by M. S. Parker
She filled my hand, and the dark skin of her nipple taunted me. I licked my lips as I stroked my thumb across the lower curve of her breast.
“Do you want to put your mouth on me?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Then do it. Suck my nipple into your mouth, Liam. I’ll like it.”
I went slowly, ducking my head and taking the rigid flesh between my lips. She gasped out.
I froze.
“Don’t stop,” she said. “I promise I’ll tell you if I don’t like something…and I’ll tell you when I do like something too. And I like your mouth on me, Liam. Suck on me harder…harder…ahh…” She cupped the back of my neck, urging me on. “Just like that.”
I gripped her hip with my free hand, and letting pure instinct rule me, rolled my hips against her.
The soft pad of her belly met my cock, the water making us both slippery wet.
Pleasure jolted through me. I pumped against her again, still sucking on her nipple as she whispered and groaned.
I broke away when she tugged on my shoulders. “The other side feels neglected,” she said with a teasing smile.
I glanced down before slowly cupping the other breast.
She tugged me with her until she was leaning against the wall. “I’m heavy,” I protested when she pulled me closer.
“I know. I want to feel it…feel you. Keep on touching me, Liam. And turn your brain off. Some things are all about…instinct.” She whispered the word against my lips before teasing them with her tongue.
I opened my mouth, desperate and determined to have her taste.
She made it easy, licking her tongue into my mouth, bringing an echo of the ocean with her.
She kissed me hungrily, and I was all but starving for air when she finally broke away. Her head fell back, and she guided my mouth to her neck. “There. Suck on me there…bite me.”
I did, my hands going to her breasts again.
She shivered against me, and I lifted my head to peer into her eyes, but they were closed, her mouth open. I went back to tracing the line of her neck with my mouth, curious to discover everything I could.
And Mila made it so easy.
She made noises of pleasure as I slid my lips from her neck down to her breasts again.
I had to duck my head to take the swollen peak between my lips, and that pulled my body farther away than I liked. I wanted to feel more of her, not less.
Logic decided to pay a visit. I could pick her up…and so I did, bracing her with a forearm under her hips while using my free hand to mold her other breast. She was incredibly soft – except where she wasn’t. Like her hard, tight nipple stabbing into the roof of my mouth as I sucked her deep inside.
Her other nipple was hard as a pebble as I rolled it and tugged on it.
She whimpered, and I froze, jerking my head up.
She caught my head between her hands and guided me back to where I was. “Turn your brain off,” she said again. “Just…feel…”
She moved against me then, shifting and wiggling until her knees hugged my hips.
She moved again, and it was like lightning had replaced my blood. I felt the wet heat between her thighs kiss my cock, and I thought it would drive me crazy.
She moved again, and this time, I moved with her. It sent my dick sliding across that wetness, and I shuddered.
“Put me down,” Mila said just before I thought I’d explode from the pleasure. I was shuddering with the need to do more than rock against her, but I obeyed. She caught my hand, and holding my eyes, guided it between her thighs. “Touch me here.”
Bracing my free arm against the wall of the shower, I buried my face against her neck as I cupped her.
She rocked her hips forward, a greedy moan rising in her throat. “More,” she demanded. “Touch me, Liam. Find out what I like. Show me what you like.”
I slid my finger along the slick folds and found her entrance.
“Yes…”
She worked a hand between us, and I jerked when she wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to pump.
All but mindless at her touch, I thrust my finger into her wet heat.
She arched closer. “Just…yeah…that’s…Liam, that’s good. Go faster, please…I want you to make me come.”
She pumped my cock.
Lost to everything but her, I began to thrust my finger harder, faster, feeling the hot suction of her pussy grasp at me. Adding a second finger caused her to moan harder, and I curved them until she hissed out my name.
“More…” she begged.
Yeah, a lot more.
Then she bucked against me and her legs buckled, and she started to convulse, her entire body clenching. “Mila?”
“Don’t stop,” she panted, working herself against my hand. I realized she’d slid her free hand between her thighs and I drew back, staring at her as she stroked herself.
“I love having my clit played with,” she said when I glanced back up at her.
“Can I…”
She wiggled around, reaching between her thighs again, adjusting my hand. “Now…use your thumb. That’s it…” She shuddered against the wall. “Right there. Circles. I like circles. Not too hard…Liam!”
I recognized the plaintive tone in her voice, so this time, I didn’t stop, fumbling until I found a rhythm that had her moving against my hand while she gripped my biceps and squeezed.
She came again, and I closed my eyes, pressed my face to her neck.
“See?”
I lifted my head and met her eyes.
“You most certainly don’t suck at this, Liam.”
She curled her hand around my cock and arched her back off the wall, the position lifting her breasts.
I swallowed, my mouth going dry at the sight of her, at the feel of her fingers squeezing my dick as she stroked me up, then down, up, then down…
Heat gathered in my balls.
I rocked into her grasp, vaguely aware that when I came, it was going to be explosive.
But she stopped.
