The Dating Plan(52)
“If we’re going to do this, we need rules,” she said as he reached for the bottom of her shirt.
“What rules?” He eased her shirt up, the tips of his fingers skimming over her bare skin, fuzzing her brain. She grabbed his hand, holding it in place. If she let him touch her again, she wouldn’t be able to say what needed to be said.
“It’s just one time. No strings. No expectations. No feelings. No long cuddles. It’s just sex. Like any other hookup.” She released his hand and he tugged her shirt up, exposing more of her skin.
“You aren’t any other hookup to me, Daisy, and I won’t pretend you are. But I can give you everything else, if that’s really what you want.”
“It is.” Did he sense her hesitation? Hear the lie?
He yanked her shirt over her head, and a giddy feeling of anticipation rippled over her skin at the thought of Liam’s hands on her body, of being wrapped in the strength of his arms.
“What the hell?”
Too late, she remembered she was wearing her Iron Man bra, a red and gold mask covering each breast, silver eye slits glaring into the great beyond—or in this case, at the man who had dared take off her clothes.
Liam barked a laugh. “Is that meant to scare dudes away?”
“You know I like the Avengers.” She shrugged. “I just wasn’t expecting to be . . . sharing the visual.”
“So I see.” His hands closed over her breasts. “I’m going to cover his eyes. I can’t perform if Iron Man is watching.”
“Afraid you won’t measure up?”
“More like I’m afraid he might break down the door and take me out.”
She’d been waiting so long for his touch, imagined it so many times in so many different ways that her breath left her in a rush. Wild, crazy energy sparked inside her, and she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, the way he caressed her, the skitter of her pulse beneath her skin, the length of his cock, hard and thick between her thighs.
She wanted him closer, wanted to feel the press of his naked body against hers. She’d never been with a man like Liam—all power and muscle with a force of presence that filled a room. “I think we need to say goodbye to Iron Man,” she murmured, opening her eyes.
With a quick flick, he unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement. “You are more beautiful than I imagined.” He tossed her bra on the floor. “And your skin . . . Christ, it shimmers like gold.”
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her nipple, hot and wet and sucking with gentle pulls. She unraveled in an instant, sliding her fingers through his soft hair as she rocked her hips on his cock.
“Fuck, Liam.” As a rule, Daisy didn’t often use the word fuck. With over a million total words in the English language, there were many better ways to express oneself, but when the man of her teenage fantasies was sucking on her nipples while squeezing her ass and grinding his thick cock against her, fuck was the perfect word to express both her emotional state—impatient, needy, and flying on an endorphin high—and her hopes for the future.
“Hold on, sweetheart.” He released her nipple with a shuddering breath. “I’ve waited so long for this, I want to take my time.” Pulling back, he trailed one finger down her middle. She tensed when he reached her belly, but if he noticed he had to double dip along the way, he didn’t seem to care.
“Who am I going to find under here?” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts. “Is Iron Man guarding the Dream Lab?”
The ring of the doorbell startled her, sending her heart into overdrive. Liam froze beneath her.
“Were you expecting someone?”
“No.” Daisy jumped up to peek through the curtains, her stomach sinking when she saw four of her aunties at the door. “It’s my aunties, Liam. You can’t be here.”
Liam groaned and threw a hand over his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious.” Daisy scooped her bra and shirt off the floor. “I’m a single desi woman. If they found you here like this . . .” She shuddered. “I can’t even imagine the fallout.”
“I thought you wanted to be ruined.” Liam sat up on the couch and pulled on his boots as she raced around picking up the dishes, soda cans, and chip bags from their night of indulgence.
“Not this way. I want to be properly ruined.”
“Clearly I didn’t appreciate the nuance of your ruination.” He cocked his head to the side, frowning. “I hear drums.”
“They’ve sent someone to knock on the back door.” Heart thundering, she quickly dressed. “You’ll have to go out the window in Sanjay’s room like you used to do when you two sneaked out at night.”
His eyes widened. “You knew about that?”
“You weren’t quiet. I used to watch you from the bathroom window, or sometimes I’d go into Sanjay’s room and watch you from there.”
After a quick check of the room, she raced down the hallway, shouting in the general direction of the door. “Hi, aunties. I’m coming. Just getting dressed.”
“I like this view,” Liam panted as he followed her up the stairs, one hand caressing her ass. “I was hoping to see more of it, but without the shorts.”