My whole body erupted into chills. His tongue probed along the base of my breast, sliding up onto my nipple, as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Are you sure we’re alone?” I asked, not really caring about the answer. He peeled my sweater off completely and dropped it on the ground.
“Mhmm…” he murmured, mouth full of breast. He was like a radiator, body blazing with fists of fire. Each motion drew out the cold and replaced it with an intense desire. I pulled off his shirt. As if he could read my mind, he wrapped his arms around me again, extinguishing my chills.
“Do you want me?” he asked, barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation I moaned, “Of course I do.” His hands hooked behind my knees as he lifted me up against the shelves. My ass rested on the edge, his erection grinding with need between my thighs. He tilted me up again only to peel my pants off before setting me back on the cool steel surface. His cock was wound hard against my clit, rubbing unbridled with need. I felt exposed, completely naked amid my sterile surroundings, but so alive. Aware. Raw. Liam turned and swept the dessert cart, knocking all of the contents to the ground before snatching me off the shelf. He rested me on my back and quickly dropped his pants. The surface was frigid but the warmth from him sliding between my legs was more than enough. He entered me gently at first, filling my most intimate place with his substantial girth. It felt intoxicating. Easing in and out, he draped my legs over his shoulder while gripping my ankles.
“Damn, Claire,” he groaned, thrusting harder. The cart started to wobble under the momentum as he buried deeper inside of me. “You feel incredible.” He slid his hand down the inside of my thigh, resting his thumb on my folds. Stroking me in rhythm with his thrusts, my breath suddenly caught in my chest.
“You like that?” I gasped drawing my hands across my breasts before playing with my nipples. The action drove Liam wild. He split my legs open, resting each ankle on his shoulders.
“You’re so fucking hot. Play with yourself for me.” I was about to explode, but I obliged as I pinched my nipples. Pleasure surged through me. I tried to grip the cart but it was too late. My thighs shook as my hips tremored against his and I cried out.
“Oh, Liam!” He pressed a finger down against my lips, giving me a crooked smile. Another orgasm rocked my body but he continued to pump in and out of me. My breathing grew stagnant. The cart ceased to wobble. He gripped me tightly one last time before giving in to his climax. Leaning over, he brought his lips firmly to mine, pressing his tongue passionately into my mouth. Our chests heaved in unison.
“That was…”
“Amazing,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I drew him in for one more kiss before he hoisted me off the cart and set me on my feet. My breathing had evened out a little by now but my legs were still weak. Shaking with exhaustion, Liam caught me before I collapsed.
“You okay, tiger?” he asked with a reckless chuckle. He kissed me on the forehead before I could answer. “Let’s get you home.”
When we arrived back at the apartment Liam walked me to the door.
“Thanks for humoring me tonight,” he said, giving a subtle wink. “I had a nice time.” He clasped my hand before kissing me tenderly on the cheek. “Goodnight, Claire.” As he turned to leave, I was reminded of the excitement we shared in the fridge.
“Stay,” I called. His head turned slightly over his shoulder. “Stay with me.” This time the words came out more as a plea. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a man of his caliber in my bed.
He scooped me up in his arms and whispered in my ear, “As you wish.”
6
The sun blaring through the window of my fourteenth floor high rise was enough to wake me up. I probed for another pillow feeling only empty space on the other side of the bed. He was gone. The night had been perfect so of course it would end like this. No breakfast. No note. I pulled the blankets over my head and allowed myself a moment to wallow. I should have known better. He was successful, charming, and too good to be true. My phone emitted a soft chirp causing my heart to skip a beat. It was Jill. We had talked on and off since the Lucca incident and I had resigned myself to the fact that maybe he was a good man after all.
“Hello?” I answered, trying to mask my sleepy tone.
“Claire. What are you doing tonight?” She sounded manic as ever, occasionally shouting out directions to voices in the background. It was Thursday.
“Nothing,” I grumbled pulling the covers back over my head. If there was ever a time to get a life, it was now.