Page 82 of Blakely and Liam
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it behind him, then he tossed his wallet and keys on the side table, then pushed down his pants and his underwear and I got a full glimpse of his erect and majestic form as he climbed on the bed. “You are so hot, Liam, holy cannoli, I — want my dress on or off?”
“Off.”
I rolled to my front. “Unzip, please.”
He unzipped and I struggled my dress off over my head and down my arms and tossed it to the side and then I peeled a last bit of breast-tape off, crumpled it up, and tossed it toward the window. “That was not graceful but I don’t care.” I rolled onto my back and he was slack-jawed looking at me.
“Blakely, ye are...”
“What — tell me.”
“Ye are everythin’ I want.”
I ran a hand down his cheek and looked in his eyes. “You think?”
“I know.” His hand dove between my legs and his breathing quickened.
I whispered, “We’re moving very fast past kissing.”
“Aye, we are goin’ all the way past.”
