Page 12 of Not That Impossible

He was pressed against me from ankle to mouth. I had the door at my back, Liam at my front, and I was comprehensively pinned.

I loved it.

Oh, god, I loved it so much.

He had an arm around my waist. He gave me a yank forward, enough to shove his hand down behind me to palm my butt, and he groaned into my mouth. I moaned helplessly in response.

I had never been wrangled like this in my life.

I shuddered with the thrill of it. I’d studied a number of martial arts as I built my personal trainer skills portfolio. I was pretty hot shit at jiu jitsu and Muay Thai. I wasn’t unused to being close to another man, let alone another man trying to immobilise me.

But this wasLiam.

And it wasn’t competitiveness driving him, or me. It was desire.

My body went soft and pliant in a dizzying rush. He kissed me and kissed me. A hand at my hip encouraged me to tilt my pelvis into his. Yes! I thought happily. Let’s rub off on each other!

Liam had something else in mind.

He pushed the towel up my thighs, and pulled back from my eager mouth to stare into my eyes as he did it.

I shivered from the overwhelming sexiness of the moment.

I was the first to admit that I wasn’t all that sophisticated when it came to sex. Mostly my experience centred around handjobs, blowjobs, and the occasional penetration when I could talk myself into it. I wanted to be the one on the bottom, but I’d only managed it a couple of times. In general, guys seemed to want me to fuck them rather than the other way around.

So having Liam’s stormy blue-grey eyes simmering mere inches from mine as he dragged the towel up, having him cataloging my response, seeing his kiss-swollen lips hitch at one side in a pleased, lopsided smile, was overwhelming.

And that is why a terrible, needy little whine came out of my throat.

It horrified me, but Liam seemed to like it.

His hard hands gently stroked up to cup my bare buttocks, one in each palm. His smile grew as he leaned in and kissed me again.

With his hold on my arse, he pulled me rhythmically into him over, and over, and over.

It was too much.

I broke away and my head fell back with a soft thud against the door as I gasped up at the ceiling unseeingly. Liam went for my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses into my heated skin, grazing with his teeth.

“Liam,” I said. “Liam.”

He murmured something I couldn’t hear against my throat. The neck kisses became softer, lighter.No. Was he stopping? I couldn’t bear for him to stop. I wasn’t even thinking about orgasms, I just wasn’t ready to not be in his arms anymore.

I yanked off my towel.

He stilled against me, breathing hard.

I bumped my hips into him, slid my hands along his jaw to hold his face, and kissed him as sweetly as I’d always dreamed of kissing a man.

He braced his hands against the door either side of my head, arms tucked close and pressing against me. I felt the fine tremor of tension in his body.

“Liam,” I whispered against his mouth.

He grabbed me.

He literally hauled me away from the door, locking one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulders. There was more of the dizzying manhandling that was now my absolute favourite thing in the world, other than his mouth on mine, and then we were in my tiny sitting room and falling to the sofa.

I hitched my legs up and wrapped them tight around his hips. I held his face again, pulling our mouths back together. He braced over me, squashing me into the cushions.

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