I shook my head. “I wear them every day. Well, most days. It’s a little hot here.”
He swallowed. “You dress like this all the time? Under your uniform? When serving tea and coffee? When working with me?” His questions all came in a rush. I loved how I affected him.
I leaned forward, arching my back. “Yep. And now you know. You can imagine me serving you coffee in the cockpit in nothing but stockings and a corset.”
He growled and flipped me on my back. My shorts were off a moment later, my knickers followed a nano-second after.
I wriggled as he pressed his weight on me. The heat and length of his body erupted me from flame to bonfire. I moaned. Needing more. Needing him.
Liam disappeared and fumbled with his jeans on the floor. He popped back on the bed with a silver packet in his hand.
I sat up as he prowled toward me on the sheets. My hands unlatched the first hook and eye of my corset. “Should I take this off?”
His chest rose and fell as his eyes caressed every inch of my exposed and corset- wrapped body. “Do you mind if you keep it on?”
My heart threw itself against my ribs as a thrill of sexiness made me blush. “I don’t mind.” I stole the packet out of his hand and pressed his shoulder. “Lie back. Let me.”
His arctic eyes softened to look like sparkling rain. He obeyed, stretching out his long legs, his abdomen toned and taut, his erection jutting from the darkness between his legs.
Straddling him, I was tempted to lick him again. But the urge to have him inside me was unbearable. I fumbled with the foil, managing to get the rubber out. With shaky fingers, I rolled it down Liam’s considerable length. He swallowed a growl as I cupped the base of him, adoring the silk encased steel of flesh.
He reached up to flip me again, but I slapped his hand away. “I’m in control. Let me take you.” The words sounded so foreign, I’d never been so strong willed in bed. Normally, I was meek and submissive. My other partners were boring. They didn’t activate lust inside me. I went through the motions in the past, but it never transformed my world. Liam was different. He’d turned my world inside out, re-sewed it together, making the ground the ocean and the ocean the ground. I didn’t know who I was anymore, only that I was a woman in love with a man who owned a heart as priceless as diamonds.
Liam smiled, but his eyes tightened with need. “I can’t promise how long you’ll have me. I can barely control myself as it is looking at you.”
His words sent little quivers pinpricking all over my body. My nipples tightened even more. I was unbelievably ready for him, and he hadn’t touched me. He didn’t need to touch me. That was his power over me.
Sucking in a breath, I placed myself above. Grasping him through the warm latex, I angled him up to connect with my entrance.
We both froze. My thighs burned as his eyes locked me in their trance. Liam broke the spell by placing his hands on my hips and gently pushing down.
His erection entered millimetre by millimetre, claiming me, possessing me. My head fell back as I sank onto him.
The fullness of having him inside was everything I dreamed. In that moment, my life was complete. I knew it might be a mistake, and I shouldn’t admit my feelings so early on, but I couldn’t help myself. Opening my suddenly very heavy eyelids, I murmured, “I think I’m falling for you.”
His chest rose with a sharp breath as his hips jumped in surprise. Then his face melted into blinding happiness. I knew I’d never be able to walk away from him. Career be damned. The entire world be damned. I needed nothing and no one while I had Liam.
He murmured, “You’ve given me everything I could’ve hoped for.” His hands captured mine, our fingers interlocked. Using his grip to stabilize myself, I began to move. Pushing up and letting gravity pull me down, rocking my hips. Every ridge of me relished with the invasion of Liam. His forehead furrowed, eyes snapped closed as I moved faster. Straining to the all-encompassing sharp fireworks that teased me.
I breathed harder, inhaling the musky scent of male and sex.
Liam groaned, “Fuck, you look amazing.” He pulled my neck forward so he could kiss me. My skin rasped against his five ‘o clock shadow as our lips crushed each other. Tongues duelled, breath mingled.
Our fingers unlocked, and Liam reached up to caress my nipples through the corset. I clutched his chest, moving closer to the release I so craved.
With a grunt Liam rolled me over, unable to take my pace anymore. The moment I was on my back, I hooked my legs over his hips and he drove into me. It wasn’t the delicate passionate rock I’d kept. It was fierce and demanding, and skin smacked against skin.
His mouth captured mine and I struggled to breathe as my lungs filled with his flavour and urgency. I locked my ankles, prisoning him between my legs.
Warm hands sent shocks of need along my skin as he caressed me. Eyes smouldered as he gazed at my corset. This was why I wore intricate lingerie—so I could capture Liam’s world. So I could be his every fantasy—beguile and enchant forever.
My stomach knotted into an orb of sparks as he groaned and kissed me so hard my teeth cut my lip.
His hips jerked faster, harder, relentlessly claiming me. His erection inside bruised while at the same time pleasuring me more than anything in my life. It was fierce, passionate, feral in the need to be closer together. I wanted to merge—to become one so we’d never be apart again.
He gasped in my ear as he thrust harder, harder. The precise moment where the firework found me, Liam whispered, “I’m yours.”
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