Page 74 of Fix Them Up
‘You have no idea.’ He leaned forward, bringing his lips back to my neck, my collarbone. I guided his hands up to my breasts, and he caressed my nipples, and then he pinched, making me gasp.
‘I could get off to that noise,’ he said, his eyes meeting mine, molten. I began to unbutton my pyjama top, slowly, watching Liam’s face track every movement. His eyes tracked my breasts covered by my lace T-shirt bra. I knew he could see my nipples through the material by the way his eyes melted like chocolate. His hands trailed my waist, coming up and up, grazing over my nipples, making me squirm, needing more. I clasped my legs together, desperate. Liam watched the movement, a small smile on his lips.
‘Can I?’ he asked, and I nodded.
Liam pulled down my bra and pinched and teased. Then, he lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth, making me arch.
‘Beautiful,’ he murmured into my skin, ‘so fucking beautiful.’
‘Liam –’
One of his hands made its way up my thigh, under my shorts, but lingered there. Waiting. Teasing.
‘Please,’ I panted, the cold of Liam’s kitchen counter burned under my thighs.
‘What do you need?’ he asked, gently biting, inciting a gasp from me. ‘I want to hear it.’
‘Touch me. Please.’
Liam hummed in appreciation, as if he liked those words on my lips. He pulled my shorts down in one quick movement. He was just how I imagined. Confident. Maybe a little cocky.
‘Kat.’ Liam’s voice was a warning.
‘Yes.’
‘Are you aware you aren’t wearing anything under these shorts?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you walked into my kitchen like this?’ Liam’s head half collapsed onto my chest, giving me a sharp bite under my breast. A punishment. A reward. I wasn’t sure which.
‘I wasn’t expecting this to happen,’ I said, my voice low.
‘You’re a tease,’ he murmured as he dropped a kiss on my thigh. He kept kissing his way up to my left hip. Then my right. Kept his hands and his mouth away from where I wanted him so badly.
‘Liam,’ I murmured, followed by a noise I’d never heard from my mouth before.
Liam chuckled, happy to take his time. He planted a kiss on me right above my clit, and I gasped. My hands went to his hair, pulling. Unconsciously, I opened my legs further and splayed on his counter.
‘So responsive,’ Liam said, lowering his mouth to plant another closed-mouth kiss on me. I moaned and glanced down to see Liam pressing himself into the counter like he was as desperate as me. Liam brought up his hands and ran his thumb across my clit, circling slowly, painfully.
‘Yes,’ I murmured. ‘More.’
Liam sped up slightly and kissed my thigh again. He kept at the pace until I was panting, my pleasure spiralling up my spine.
‘Kat,’ Liam asked through the haze, ‘can I taste you?’
‘Yes.’
Liam slurred something like ‘thank god’ and lowered his mouth to me, swiping his tongue with precision. He hummed approvingly as he pushed his finger inside me, making me pull harder at his hair. I came, my hips rose off the counter, and I tried to hold back the moan, with little success.
It was white-hot and blissful.
Liam held me through it, murmuring words I couldn’t comprehend, then gently kissed my throat, cheeks, and eyelids. Once my heart rate slowed, I sat up. Liam’s gaze flickered over my face, taking me in. His chest was rising and falling, and I could see his pulse race in his throat. I reached for him, but he held my arms again.
‘You know you’ve ruined my kitchen. I won’t be able to look at this counter without remembering you spread out on it.’
He grinned. He looked so happy. Devastatingly happy. His gaze darted around my face like he was trying to memorise this moment.
