Lorena
I realize I must have dozed off, as the irritating voice of some telemarketing announcer penetrates my consciousness.
Why is it so cold in here?
My neck is stiff...
I sit up to try to sort it out and almost let out a scream. Liam is lounging on the armchair, across from me. The reflexion from the TV plays on the sharp angles of his features. His blue eyes are intense and bright in the dark, watching me.
I am dreaming,
is the first thing that comes into my mind.
My voice decides to go on vacation, together with my ability to think clearly, so all I can do is stare at him. He is wearing only his dark pants from earlier in the evening, no shoes. Long hair loose, falling around his shoulders, in glorious disarray. His wide, perfectly defined and smooth chest on display again, powerful arms resting on the sides of the chair. His posture is relaxed, but energy seems coiled around him, like a predator preparing to pounce.
Alarm bells go off faintly in my head. Still, all I can think is that he is, without a doubt, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life!
"You look lovely in your sleep..." his quiet voice is husky.
I probably should be terrified, but the situation is so surreal!
"Liam? I... What... How did you get in here?"
"So... did you have time to think?" he says, and walks over to me, ignoring my question.
"Am I dreaming?"
Liam kneels down on the floor, in front of where I sit, and smiles "Maybe we should let you believe that..." then, running his fingers gently down the side of my face, he murmurs "My sweet troublemaker..." and kisses me.
It's a completely different kiss from the ones on the park. He starts slow and tender, soft lips on mine, like he is giving me time to get used to the idea, to respond. I cant help but respond! He is so good at this! After a while, he cradles my face in his hands, and the kiss becomes more demanding, hungry, my heart starts pounding in my ears. By the time he tangles his fingers into my hair and drags me off the couch onto his lap, I am already lost. I bury my hands in his wonderful mane of hair and the kiss catches on fire. I cannot believe this is actually happening, but it's the best kiss of my life! It goes on forever, driving me to distraction, stripping me of any ability to question his presence here.
His lips leave mine for long enough to whisper "Your scent... it's magic..." then he runs kisses down my neck, burying his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.
"You are really here..." I tentatively touch my fingertips to his face, his shoulders; then run my fingers over his bare chest, down to his incredibly sculpted abs. His muscles ripple under my touch, convincing me of his reality. He talks about my scent! His is so deliciously masculine, it should be illegal!
Liam lifts his head and smiles at me; that slow, hot smile of his, making it difficult for me to breathe. "I just couldn't stay away..." he says and kisses me again.
His big hands find their way under my t-shirt, exploring.
Goodness... am I really doing this?!
Letting a stranger come into my house in the middle of the night and just... have me! After one date?!
This is madness!
Liam's hands stop, just short of touching my breasts and an unguarded moan of frustration leaves my lips.
Raining soft little kisses on the skin of my neck, he says "Nothing else needs to happen, angel. I just came for another goodnight kiss."
I let out a breathless laugh, understanding he must have caught on to my hesitation and is giving me a chance to say no, to take it slow. In the absurdity of the situation, the sweetness of it has my heart skipping even faster.
Madness or not, I want this.
I bring my hands to either side of his face, cupping his jaw, then touching his delicious lips again. Leaning back to look into his beautiful eyes, I say "Oh... I think I may need more than a kiss before I can say goodnight..." to make sure the message is clear, I kiss him like I am starving. I have never wanted sex more in my life.
He growls, sending shivers all over my body "Oh thank fuck! I want you so much, troublemaker..." then, raising from the floor with me in his arms as if I weight nothing, Liam walks towards my bedroom.
My mind is trying to bring some important information forward, I am supposed to say something, Then I remember: I have no protection in the house!
"I have it." he says in my ear.
We fall to the bed in a tangle and devour each other for a delicious long while. Liam is all lean muscle, and smooth, soft skin. My hands develop a mind of their own. I can't touch enough of him! And he is everywhere, taking control of my body. I seem unable to get enough air into my lungs in between his demanding, soul stealing kisses.
My t-shirt disappears like magic, Liam looks down at my body and then cups one breast in his hand, looking at my face while the pad of his thumb plays with my nipple. "I want to taste every inch of your skin..."
All I can do is moan, and hope he does just as he wants. I knew he would be good at this, by the way he kissed me on that beach, but the reality of him, skin to skin, is like nothing else I ever experienced.
Trailing kisses down my neck, my shoulders, his voice is low and husky, murmuring words of admiration my brain can't even process, in between licks and pulls of his mouth and tongue. When he latches on to a nipple, the pleasure shots straight to my core and I press myself against him, pleading for more.
His fingers find their way under my panties and my hips arch up to meet his hand. Each stroke is an explosion of sensation, driving me mad. He whispers "Hmm... you are so wet for me." Then, pulling on my hair, Liam locks his eyes on mine "So beautiful... I have dreamed about this."
I bury my face in his neck, moaning.
"Yes, angel. Tell me what you want."
Is he kidding?! I can't talk!
He intensify what his fingers are doing. Tearing a whimper of pure need out of me. I feel like I will die if he doesn't get inside me soon.
"Tell me."
"I want you..."
