How to Steal Your Best Friend's Fiancé - London Casey Page 0,74

hands touched my waist.

I felt his body gently starting to touch mine again.

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

No, Emily… you are not this person…

But, Emily… what if you are…

Liam turned me around.

Excuse me - I let him turn me around.

If I didn’t want to be turned around, I wouldn’t have been. If I didn’t want him to kiss me right then, I wouldn’t have let him.

And if I didn’t want to kiss him back, I wouldn’t have… kissed him back…

“How can this be a mistake, Em?” Liam whispered in between kisses.

His right hand moved down to the bottom of his shirt that I was wearing.

“Liam…”

“Okay, babe, tell me what to do,” he whispered. His lips moved along my neck to my left ear. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you. Tell me you don’t want me to taste you right now.”

I swallowed hard. I put my head back. “Oh, fuck, Liam…”

“That’s right,” he said. “It’s been so long, babe. Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue right now?”

The words hit my ears, making me blush at how blunt they were.

There was no dancing around it… and in my mind… picturing it…

His fingertips rested at my inner thigh, waiting for my answer.

I reached down and grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to my body.

Two fingers touched between my legs.

Liam groaned. “Yes, babe…”

He kissed my neck as his fingers enjoyed making playful circles, opening my folds, testing my body, seeking my clit, and not only finding it, but making circles there too.

I dug my heels into the kitchen floor and sucked in a breath as chills spread throughout my body, colliding with the heat.

My body was almost confused on what to think or feel…

All the while Liam had slowly begun to kiss down my chest.

When the shirt was becoming obviously in his way, his left hand opened one button at a time. As his hand moved to the next button, his lips kissed new, exposed skin.

I opened my mouth and had no words, air, nothing…

His fingers rolled over my clit, forcing my hips to buck with agreement.

My breasts were full, tender, aching to be touched and kissed.

Yet Liam kissed a straight line down my body, turning me on, pissing me off, torturing me all at once.

His shirt was fully open on me as he fell to his knees. My legs were open for him, my hands reaching back for the counter to keep myself balanced as I moved my hips forward, inviting him to have me.

That same line of kisses continued… down under my belly button… down to my soft mound… his hands moving from between my legs to the back of my legs…

As Liam dipped his mouth to my center, I managed to sigh.

I couldn’t stop from staring down at him, watching and feeling as his tongue flicked against my clit almost instantly.

I groaned and jumped forward, needing more.

Liam’s hands moved up to my ass, kneading into my skin, keeping my body tight against his mouth.

Liam began to kiss, tease and flirt, then actually pulled away with a wet sound that made me blush.

He looked up at me and grinned.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

“Still think this is a mistake, babe?” he asked.

I gritted my teeth. “I hate you right now.”

“But…?”

“Finish me right now,” I said.

I had no idea what broke inside me. An old, dusty switch was turned on. Maybe one that was never used before. My right hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against my pussy. I was in control just as much as he was.

His tongue went back to work, knowing right where to hit to make me come.

I felt the trail of kisses he left from my neck down to between my legs.

Standing in my kitchen, in the morning, wearing his shirt, knowing on some level this had to be wrong… but it just…

“Right there,” I groaned.

I picked up my left leg and moved it over Liam’s shoulder. My head fell back and I cried out with pleasure.

I wasn’t sure I could think of a better way to start a morning.

I looked at Liam’s shirt on the bed and smiled.

I looked at the messy bed and already knew I wasn’t going to make it.

What I didn’t look at was what was behind me.

That was Liam, coming closer to me again.

His hands touched my shoulders and eased around to the front of my body.

I was fully dressed (finally). He was too, minus the shirt on