Politically Incorrect

by Jeanne McDonald

  “As you should.” Jordyn grabbed her bag off the island and draped it over her chest. “Layta, Bitchas!” She waved.

  “Language!” I yelled out after her, shaking my head.

  Liam sat back down at the table, laughing as the front door slammed shut. “What are you laughing at?” I demanded.

  “Only that I’ve heard you use much worse language than bitchas when a poll doesn’t go your way.”

  I settled into the chair Jordyn had vacated and opened the pizza box on the table. Mushroom and olives, my favorite. “Just because I curse like a sailor doesn’t mean my daughter should.”

  He scratched his ear. “I don’t think you curse like a sailor, really. You have your moments, but usually you’re well collected.”

  I sank my teeth into the cheesy goodness, savoring the flavor. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d eaten today. For that matter, in the last twenty-four hours. Somehow I’d managed to survive off of English breakfast tea. I swallowed down my bite with a swig of my beer. “So, what has you calling tonight?” I grabbed a napkin, wiping my mouth. “And how do you know where I live?”

  Liam laughed, chugging down the rest of his beer. “I got your address from Aaron.”

  “You could’ve just asked me for it.”

  “I was afraid you wouldn’t give it to me.”

  I nodded. He was right, I probably wouldn’t have.

  Liam reached over and twirled a lock of my hair around his finger. He stared at me for a protracted moment, swallowed thickly, and dropped his hand. “You know what, this was a bad idea.” He jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the kitchen.

  A little shell shocked, I pursued him, calling his name. He didn’t stop. He reached the front door and placed his hand on the knob. “Look, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I interrupted your evening with your daughter. Gah, I’m an idiot. I just thought... We hadn’t really seen each other since we returned…” His head dropped. “Never mind. I’ll be by headquarters tomorrow. I’ll see you there.”

  Hesitant at first, I reached around him, taking his hand from the doorknob. In a gentle motion, I turned him to face me. His eyes were squeezed closed, his face scrunched tight. His whole body tensed. “Liam,” I rasped, “look at me.”

  Those long lashes of his fluttered open. There, in his dark orbs, was everything he wanted to say, but couldn’t seem to put into words. I touched my fingers to his stubble dusted jaw. In an instant his muscles loosened. I pushed up on the tips of my toes and pressed my lips to his. His hands gently cupped my face, his thumbs caressing my cheeks as his mouth moved in time with mine.

  An eternity passed, and when he released me, wave upon wave of emotions rolled over me. This wasn’t like making out. There was meaning behind this kiss, a power that had manifested itself inside me without me even realizing it. This was the same feeling I’d experienced after the rally.

  He stared into my eyes, searching. Whatever he was looking for, I was certain he found it as a smooth smile settled on his freshly kissed lips.

  “I’ve missed you so much. It’s killed me not being with you.”

  “I’ve missed you, too,” I concurred.

  Liam traced the lines of my face with his fingers. His movements were slow and intimate, causing me to wither beneath his touch. As his hand slid down my neck between my cotton clad breasts, he whispered, “I’ve ached to touch you. I want you so bad that I’ve dreamt of what it would feel like to make you mine.”

  God help me, I wanted him, but this was risky. On the bus, it would’ve been clean. No one but us would know. But now he was parked outside my house. There was a reason why I wouldn’t have given him my address. If the media ever caught wind of his car parked outside ─ all night ─ it would certainly make the headlines.

  Up next on the ten o’clock news: Senate hopeful, William Baxter, caught in sex act with his campaign manager.

  I cringed at such a thought.

  With that in mind, I knew I had a choice to make. Either, I could fulfill the hunger that was burned inside me and throw caution to the wind, or send him away and save us both.

  There was only one answer to my dilemma.

  “Make me yours.”

  The last syllable was barely off my tongue before his lips came crashing down on mine. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me tight against his hard body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, yearning to be closer. His mouth was hungry, desperate to be sated. Everything inside me waited for him to put on the brakes. He always did when we came this close, but it didn’t happen. Not this time.

