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my defenses.
It was a small part. The rest of me wanted him to fold his arms around me and hold me against the heat of his body for the rest of the day. And the night. And the next day.
"Come on, get your shoes and let's go."
"Go?" the word was alien to me. The word I liked most at that moment was Stay.
He saw the effect he had on me. A quick tug on my hand pulled me close again, and once more his mouth found mine.
His hands slid down my back, moving over the swell of my hips. Grabbing my ass, he pulled our hips together. Hard. I throbbed for him. Ached. Deep inside, deeper than I thought possible.
I felt him come oh-so-achingly close to tearing off my clothes right then and there, putting that creaking bed frame to the test. But close isn't all the way. And sometimes the smallest gap can feel like a Grand Canyon's worth of space.
Like then, when he forcibly parted our bodies. This time, he looked just as flushed as I felt. It was a good look on him. Clean and natural and without pretense.
"You're making this really difficult," he said. I could practically see his heart thumping against his ribs.
"Why does it have to be difficult?" I said, eager to escape school and papers and life for a few more blissful moments with Liam.
"Well, I wanted to get you out into the car before I said anything..." His cheeks dimpled with his smile. A somehow still vocal and cynical voice inside of me wondered how many women had fallen prey to those dimples and the eyes that sparkled above them.
I told that voice to shut up. Over thinking things had never helped me in the past. And I'd already promised myself to try and live more in the moment, to be impulsive, to try and enjoy what life had to offer.
"Say anything about what? What are you planning, mister?"
Liam traced the tip of one finger over my cheek, smoothing a few stray strands of hair back behind my ear, his hand cupping my jaw. I knew he could feel the way my pulse hammered beneath the thin and sensitive skin of my neck.
I closed my eyes again, letting myself fall into the moment again, fall into the sensation of the warmness of his palm.
"I couldn't stop thinking about something you said to me."
With my eyes closed like that, focusing my other senses, I got the full effect of that resonant voice of his. I smiled. "What did I say?"
"Come on out and I'll show you."
"Or we could just stay in..." Rationally, I knew that we shouldn't. I'd still only known Liam a handful of hours. I knew that we should take it slow. Yet I couldn't shake that impression that I'd known him my entire life, and that there was no reason to take it slow.
That hot throbbing started again.
"You have no idea how much that tempts me," Liam said, "But I really want to show you something."
"Okay," I said.
"Just like that? Okay?" he replied, his brow crinkling in a mix of surprise and confusion.
"Yeah, just like that. It's something I'm trying out." I left it at that, afraid he might tease me about my newfound decision to go with the flow for once. "So, what are you going to show me?"
Rather than say anything, he led me out of the apartment, letting me pull my shoes on first. I chose a pair of sensible and comfy flats, not entirely certain what it was he had planned. He gave me nothing to go on but a mischievous smirk.
The narrow staircase groaned and complained beneath our combined weight as we made our way down. At the bottom, he held the door for me and we stepped outside.
That grey BMW of his crouched at the curb, its modern-chic Euro appeal contrasting sharply with the old world visage presented by the cobbled, narrow street the bakery faced.
Out here, the warm and homely smell of the bakery was particularly strong and I thought momentarily about how much I now looked forward to the fresh-baked roll Mrs. Rosselini would be delivering tomorrow morning.
"So what is it?" I said, looking around. Aside from his car, I saw nothing that I didn't see every time I left my flat to go grab the bus for
It was a small part. The rest of me wanted him to fold his arms around me and hold me against the heat of his body for the rest of the day. And the night. And the next day.
"Come on, get your shoes and let's go."
"Go?" the word was alien to me. The word I liked most at that moment was Stay.
He saw the effect he had on me. A quick tug on my hand pulled me close again, and once more his mouth found mine.
His hands slid down my back, moving over the swell of my hips. Grabbing my ass, he pulled our hips together. Hard. I throbbed for him. Ached. Deep inside, deeper than I thought possible.
I felt him come oh-so-achingly close to tearing off my clothes right then and there, putting that creaking bed frame to the test. But close isn't all the way. And sometimes the smallest gap can feel like a Grand Canyon's worth of space.
Like then, when he forcibly parted our bodies. This time, he looked just as flushed as I felt. It was a good look on him. Clean and natural and without pretense.
"You're making this really difficult," he said. I could practically see his heart thumping against his ribs.
"Why does it have to be difficult?" I said, eager to escape school and papers and life for a few more blissful moments with Liam.
"Well, I wanted to get you out into the car before I said anything..." His cheeks dimpled with his smile. A somehow still vocal and cynical voice inside of me wondered how many women had fallen prey to those dimples and the eyes that sparkled above them.
I told that voice to shut up. Over thinking things had never helped me in the past. And I'd already promised myself to try and live more in the moment, to be impulsive, to try and enjoy what life had to offer.
"Say anything about what? What are you planning, mister?"
Liam traced the tip of one finger over my cheek, smoothing a few stray strands of hair back behind my ear, his hand cupping my jaw. I knew he could feel the way my pulse hammered beneath the thin and sensitive skin of my neck.
I closed my eyes again, letting myself fall into the moment again, fall into the sensation of the warmness of his palm.
"I couldn't stop thinking about something you said to me."
With my eyes closed like that, focusing my other senses, I got the full effect of that resonant voice of his. I smiled. "What did I say?"
"Come on out and I'll show you."
"Or we could just stay in..." Rationally, I knew that we shouldn't. I'd still only known Liam a handful of hours. I knew that we should take it slow. Yet I couldn't shake that impression that I'd known him my entire life, and that there was no reason to take it slow.
That hot throbbing started again.
"You have no idea how much that tempts me," Liam said, "But I really want to show you something."
"Okay," I said.
"Just like that? Okay?" he replied, his brow crinkling in a mix of surprise and confusion.
"Yeah, just like that. It's something I'm trying out." I left it at that, afraid he might tease me about my newfound decision to go with the flow for once. "So, what are you going to show me?"
Rather than say anything, he led me out of the apartment, letting me pull my shoes on first. I chose a pair of sensible and comfy flats, not entirely certain what it was he had planned. He gave me nothing to go on but a mischievous smirk.
The narrow staircase groaned and complained beneath our combined weight as we made our way down. At the bottom, he held the door for me and we stepped outside.
That grey BMW of his crouched at the curb, its modern-chic Euro appeal contrasting sharply with the old world visage presented by the cobbled, narrow street the bakery faced.
Out here, the warm and homely smell of the bakery was particularly strong and I thought momentarily about how much I now looked forward to the fresh-baked roll Mrs. Rosselini would be delivering tomorrow morning.
"So what is it?" I said, looking around. Aside from his car, I saw nothing that I didn't see every time I left my flat to go grab the bus for
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