Just as I felt those warning tingles race down my spine, just as my balls grew tight against my body, she just…stopped.
I groaned against her skin.
She pushed me back and grinned at me. “We’re just getting to the good stuff, Liam. Don’t pout.”
That smart mouth of hers undid me, and without thinking about it, I hooked my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hard kiss.
She tensed at first, then softened against me, curling her arms around my neck as she pressed closer.
She opened her lips invitingly.
I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
But she’d seemed so certain…
I decided to do what she’d done when she kissed me. I traced the line of her lower lip, then slid inside. She closed her mouth around my tongue and sucked on me.
Pleasure raced through me.
Her tongue darted out to slide against mine, and I let her, giving control of the kiss over to her. I didn’t stop kissing her though. Every time her tongue retreated, I sought it out, learning the inside of her mouth, gorging on the taste of her.
She was the one to break the kiss this time, pressing her hand against me and shaking water out of her eyes.
“You most certainly do not suck at this,” she said, her voice soft. She held something up in front of me. “We need this. Like…now.”
I blinked at the urgency in her voice, then focused on the small packet she held.
Condom.
Right.
“I’m sure I don’t need to lecture you about safe sex,” she said, tearing the packet open.
I went to reach for the rubber, but she twisted away, giving me a hard look. “Uh-uh. Mine.”
My cock pulsed at the hungry look in her eyes, and I went lax against the shower wall, waiting for her.
She made the simple act of putting a rubber on feel like a lesson in erotic art, stroking her way down my shaft, then back up,
sweeping her thumb around the top.
By the time the condom was finally in place, I was shaking.
She turned us, bracing her back against the wall. “Come here, Liam,” she whispered.
I couldn’t have resisted if I tried.
I went to her and cupped her hips.
“Boost me up…like we were earlier,” she instructed.
I lifted her, steadying her weight between me and the wall. She caught me around the hips and tugged me in closer. “Hold onto me,” she said, watching my face. “I’m going to…” Her voice hitched, and I looked down just as she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.
“Come inside me,” she said, her voice urgent. I hesitated. “Stop thinking, Liam.”
She arched and wiggled, and I leaned in closer, drawn in by instinct. She was hot. I couldn’t feel her as much with the rubber in place, but she was hot and slick, and when I slowly pushed inside her, she clamped down on me tight.
“Liam,” she whispered, her lashes drifting down.
She used her legs to guide me, setting the pace with her hips, and I let her lead the way.
“Touch my clit, Liam,” she demanded, grabbing my hand and guiding it between us.
It took some awkward shifting, but the effort was worth it when I stroked that hard bud. She jolted against me and arched her spine.
“More…”
And she began to pump against me, almost frantic as she urged me on. Her words became whimpers.
I kissed her, dazed when she shoved her hands into my hair and pulled me in closer, tighter.
The orgasm breathed down my spine, and I fought to hold it back.
I might not be a pro at this, but she hadn’t come yet.
My cock jerked, throbbing inside her as I rocked against her. I circled her clit with my fingers faster. Circles, she’d said. Soon, though, I wasn’t making anything resembling a circle. My fingers just slipped and slid all over her wet, swollen flesh, and she seemed to love it.
“That’s…right there,” she ordered. “Don’t stop.”
I had no idea what I wasn’t supposed to stop, so I kept doing everything.
She tensed in my arms, her entire body tightening as I thrust up inside her.
My dick was all but screaming at me, demanding release.
Then she bucked, a long, low noise escaping her as she started to come.
A split second later, I was doing the same thing. Grasping both of her hips in my hands, I surged against her, harder, faster.
She clung to me, kissing me, broken words falling from her lips.
I had no idea what she was saying.
But it didn’t matter.
She squeezed me tight, and her pussy gripped my dick as she climaxed.
That mattered.
And when it ended, she slid a hand up my back, then hooked her arm around my neck. “You get an A for lesson one, Liam.”
To my surprise, I laughed.
Sixteen
Mila
Lesson two went just as well.
Now, curled up in the nest of tangled sheets atop my bed, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and sighed, quite smug and satisfied with myself.
“What are you grinning at?” Liam asked, his voice drowsy.
I looked down and found him watching me through slitted eyes.
“I’m just enjoying life,” I said loftily. Skimming my hand back over his short, dark hair, I added, “And considering I almost drowned earlier, I’ve got plenty of reason to enjoy life.”
His face darkened, and he sat up, scowling at me. “You’re going to be more careful in the future, right?”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Relax. I learned my lesson.” I bit my lower lip as I
studied him. “Speaking of lessons, do you still think you suck at…this?”
He blushed.
Delighted, charmed, I leaned in and kissed him. “You can’t really think you’re bad at this,” I said against his lips. “But…you know.”
I pulled back and traced his cheek with my finger. “I’ve been thinking.”
“I’m scared already,” he said in a voice so dry, I almost missed the humor.
“There’s a smart-ass lurking under that stiff exterior of yours,” I said, pointing at him.