  His tongue coaxed my mouth open, sliding inside. Intensity mounded between us. Each stroke of our tongues expressed a sense of urgency that neither of us could fight against. The flame of desire was no longer an ember, it was a forest fire, burning wild and out of control. I was consumed by my unwavering need for this man.

  Without warning, Liam pulled back. His face was wild with passion. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, bunching the soft cotton beneath his fingers. Questioning eyes smoldered, giving me one last chance to back out. But there was no escape for me. I was in it, lock, stock, and barrel.

  “Take me,” I breathed.

  “With pleasure,” he growled.

  Our mouths collided. It didn’t matter where he touched me as long as I felt his hands on me. In one swift move, he shoved my back against the cool wood of the door, pinning me between it and his rock hard body.

  In my arms he came to life. Wild, ferocious, and unrestrained. All this time he’d held back. Always the perfect gentleman on the bus, but now my caged lion was freed.

  I almost screamed when he stopped kissing me, certain he was about to put on the brakes yet again. He pulled back, his mouth parted, panting. He pushed my hair back from my face, staring into my eyes. Lust and longing transformed his features from a man of power to a man of carnal prowess.

  He lifted an eyebrow, a smirk turning his lips. He gripped my waist, and pushed his knees between my legs. “I see it in your eyes,” he purred. “How you want me to fuck you right here against this door.”

  My insides clenched tight. He’d pegged me right.

  “I’m not going to, though.”

  What!

  He gripped my hair in his fist, twirling it several times around his hand. I gulped back a yelp when he yanked my head back against the door. “Instead, I’m going to show you how a real man can make you feel.” He dragged his tongue down my neck, tasting me inch by inch, until he reached the hollow of my throat. “You’ve never been fucked the way I’m about to fuck you.” His smooth confidence convinced me without so much as feeling him that I was in for the ride of my life.

  My eyes widened and my mouth gaped as he ground his pelvis into me. I tried to move my hands between us, wanting to expose what I was feeling inside his pants, but he wouldn’t have it. He released my hair as he grabbed both my hands and pinned them against the door, securing them beneath his oversized palm. He shook his head, his eyes scolding me for my insubordination as he drove his erection into me.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, squeezing my wrists.

  I pursed my lips. This was a challenge, and I loved a challenge.

  “Why, Congressman, you’re not the only one with moves.” I dropped my eyes to his crotch, smirking at the twitch in his pants.

  I leaned forward and flicked my tongue along the smooth surface of his mouth. He growled and parted his lips, allowing me to taste his sweet tongue against mine. I reveled in my success, however my momentary control of him was merely an illusion. He circled his hips against mine, and sucked my tongue deeper into his mouth. In that single action, I was defeated. All power lost. And I loved it.

  Liam released my hands, stepping back from me. He toyed with the hem of my shirt and his eyes bright with mischievousness. “Arms. Up.”

  Lesson learned the last time, I did as I was told. He curled his fingers into my shirt and yanked it over my head, tossing it aside in a heap o
n the floor. He traced the tip of my bra with his finger, causing goose flesh to explode across my skin. Liam lowered his head, his eyes honed in on mine as he captured my silk-covered nipple between his teeth. My whole body pulsed while he sucked and rolled my hard, sensitive pebble with his tongue. I inched my hands out to touch him only to be met with a warning glare. I pounded my fists against the door, hyperaware of his dominance over me, but aching to touch him.

  A sultry grin pursed his lips. “Don’t make me go out to my car to get a necktie,” he warned.

  My fuzzy brain was lost on that one, and he didn’t mind clarifying. “To tie you up with, Lizzy. Good and tight, so you can’t move or see.”

  Oh!

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me,” he dared.

  My mouth dropped at his insinuation. He captured my untouched nipple between his teeth, repeating the same torture. I clenched my fists, withering against the hard wood. Brazen moans tumbled from my lips. I wanted to feel him, everywhere. I needed to feel that hard body, naked and hot, plummeting into mine. I thrust my pelvis forward, utilizing the seam of my jeans to gain some much needed friction. All those make-out sessions on the bus never prepared me for this.

