Part 2 (1/2)

So I learned more about mysterious Mr. Baby-Blues. He didn't live here (but then again, neither did I). And he had a suite at a place called the Inn at the Roman Forum. A five star place, of course. We pulled up and I could actually see the lights the government used to illuminate the Coliseum. Which I actually hadn't been to see yet since arriving at the beginning of the school term.

I hadn't seen much of the city at all, really.

A valet came out and took the car and I forgot all that, though, suppressing the nagging, concerned voice at the back of my mind yet again.

We got into his room, the beep of his cardkey against the electric lock the sweetest sound I'd heard all evening. There was a fireplace. Several tapestries, all copies of various Renaissance artists.

There were large bay windows covered in sheer drapes through which I could see the Forum, but it registered as only an afterthought in my mind. The only piece of art I wanted to see that night was the sculpted body I'd felt beneath that Armani suit of his earlier.

And of course there was the bed, an enormous, decadent thing loaded with pillows and thousand-thread count sheets. He took me over to the bed but didn't throw me down onto it like I so desperately wanted him to.

But then his hands grabbed me, pulled me close. There were no more judging eyes anymore, just the two of us.

No one to see him take a handful of my hair and make a fist in it, the pressure it made it my scalp delicious. No one to see the way he canted my head back in his grip and kissed me on the mouth.

It was light at first, exploring. His stubble p.r.i.c.kled me again, those p.r.i.c.kles working their way down the front of my stomach, adding to the heat blossoming between my thighs.

The kiss deepened, our lips writhing together. G.o.d, his mouth was so hot on me. I groaned when he slid it down my neck, kissing my bare shoulder as he pulled the strap down my arm.

His fingers brushed back across my clavicle, dipping so achingly close to my chest, evoking an erotic response by avoiding the erotic areas of my body. For a few moments, anyway, while he could control himself.

How long that control of his impulses would last, I didn't know. But I didn't want him to control himself. I wanted him to lose himself in me just as badly as I wanted to lose myself in him.

His kisses became more desperate, then, as though he picked up on my desire.

”I need you,” he said.

”Then take me,” I breathed back. My breaths burned up through my throat. I didn't know my body could get this hot. But he'd stoked my fire so well back on that dance floor.

The barest hint of a smile touched his flushed lips at my response. He spun me around so that I faced away from him and pulled me against him, my shoulders touching his chest and my hips touching his.

His mouth kissed a line of fire along my shoulder, then up the side of my neck. I tilted my head, giving my body to him while his hands smoothed the front of my dress over my stomach again and again.

”Liam...” I said, reaching back with one hand, running my fingers up into his hair. It was as soft as I'd thought it might be, and he let out a low groan when I made a fist in that hair.

I heard the slithery sound of my zipper going down. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he smoothed the straps down my arms, leaving my biceps and forearms sprinkled with gooseb.u.mps.

My breaths came quick and hot when he slipped my dress down to the waist. Sensitive skin crinkled when the cool air touched my bared body. After several aching moments, his hands moved up the smooth skin of my stomach, sliding up to better cup and appreciate me.

His lips slid down my neck, down my shoulder blade, down the curve of my spine as he sank to his knees behind me.

And then he gripped my dress, pus.h.i.+ng his fingers down between the fabric and my skin. He bared me slowly, drawing the dress down until the silky material pooled around my ankles.

I thanked G.o.d at this point that I'd chosen not to wear my sensible underwear, choosing instead a much more barebones pair with lines and seams that wouldn't show through my dress.

And also that I'd showered and ran my razor over my calves and thighs. Calves and thighs which Liam proceeded to knead and ma.s.sage with those strong, hot hands of his. They worked up first one, then the other, stopping for a few agonizing moments before drawing closer and closer to my heat.

My heart quickened the nearer he drew. I gasped when he began following his hands with his lips.

The muscles low in my stomach, in my bottom, in the back of my thighs, began tightening.

The heat of his breaths against my inner thighs was almost too much to bear, my body responding in an instinctual, primal manner to his advances, his two steps forward, one back manner of teasing me up to incredible heights.

He almost finished me when he pushed his fingers down into the waistband of my panties and began drawing them down. He followed the waistband with his lips, too.

”Not yet,” he said, ”I'm not finished with you yet... I haven't even started yet.” There was a promise in his deep voice that electrified me, that had saliva squirting into my mouth as the hunger built within me. And then he lifted up my feet one at a time to slip my panties all the way off, his fingers like hot shackles around my ankles.

”When?” I replied, my voice husky with desire.

”When I say so. I've been wondering something about you since we danced,” he said, in between kissing up the back of my thighs.

”What's that?”

”How you taste,” he said.

He gave me no time to reply, pus.h.i.+ng me down onto the bed and flipping me over onto my back. He moved to sate his desire right away, finding the source of my heat, tasting me.

Liam really did know his way around a woman's body. Knew just where to kiss. How to put his tongue to good use. When to go faster and when to slow down.

He was also merciless, and it wasn't long before I had all my fingers threaded into his hair, my body bucking against the mattress while my climax tore through me, hot and unstoppable, every muscle in me tensing to the point of snapping before relaxing.

He wrung out every ounce of pleasure that I had in me and more besides. Like I said, merciless.

And he still wasn't done. He'd shrugged his jacket off quickly when we'd come into the suite, but still wore everything else. Standing from the foot of the bed, he grabbed his s.h.i.+rt and tore it open, the b.u.t.tons pinging off. The sudden, savage jerking motion left my heart pounding. That, and what I saw beneath the s.h.i.+rt.

Liam kept himself in shape. Abs everywhere, the shadows filling the little clefts between each individual muscle. A chest and a pair of shoulders that begged for me to touch and scratch them.

I couldn't resist sitting up and running my hands down those abs. Running them right down to his belt. He watched as I tugged the end out and then ripped the length of leather through its loops.

And then it was his turn for his clothes to pool around his ankles, the expensive fabrics not deserving of such indignity but neither of us caring.

He produced a condom from the nightstand, taking only a moment, building my need to desperate levels again through impatience.

Both of us on the bed, he urged my thighs apart and settled himself between them. When he sank into me, I gasped, my aching body not used to the touch of a man but needing it so badly.

He saw my expression and kissed my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and biting down on it gently before letting it slide out. We kissed again then, fiercely, as our two bodies joined into one.

He took control, took charge of my pleasure and his. Soon, beads of perspiration formed on our writhing bodies.

Effortlessly, he transitioned smoothly from one position to another. Working each angle, he found the positions that made me moan the most for him. Then, as he took me full force, I rode the waves of my climaxes higher and higher.

He took me every way I'd ever been taken before and more. Over me, beside me, behind me. In our embraces we kicked the bed sheets down off the bed.

The whole while, his curious hands explored me, sliding up and down my stomach, down between my thighs, turning my face to kiss him.