“Well, I thought it would be more fun if you undressed me.”
The predatory look in his eyes has me stepping back toward the bed, and it sets off a swarm of butterflies in my belly, which are quickly heading south.
“I want you to undress for me. Strip. Now,” he orders, his arms folding over his broad chest.
God, I want to strip him out of that sexy suit of his.
“Bossy,” I mutter.
“I didn’t hear you complaining last night when my head was between your legs, making you come. Now, take off your fucking clothes.”
After that little speech, I have nothing…nothing but wet panties and hard nipples.
My hands go to the zipper on my skirt, and I slowly lower it. I push the fabric down over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. I step out of it. I pull my top off over my head and drop it on top of the skirt, leaving me standing here, in my underwear.
His eyes darken with appreciation. And, in this moment, I’ve never felt sexier and more powerful.
“Underwear as well.” His commanding eyes meet with mine.
I remove my bra first, loving how his eyes go to my breasts and seem to get stuck there. I hook my thumbs in the elastic of my panties and shimmy them down my legs, toeing them off to the side.
The shy part of me wants to cover my body with my hands, but I refuse to be that shy girl.
Especially not with the way that Liam is looking at me right now—with absolute appreciation for my body.
There is nothing more empowering than having a man look at you like Liam is looking at me.
In this moment, I’m not Taylor Shaw, brain tumor girl.
I’m Taylor Shaw, sex goddess.
With that bolstering my confidence, I say, “Now that you have me naked, what are you going to do with me?”
Liam unfastens his eyes from my breasts and pins me with a hot stare. “Things that will have you coming for days. Now, get on the fucking bed.”
I scramble up onto the bed without hesitation.
Eager? Hell yes, I am. I know how this man fucks—hot and hard and thorough.
Liam toes off his shoes and yanks off his tie. After removing his jacket and vest, he then takes off his cuff links, putting them on the nightstand by the bed.
He unfastens his pants, pulling his shirt free. Unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt, he reaches back and pulls it over his head.
I stare unashamedly at his chest. I didn’t get to appreciate it in the darkness of his room last night.
But, now, I’m seeing, and holy hell am I appreciating.
He’s cut and ripped. All the way down to his V.
He is a man who works out and reaps the rewards for it.
Well, I’m the one currently reaping those rewards.
Liam has a man’s body. A real man’s body.
There’s no waxed chest here. There’s hair smattering his chest and a happy trail leading all the way to the promised land.
I’ve never been a chest-hair-on-a-guy kind of girl. I’m now officially converted.
All I want to do is run my tongue over that chest hair and follow that happy trail down into those pants to what I know awaits me there.
“Like what you see?”
I lift my eyes to his. “Very much so. But some of you is still covered.” I gesture to his pants. “Take off your fucking pants, Hunter.”
He grins at me. It’s a lazy but oh-so sexy grin.
“I want you to take them off for me.” His words are very distinct. He steps toward the bed, so he’s standing by the edge of it.
Getting up on my knees, I reach for his zipper and lower it. The sound is loud in the silence.
I slip my hands into the back of his pants and push them down, letting them fall to the floor.
Liam kicks them off to the side.
I slide my fingers into the waistband of his boxer shorts and tug them down.
His cock springs free.
And then I’m just too distracted to get his boxers fully off.
I can’t take my eyes off his cock.
It’s just so hard and big, and…there.
Liam removes his boxer shorts the rest of the way. I wrap my hand around his cock. He groans, his stomach muscles tensing.
I got that he was big from the feel of him inside me last night, but looking at his cock right now in the light of day, I’m wondering how the hell it actually fit.
Pre-cum beads on the tip, and my mouth waters to taste him.
I lean my head down and lick the tip, loving the shudder that runs through his body.
His fingers slide into my hair. “Suck it,” he rasps out the command.
I glance up at him. The look in his eyes…I’ve never seen a man look so on the edge of need.
I give him a seductive smile, and then I lower my mouth over his cock, taking him in.
I haven’t had a lot of experience with giving head. But I want this to be really good for Liam, so, I give it my all, wanting to make him feel as amazing as he makes me feel.
I wrap my hand around the base, jacking him off, while I suck him.
He seems to like it as his grip on my hair tightens, and he says, “Yeah, fuck, that’s it. Suck it harder.”
So, I suck harder.
His other hand takes ahold of my hair, and he starts fucking my mouth with his cock, hips pistoning back and forth. “Jesus…your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans.
I rest my hands on his hips, going with what he needs. His cock feels amazing, sliding between my lips.
Without warning, he pulls from my mouth, and then I’m none too gently pushed down onto the bed. He spreads my legs and gets down on his knees. His mouth is on my pussy in seconds, his tongue pushing inside me.