  Liam released my nipple and gripped my hips. “Not yet. I’ve waited a long time for this, and I’m going to take my time. Do you understand?”

  He’d waited a long time? Jesus! Fuck! If the US Military wanted to torture a woman for information, this was the perfect way to do it. My panties were soaked through and he still had me practically clothed.

  “But I need you,” I shamelessly whined, puckering my bottom lip into a pout.

  He clamped down on my lower lip, sucking it hard between his teeth. He released my tender flesh with a pop and grinned. “I need you, too, but I want you every which way I can have you. I’m going to lick, bite, suck, and tease you until you’re on the brink of madness. And when you think you can’t take anymore, I’m going to do it all over again. I’ll keep doing it until you finally give yourself over to me…completely.”

  Oh, those words. Those sexy as fuck words. If I hadn’t already been drenching wet, I would’ve been with those words. Liam pressed his palm in between my legs, rubbing me with the hilt of his hand. I cried out at the much needed pressure. “You like that.” There was no question. He already knew my response. This was no inexperienced boy. This was a man to whom I was helpless to struggle against.

  “Yes.”

  He took two fingers and pushed upward into my jeans. His mouth grazed my jaw. “Imagine how good it’s going to feel when I’m pumping them hard and fast inside you. I will know your every moan, whimper, and cry. I will memorize the way you shudder as you come for me. Now, tell me, where’s your bedroom?” His low growl resonated deep into my core.

  I blinked. “Um, upstairs. First door on the left.”

  Liam stepped back from me, grabbed my hand, and dashed us up the stairs.

  At my bedroom door, he swung me around to face him, crushing his mouth to mine. He managed to push me backward into the bedroom while fondling the button of my jeans. By the time my knees hit the back of the bed, I’d kicked off my shoes and he was dragging the dark denim down my legs.

  I stood before him in nothing but my bra and panties. Much like my uncustomary wardrobe for the day, my lingerie also wasn’t my typical. My very wet bra was silvery silk and my panties plain white cotton. I was embarrassed that he didn’t see me well put together. He hooked his thumb into the waistband of my panties, his long fingers slipping down and curving into my heated center. “Better than I imagined,” he purred. “Very sexy.”

  My knees buckled as his fingers explored beneath my cotton undies. He watched me, squirming against his fingers and just as I thought I might explode, he pulled his hand back, catching me around the waist before I fell to the bed.

  “I’m not ready for you there,” he rasped.

  My wobbly knees shook as he held me close to his still fully clothed body. I pressed my hands to his chest, tapping the buttons of his shirt. A single blink of his eyes granted me permission to remove it. I popped each button, pressing my mouth to his warm skin as it became exposed. All the way down my tongue flicked against his sinewy muscles, tugging the fabric from his body. When it was fully open, I slipped my hands underneath and pushed it down his arms, slow and steady.

  “Better?”

  “Not quite. I want to see all of you,” I beseeched, reaching for his belt.

  Liam placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head back. “You’ve seen me naked. It’s my turn to see you.”

  “But…”

  His mouth crashed into mine, stopping my rebuttal.

  Slowly, his hands moved to unhook my bra. He slipped the silky material from my body and dropped it at my feet. He grazed his teeth over his bottom lip, his eyes moving down to my naked breasts. “And I thought seeing my name plastered across your amazing tits was a beautiful sight to behold. God, I was a fool.”

  Okay, that made me blush. He’d noticed my unusual apparel. Apparently he also approved. Most of all he enjoyed my breasts.

  Eat that, stupid plastic surgeon!

  He brushed my cheeks with his knuckles and gave me a quick wink before sliding the backs of his fingers down my chest, between my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks, arching toward him, almost begging him to claim them. He graciously obliged, taking each one into his large palms, and tracing circles with his thumbs. I hissed at the sweet yet torturous sensation.

  But he didn’t stay put for long. His hands passed down the plains of my stomach until he reached the waistband of my panties. Liam dipped his fingers below the fabric, slowly pushing them down my legs. As my panties inched down, Liam dropped to his knees before me. I stepped out of my cotton bikinis and watched as he threw them aside. He looked up at me, licked his lips, and grinned.