He caught my wrist in his hand, his thumb stroking over my pulse. It rabbited under his touch, and I shivered a little, enjoying the feel of him against me.
“Anyway,” I said before I gave into the urge to start on lesson three. “I was thinking…maybe you and I can help each other out.”
He gave me that look, head cocked, eyes slightly narrowed as if he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what I was up to.
I gave him an innocent smile. “Relax. It’s harmless.”
Well, I thought so anyway.
Liam didn’t appear to be as convinced as I was.
I’d change his mind. Confident of that, I started to talk.
“So, you’re offering to help me brush up on my missing bedroom skills if I’ll talk to your father about pulling security detail,” he said in a flat voice a few minutes later.
“First, I don’t think your bedroom skills are missing much of anything except practice.” I rolled my eyes at him. “People aren’t born knowing how to have sex. It’s a learning game. And you learn…fast.”
He didn’t return my smile. “Your life could be in danger. I’m not making some bargain to pull the detail off you until we know whether or not there’s a real threat.”
He sat up, and I moved until I could press my front against his back. Hooking my arms over his shoulders, I kissed his cheek. “I’m fond of life, Liam. But…come on…you’ve been with me almost two weeks, and nothing has happened.”
He covered my hand with his, still not looking at me. “I’ve got a job to do, Mila. I take it seriously even if you don’t.”
“I’ll have you know that I take my life very seriously,” I retorted. “But has anything happened?” I stopped and rolled my eyes. “Okay, you can’t say my stupidity earlier was related to anything but me being stupid. I was careless. It won’t happen again, but that was my screw-up. I wasn’t hauled out to sea by some pissed off contractor my dad worked with.”
He dropped a casual kiss on my hand then untangled himself from my arms. He rose, moving from the room but came back in a minute later with a dry, fresh pair of shorts slung around his hips.
“You didn’t have to get dressed on my account,” I told him.
“I can’t have this discussion naked.”
I leaned back on my elbows, unperturbed by the fact that I clearly still was naked.
He pulled that mask of his back on and stared at me in the eyes, never letting his gaze roam lower.
But he was aware.
I could tell, by the way a muscle pulsed in his chin, by the mad beat of his pulse against his throat.
“What exactly are you suggesting I do, Mila? Go tell your father everything is okay just because we haven’t seen anything?
I chewed on my lower lip for a minute. “How about we compromise? You keep watching my ass…out of bed.” I smiled slowly at him. “And I’ll keep…teaching you in bed. If we don’t find anything out in a couple of weeks, if you don’t see anything, if nothing happens, you try to talk to my dad then.”
He blew out a breath. “This security guard thing really gets to you, doesn’t it?”
“Well…not all parts of it are bad.” I curled my finger, beckoning him closer.
He came, slowly, still clearly reluctant to go along with me.
Climbing out of bed, I went to him and wrapped my arms around him, pressing in close. “What have you got to lose?” I asked.
He caught my arms. “My job. And you could lose your life if there is something out there that poses a threat to you,” he said calmly.
“You’re making excuses. I already told you that you could take a few weeks and see if anything changes.” Chilled now, I let him go and walked over to the bathroom. I had a robe hangi
ng inside the door, and once I’d pulled it on, I turned to face him. “What gives, Liam? I mean, I assume you weren’t interested, but I can tell you’re attracted to me.”
“That’s not the issue,” he snapped. He scrubbed his hands over his face and muttered under his breath.
I heard him though.
“Excuse me?” I demanded, stalking over to him. “Did you just say you knew this was a mistake? What gives?”
Hearing him refer to the past few hours as a mistake left a hollow feeling in my belly, but I much preferred anger so I went with that.
He met my eyes levelly but said nothing.
“What, you can’t say it and look at me at the same time? Come on, Liam. Tell me it was a mistake.”
“It probably was,” he said coolly.
I clenched my jaw tight and locked myself in place so I wouldn’t back away from him. “I think you’re just too afraid to deal with your issues,” I said rigidly.
“Mila–”
“Don’t.” I shook my head at him. “It’s not like I’m trying to make you go run to my dad this second and get me out of this. I said we could wait until you’d had a chance to make sure nothing happens. But if nothing happens, what’s the harm in telling my father just that – that nothing has happened, and I really don’t need bodyguards?”
I waited for an answer.
Liam, after a few seconds of heavy silence, said, “I think I’m going to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”
He turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom.
I gaped at him.
Then, furious, I grabbed a pillow and threw it across the room.
Seventeen
Liam
After what was probably one of the worst nights of sleep I’d had in my life – and I didn’t always sleep well anyway – I was up at dawn.
We had a full day ahead of us, and if the tension remained between Mila and me, it was going to make that day even longer.
I was ready to go back to New York, but we didn’t fly out until morning.
Another day, trapped in close quarters with Mila, wanting her like I did. I thought about what she’d offered and told myself I’d done the right thing. I shouldn’t have slept with her anyway – I could lose my job if my boss found out, and rightfully so.