“Immediately.”
“Let’s go inside, okay?”
I nodded my agreement.
“Couch or bed?”
Not the bed, not yet. A tiny tingle of apprehension crept in, but I pushed it back. “Couch.”
He led me to the couch, and I sat in the corner before popping back up. “Wait. I need to take my skirt off. I don’t—I don’t want you to go under it.”
Liam’s jaw tightened.
I reached up and held his face. “I want this.”
He nodded and forced out a sad smile, and then he kissed me, his hands gripping my shoulders. “Take your skirt off,” he whispered against my lips without breaking the kiss.
With shaky hands, I quickly—eagerly—slid my skirt off, and my panties with it, his lips and hands still on me, keeping our connection.
“Shirt?”
I pulled back to meet his gaze. “You take it off.”
Heat flared in his eyes, thank God. I needed him to enjoy this too. Not to have his head backthere. He grabbed the hem and pulled it over my head, his rough hands skimming over my skin.
“Bra too,” I said.
He unclasped my bra and pulled the straps down my arms, discarding it behind me. “You’re beautiful, Firefly,” he murmured.
His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I arched into him, craving more. He palmed my breasts, gently tweaking my nipples, and electricity shot through my body.
A breathtaking smile spread across his face. “Sit down, Firefly. Let me make you feel good.”
I sat in the corner of the couch, bracing for him, but to my surprise, Liam kneeled on the floor. I’m not sure how I thought this would go, but this was good. Better than I’d hoped. He kissed me, long and deep, caressing my breasts and driving me wild. Driving every thought out of my head.
He trailed kisses across my jaw and down my neck and then, oh God, on my breast. He closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked gently.
“Liam!” I grabbed his hair and held him to me. “More.”
He licked and sucked and nipped, looking up to hold my gaze with the hottest look I’d ever seen. My body was on fire. “Open your legs for me, Firefly.”
This was it. Please be good. Please don’t freak out.
I spread my legs, and with my nipple in his mouth, his hand in my hair, and his gaze holding me just as firmly, I felt his finger at my opening. A second later, he pushed into me.
I gasped, my hips coming up and every muscle in my body freezing.
Liam froze too. “Look at me,” he said gently. His face hovered above me. “Is this okay?”
“I think so…I think it feels good.”
His lips whispered over mine, and his finger flicked inside me. “Yeah? You like this?”
“Oh! Do it again.”
His finger moved inside me again and my hips rocked on their own accord, seeking more. He slid his finger out and pushed two back in. In and out.
It felt good. Thank God, it felt good. So good.