  My knees buckled the instant his tongue tickled along my delicate skin. I rested my hands in his hair, thankful that he didn’t protest. All I could think of was lying back on the bed, but his arms held me up, refusing to let me go.

  The earth shattered into a million pieces with each flick of his tongue. I bucked my hips and yanked his hair. Oh, the delicious sounds he made and the way they vibrated against me almost sent me over the edge. Sensing my imminent release, Liam eased his pace. Each lick was soft and kept me teetering, but for me it wasn’t enough. I thrust my hips forward, trying to force him to suck me harder.

  Instead he released me. “Uh huh,” he murmured, nudging his nose along my pelvis. “Not until I say.”

  My stomach was so tight that I found it difficult to breathe. I scraped my nails along his scalp and cried out as he flicked his tongue in all the right places. His warm breath coursed over me as he swirled and lapped, relentlessly tasting me. When I crumpled, unable to maintain my position, he released me and allowed me to fall back to the bed.

  Liam stood up, his focus honed in on my body spread out before him. I wiggled against the duvet. “I can’t,” I pleaded, kneading the soft cover. “I need…”

  Nothing made any sense to me. This man, this gorgeous man had my body shaking without having entered me. I’d never experienced anything like that in my life. Sure, I knew what an orgasm was. I’d had my fair share, but this, this was unlike any orgasm I’d ever experienced.

  Liam reached down and touched his fingers to me. As his fingers slipped inside, I quivered and shook, rocking my hips against his hand.

  So close. Oh, so close. I was there. Ready to fall off the edge when he pulled his fingers away from my body.

  I looked up, dying inside yet never having felt more alive. Liam pursed his lips and unbuckled his belt. I panted for air as he unzipped his pants and released his hard length that had been straining beneath. “I have all night to play with you,” he growled. “Seeing you lying there, I can’t take it anymore.”

  I slammed my fists down on the bed, and cried out in relief, “Finally!”

  Liam howled in laughter, strok
ing his impressive length in his hand. “How often have I invaded your dreams, Lizzy?” His hand coasted down his shaft. “Me, taking you like this?”

  I chewed on my bottom lip, enraptured by his hand moving where I wanted my body to be wrapped around. “Since the first time I saw you,” I admitted, a little embarrassed to be giving voice to my dirty, little secret.

  “You liked what you saw that night?”

  No words escaped me as he inched closer to the bed, pressing his knees against it. He smirked, and rubbed his thumb across the tip.

  “I love what I see now.”

  I opened myself wider to him, ready for him to take all of me, when suddenly he stopped. A deep line buried itself into his forehead. “Shit,” he snarled.

  I leaned up on my elbows, fearing he might’ve changed his mind. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t have a condom.” He ripped at his hair, growling in anger. “I only wanted to see you. I wasn’t planning...”

  I sat up and met him at the foot of the bed. Emboldened, I pressed a kiss to his stomach, wrapping my hand around his erection. “That makes this even better.”

  Slowly I started to stroke his smooth, hard length. He closed his eyes, savoring the pressure of my hand on his pulsating need.

  “But we can’t…”

  “Down the hall, second door on the right. In the nightstand you’ll find a package of condoms.” I circled my thumb around him, smirking at the way he pulsed in my hand.

  “Really?”

  I nodded. “It’s Jordyn’s room.”

  “How do you know your daughter has condoms in her room?”

  I wiggled my brows. “Because I’m the one who bought them for her. I personally believe if a girl’s in a relationship she should be prepared to take care of herself.”

  Liam pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, while unhooking my fingers from around him. “God, you’re an amazing woman.”

  I wrinkled my nose and laughed, smacking his firm ass. “Go get the condoms.”

  He was gone in a flash. By the time I’d moved to the top of the bed, Liam was back in the room with the box in hand. He slipped the rubber over him, and knelt down on the end of the bed. The mattress shifted under his weight as he crawled up toward me. He settled between my thighs, his tip pressed into my aching need.