loud splat on the tile. I managed to get my tank top off, but when I struggled with my bra, I laughed again.
Liam spun me around, my back facing him. My hands found the cold tile and I braced myself against it, closing my eyes as he brushed my hair away from my shoulder and dropped his mouth to my skin. The dueling temperatures of cold tile, hot water, and his warm mouth made me tingly all over. It felt like we’d been building up to this moment ever since the first time we had locked gazes in the hotel bar.
One by one, he undid the hooks on my bra, and I dropped my hands to let the straps slide completely off my body.
His arms snaked around my middle, pulling me tight to him, his chest pressing into my back as his hands teased my nipples, squeezed my breasts, and his mouth nibbled the sensitive skin where my jaw met my neck.
Tossing my head back to rest on his shoulder, I surrendered to his hands and his mouth while my hips ground with his like a dance that was far too indecent for any club.
I rolled my head so that I could kiss his neck. Kissing turned to licking and that turned to Liam spinning me around so that we faced one another. He gazed down appreciatively and drew one finger from my navel to my chin, lifting it inch by inch until my mouth was his.
And that was precisely how I felt: his.
He pressed a hot kiss to my mouth and dragged the back of his fingers over my cheeks in a movement that was so tender it landed on my heart like he had pressed a bruise.
His fingers found the button on my shorts and unsnapped them. His followed shortly thereafter, both pairs pooled at our feet.
He was a fucking perfect male specimen. From his broad, muscled shoulders to thighs that looked like he could squat with a truck on his shoulders, to the lines of his abs and back up to the face that looked at me like I was oxygen and he couldn’t breathe—I was breathless myself.
It was so serious—the way he stared at me. Like he could reach inside of me and find an emotion I didn’t know I possessed and use it to his advantage, but there was that trust in knowing that he wouldn’t. He looked at me in a way that whispered of danger but screamed of hunger. I knew intimately I had never been looked at with such desire, with such reverence. If the world ended tomorrow, at least I knew what it was like to be looked at so longingly.
Liam dipped and lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist. With one hand, he turned off the shower and then opened the glass door, carrying me out of the bathroom all the way to the bed.
He laid me on the white comforter, and I pushed myself up so I could see him better.
“I feel like you’re giving me a standing ovation already,” I said, eyeing his dick meaningfully.
He grinned, striking me right in the heart. “I haven’t even given you cause to applaud yet.” He leaned over me, braced above me. “But don’t worry. It’s coming.”
I let out a low whistle, grateful for his humor—I needed a moment of levity. Just about any woman would want to be looked at the way Liam looked at me, but I wasn’t ready for it. “Your mouth can say some wicked things, right when I least expect it,” I told him.
“Yeah, well, wait until you experience the wicked things this mouth can do.”
He was already doing wicked things without even touching me. I’d never been more impatient in my life—and my impatience was legendary.
And it was as if he knew just how legendary it was, because he took his sweet time kissing my mouth, then my neck, then my breasts, my abs, and the hypersensitive skin below my belly button. He spent a long time there, much to my angst.
He tipped his face up so that his eyes locked with mine and his tongue slid just underneath the waist band of my thong. His hands grasped my hips, holding me firmly in place as his tongue traced my seam, over and under the thong. I couldn’t buckle like my body wanted. I couldn’t bring him closer. I was powerless. I was insanely turned on.