He cooked.
“No.” I smile. I’m not actually hungry after the headache and vomiting, but he went to the trouble, and I don’t want to seem rude.
“Take a seat.” He gestures to the breakfast bar.
I walk over and sit up on one of the stools. I watch while Liam dishes the stir-fry into two bowls. He brings them over, putting one in front of me. Then, he gets two forks from a drawer and hands one to me.
“This looks really good,” I tell him. And it does. Smells good, too. My stomach rumbles in appreciation, which surprises me, as I normally struggle to eat after I’ve had an episode.
“Do you want something to drink?” Liam asks me.
“Water would be great.”
He goes over to the refrigerator and gets two bottles of water. Taking the seat beside me, he hands me one of the bottles.
“Thanks.” I unscrew the cap and have a drink. I put the water down and start in on my stir-fry. “This is really good,” I tell him around my first mouthful.
“I’m glad you like it.” He smiles over at me.
“You like to cook?”
“I do.” He nods. “I just don’t get a lot of time to do it.”
“You should make more time. You’re really good.”
“Wish I could, but work takes precedence. I find it hard to delegate. So, cooking, like everything else, goes by the wayside.”
“But you make time to pick up strange women on airplanes and bring them back to your place?” I raise my brow, smiling.
“Oh, I always find time to do that, especially when those strange women are as hot as you.” The heated tone in his voice leaves me squirming in my seat.
We finish up our food, and I help Liam clean up.
I’m just loading up the last dish into the dishwasher when I feel him come up behind me, his hands taking ahold of my hips.
My heart pauses and then jumps, and my pulse starts to race.
I turn and look at him over my shoulder. Our eyes connect, the air suddenly becoming very thick between us.
I straighten up.
Liam moves me around to face him. His hand lifts to my ponytail. He tugs the tie out and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Are we done with the small talk and pleasantries?” he asks, low.
I swipe my tongue over my lower lip, loving the way his eyes flare at the movement. “Yeah, we’re done.”
“Good because I want you in my bed. Now.”
He grabs my ass and lifts me off the floor, and my legs wrap around his waist. He captures my mouth in a hot kiss as he starts to walk through his apartment. He carries me into his darkened bedroom and deposits me onto his extremely large bed.
“This is a big bed,” I comment.
“It is, and I’m going to make you come on every inch of it.”
Holy shit.
Liam reaches out, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my leggings. He pulls them down my legs, tossing them to the floor. My panties are next to go.
My legs start to tremble, my stomach doing cartwheels, in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
Liam’s hand goes to his crotch, and he cups his dick through his pants as he stares down at me.
So, so hot.
“Boston, I’m going to lick you so good, and make you come so fucking hard that you’re going to be begging me to fuck you.”
I’m pretty sure he’s right. I’m close to begging already, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
He’s going to go down on me.
A man who looks like him is going to take my oral virginity.
I send up a silent prayer. Thank you, God. I know I don’t deserve it, but thank you.
“Take your top off.” His voice is commanding and sends me to attention.
I scramble to take it off, removing my bra as well. I chuck them to the floor.
His eyes are pinned on my breasts when he says, “Spread your legs.”
God, he’s so dominant, and it’s incredibly sexy.
Doing as he says, I part my legs.
“Wider.”
I part them wider, and I don’t even feel embarrassed. Just ready. So very ready to get this party started.
Liam leans forward. Sliding his hands under my thighs, he pulls me down the bed until my ass is on the edge.
He gets down to his knees. I can’t take my eyes off him.
This is really going to happen.
“You’re wet for me.” It’s not a question.
I’m clearly wet—dripping, in fact.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he tells me as he runs a finger through my folds, making me tremble.
Then, he puts that finger in his mouth and sucks me off of him.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“You ready to have your mind blown, Boston?”
I’m staring at him, dumbstruck. My heart is beating out of my chest.
He’s so beautiful. And he’s kneeling there, between my legs, wanting to pleasure me.
Finding my voice, I whisper, “Do your worst.”
His lips lift at the corners. “Trust me when I say, it’ll be the best. The best you will ever have.”
Then, he leans forward and puts his mouth on me.
And everything else ceases to exist.
“Oh my God.” My head falls back onto the bed, and my fingers grip the duvet covering the bed.
Liam licks a path up my center. My body shudders, and my toes curl.
I’ve never felt anything like it. There are no words to describe how amazing this feels.
All thoughts and feelings have narrowed down to that one small place on my body and what Liam’s skilled tongue is doing to it right now.