A shiver of delight ran down Emma's spine as Liam kissed her, the second time showing her that perhaps he was in the mood for more than sleep. Carefully she set aside her coffee and wound her arms around his neck, pressing closer. "Are you sure?" She murmured softly, gazing up into his eyes.
The sexy smile that crossed his lips made her laugh and with a little hop, she managed to wrap her legs around him. Big hands automatically grasped her firm bottom as she pressed her mouth to his again and again, sighed and moaning softly as her tongue traced against his own.
After spending so much time with Laura and Bonnie, part of her wanted to rub herself shameless against him, to rub her scent on him, to claim him as her own. She knew it was silly, but at that moment, with his hands on her body and his mouth tasting her own she didn't care.
Pulling back to breath in a breath, she tightened her legs and nipped at his bottom lip. His growing beard scrapped along her skin, but she didn't mind as she trailed her mouth over to his ear, breathing softly as she nipped at his earlobe and then dipped down over his neck. "Well come on then...take me to bed and tuck me in." She teased with a soft laugh.
Feeling safe and secure in his arms, she leaned back to look at him. Her smile was teasing, her eyes sparkling and her breaths already a little uneven. She was flushed and eager, happy to finally be alone with him again.
****
In moments she was as excited as a young girl and had jumped up into his arms. She was giggling and laughing and he hung onto her as she wrapped her legs around him.
They kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed....
Hansen smiled, each of his hands holding onto one of her small firm butt cheeks. He couldn't remember being this happy. He might have been.
Once.
But he couldn't remember when.
He kissed the top of her head, his face lost in her brown hair.
"Irish...." he murmured.
Oh please. You have to be kidding me....
Fuck off.
It's worse than the movies Jimmy plays. Give me a break.
I will, mate. Don't you worry, I will. A long break.
You're mad.
Yeah. Mad....
He pulled his head back so he could look into her eyes.
"Sorry about the stubble," he said. "I've been kinda busy."
He smiled at her again and kissed her on the lips lightly, running down to her chin and then leaning her back and kissing her on the neck.
"I could always stop. It's not like we're shackled anymore."
He winked at her.
"But I
am
a man of action and it might be difficult for you to get away...."
He didn't wait for her answer. He carried her towards the bed, not even feeling her weight in his arms.
"I'll tuck you in, Irish."
He winked at her and laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. He looked down at her.
Young. Smart. Brave.
All his.
Hansen lay over her, their lower bodies pressed together on the edge of the bed and his arms rested beside her shoulders, holding him up. He leaned his head down so that their noses were nearly touching and he whispered to her.
"Now, I might be getting old," he said tilting his head. "And maybe my ears are shot. But I could have sworn that I heard you say you wanted me to tuck you in."
He paused.
"Well, I'm sure I can give you a damn good tucking. It's a specialty of mine."
He kissed her mouth hungrily, his body pressing into hers.
It was good to be alone. Finally....
Fuck me. They had to put me in the head of a Barbara Cartland character....
****
She knew he was struggling inside, but he was being playful and sweet, his voice dipping just a hint and making her shiver with anticipation. They were fully clothed, but her body was already humming. His kisses made her melt, the scratch of his rough stubble strangely erotic on her sensitive skin.
Beneath his solid body, Emma melted, her legs tightening around his lean hips as he took her breath away with his mouth. A soft whimper filled the air as their tongue met, thrusting and toying, curling around one another. Her fingers slid through his short hair and flexed, torn between caressing and gripping him to her so he wouldn't move.
"Liam..." She sighed, her body restless under his. Hips moved, wanting to get more contact, the core of her body aching with need. Everywhere he touched her, Emma felt ready to burn. Beneath her thin bra, her breast ached, nipples tight and poking eagerly through the material of her shirt, outlined shamelessly.
When the kiss broke off, her eyes were already a little dazed, her lips swollen and moist. "So far, your good night kisses are good...but I'm still not tucked and wearing way too many clothes." She teased, a small laugh bursting past her lips as she tugged at his shirt. He relented, letting her pull it over his head before she tossed it to let it land wherever.
Small softly hands slid over his skin. He was so warm and solid, his flesh smooth and tight over hard muscle. She wanted to map his body, enjoying the flex of his muscles moving under her fingers as they danced lower, his abs shuddering as she reached his pants. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she gaze up at him oh so innocently. "Maybe I should see if you can perform the task at hand, Liam...you did say you were getting old..." She taunted some more, an impish grin lighting up her already happy face.
****
"Old indeed," he said, smiling at her. "I'll show you old...."
Her smooth hands ran over his bare torso and he could feel the familiar stirrings she brought out in him. Looking down at her, smiling back at him and laying on the bed with her legs wrapped his hips, he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist his urges for long. They were no longer shackled, but they would be joined tighter than ever. They had a job to do, he realized, but it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
Yeah, what a focused combatant you are. Blaxland wants to toast your ass and all you want to do is get some scientist ass.
