hurt. I imagine the first relationship with a guy when you’ve only ever dated women might be a little... intense?”

I huffed. “Tell me something I don’t know. But also, the first time I actually like a guy enough to try something and he’s not planning to hang around.”

Zach read between the lines. “You always did have crap timing. But maybe that’s a good thing for a first time. On the down-low and no strings, right?”

I arched a brow his way. “Just like you, then?”

He flushed a deep red. “Fair point.”

I sighed. “Neither of us seems to do casual very well.”

He stabbed me with his finger. “And that’s exactly why you need to be really fucking careful. Liam’s leaving and you’re staying, so you have to play it cool.”

It was good advice.

Which was why I carefully filed it away in the trash bin of my mind never to be seen again.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Jules

Liam’s fingertiptrailed down my nose to my throat and my chest, all the way to my belly, my skin erupting in goosebumps in its wake. “Stay right where you are.” He leaned across me to the bedside table and I managed a quick swipe of his nipple with my tongue as he passed.

He stilled, hovering in place, staring down at me. I took the hint and drew the erect nub into my mouth, suckling on it as he watched, his pupils blowing black. He hissed and cradled the back of my neck, keeping me in place while grinding against my hip.

Almost a week since Liam had first taken me to his bed and I’d learned a lot about his hot buttons—nipples featuring close to the top of the list. A week of sneaking into his cottage when the station was settled for the night. Talking into the small hours about families and work and friendships, and generally getting to know each other. On two nights I’d been called away for lambing issues, but I’d been back in Liam’s arms the minute I was done. I couldn’t get enough of being with him, more than happy to peel my tired eyes open at the arse-crack of dawn so I’d be back in time to have breakfast with my mother.

But this time was different. It was Friday and I had the next day off. I could stay. I could wake up with Liam. No one would dare come knocking at my door for anything other than an emergency and Tennyson always phoned first. We could be together until Liam had to meet with my father around eight thirty. And I was stupidly happy about the idea.

Because, for all of those nights we’d been together, Liam had continued to keep things light between us. A little frotting. A ton of exploring. A few hand jobs. My first start-to-finish blow job from him, which had been pretty mind-blowing, and a lot of kissing and making out.A. Lot.But I hadn’t been allowed to return the blow job yet. I’d been allowed to play with Liam’s dick in my mouth, but he always pulled back before I got too far—like he didn’t want to scare me off.

The slow pace both surprised and frustrated me. I’d expected Liam to want more, but it had been me doing the pushing and him insisting we take things slow. But I was done with all that. This was our seventh night together. I was way past ready to have Liam’s cock in my mouth for the full ride, and nothing was going to stop me.

Liam just didn’t know it yet.

“Use your teeth, baby,” he directed, because of course he did, the bossy fucker.

I grinned around his nipple. There was a lot to love about putting myself in Liam’s hands. No second-guessing what I was doing. No need to come up with my next move. No worrying if I might get it wrong.

Liam was crystal clear about what he liked and when he liked it, and that made everything easy. And he was also a generous lover in return—constantly checking that I was on board with whatever he was doing, which I was because, hey, I’m not crazy. The guy had some serious skills between the sheets.

I nibbled and licked and grazed his nub with my teeth until he was gasping in pleasure.

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