Atonement(29)

“What do you think?” Liam inquired as he strode closer to me and invaded my personal space. “It’s a bit swankier and less sterile than my brother’s pad but it’s still pretty cool, right?”

I stared into those gorgeous sky blue eyes of his and smiled. “Yes, it’s very nice.”

He slid his hands around my waist and held me close to him. I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, Armani Code Ultimate, a sensuous and sexy fragrance that seductively teased my nostrils. “You know what is even better than all this crap I’ve filled my condo with to impress the ladies and my boys?”

“I wouldn’t have a clue,” I remarked in a sarcastic tone.

“You. Holding your body like this and having you so very close to me.” He sighed despondently. “It’s a damn shame you are so in lust with my brother because I would take you in a heartbeat but since that isn’t a possibility…how about one night? It could be our little secret. No one else has to know and as far as everyone is concerned, I dropped you off and you went to bed,” he explained in a calm and fluid voice which drove me over the brink.

“Is this a yes or no question?” I wondered out loud.

“Not particularly, no. I usually want what I want and I am hoping you will acquiesce. I wouldn’t force myself on you but you must feel what exists between us. I haven’t been alone in imagining your attraction for me.”

“No, you aren’t but at the same time, I’m not a dog and I’m not going to ‘sit’ just because you tell me to either,” I finally said, my eyes never wavering from his own.

Liam grabbed me by the back of my neck and brought me in for a kiss. It was soft, feathery, and light at first but the moment his tongue reached for mine through my open mouth, it became animalistic and bruising. His touch was electric, from the way his other hand trailed down the side of my little scarlet flared-hem bandage dress and gently touched my thigh to the way he controlled our kiss entirely.

When he pulled away and I could finally come up for air, a straggled breath I was barely aware of holding until now, he kissed my neck as his nimble fingers undid the clasp at the base of my neck before he unzipped the dress from the back. He pulled the sleeves of the dress down and my breasts were immediately bared to him as it wasn’t the kind of dress you could wear a bra with unless you wanted it on display.

His hands were immediately at my breasts, squeezing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed me passionately, his tongue claiming my mouth as his own yet again.

I knew we’d both passed the point of no return and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t want him to stop or slow down. My sex throbbed clear from my swollen clit all the way to my aching womb which felt so empty at this moment and wanted to be full with a man, this man in particular.

Liam bent and sucked on my left nipple as he continued to squeeze the other, almost to the point of it being painful but it felt so pleasurable to have his warm mouth on my body, I lost all sense of time and control.

As he switched breasts and sucked on my right nipple while teasing with left one, still slick from his saliva, his other hand wandered underneath my dress, slid aside my matching scarlet thong and caressed the folds of sex before he allowed his middle finger to enter me and finger-f*cked me in a slow teasing endeavor as his thumb seductively massaged my clit.

I stood there, almost shell-shocked by the pleasure and buried the feeling of impending guilt. It nagged and ate away at some part of me but I could deal with it tomorrow when I was stone cold sober.

He picked me up and took us to his bedroom where he stood me back up, slipped my dress with care from my body before he pushed me down on the bed. The same care he’d taken with my dress, he took with slipping off my shoes and setting them on the floor.

Liam kissed his way up my body and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation and surrendered myself to the moment. Then he spread my legs and slipped my thong off. My whole body was bare to him, especially the moist, swollen sex between my legs which throbbed painfully and wanted, needed his touch so desperately, it was hard for me to control myself.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered and I finally did.

He stood before me and slipped out of his black dressy shirt before he slid off a pair of expensive black jeans. He wore no underwear and his cock jutted out painfully hard against his skin. He had absolutely no shame or compunction about sliding his fingers between my moist sex and using the lubricant to caress his cock with one of his hands.