My One And Only (Very Irresistible Bachelors)

by Layla Hagen

  “I want to undress you,” she declared.

  I held my hands up, wiggling my eyebrows. “I’m all yours. But I have one request. You get naked first, and then you can undress me.”

  “Demanding, are we?”

  “I want to look at your beautiful naked body for as long as possible.”

  She blushed but immediately pulled her jeans down. That smooth skin was my kryptonite. I kissed her right thigh while she pulled on the bows at either side of her thighs. Her panties dropped to the floor the next second, and she was completely bare for me. Parting her thighs, I dragged my tongue from her clit down to her opening. She buckled, gripping my shoulders.

  “Liam,” she gasped. I couldn’t think about anything except bringing her pleasure. I wanted to satisfy her in every way possible. Drawing the tip of my tongue around her clit, I kept her hips firmly in my hands. I had her right where I wanted her. I sucked at her clit until the muscles in her pelvis contracted and her legs shook a little.

  “Liam, fuck,” she gasped. “But I wanted...”

  I jerked my head back, looking up at her. “I know what you wanted, Tess. And I promise I’ll dress up for round two just so you can undress me. But right now, I want to taste you until I give you an earth-shattering, sheets-pulling, legs-trembling orgasm. And then I’ll do it all over again with my cock.”

  I pressed two fingers against her clit, watching her beautiful face change from the sheer force of the pleasure. Her eyes fluttered shut. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and clenched her fists on my shoulder. She was bracing herself for the shock of her climax. I moved the two fingers down her entrance, sliding them inside and curling them at the same time I brought my tongue to her sensitive spot. She exploded beautifully, crying out my name. Her legs were shaking in earnest now.

  I held her hips firmly and guided her down the bed. She lay on her back, arms spread at her sides, taking in a deep breath. I discarded my clothes fast, not wanting anything between us before climbing over her. She gave me a big satisfied smile and put a finger on my chest.

  “Don’t think I forgot about my plan.”

  “As I said, later. I’m not nearly done with you.”

  I pinned her hands next to her head on the mattress while I ran the tip of my nose down her breasts, then below to her navel. I went slowly, enjoying the way she reacted to me. She rolled her hips back and forth, gasping and moaning every time I touched a part of her I neglected before.

  I was so hard that I could barely think. Condom.

  I took one out of the nightstand, rolling it on before I forgot my head altogether. Tess was watching me, lust dancing in her eyes. She moved to the center of the bed, parting her legs, teasing me. I traced my fingers up her ankles to her knees. Her eyes flashed with desire. She scooted back down, closer to me.

  I raised one of her legs, hooking my elbow under her knee and positioning myself between her thighs. I entered her slowly, watching her face change the more I pushed in.

  “Liam...” she whispered, arching her back when I was inside her to the hilt. She tightened her inner muscles around me, and I groaned. Pleasure shot through me, zipping along my nerve endings and pulling at my navel. My muscles clenched down. I thrust inside her again and again, faster every time, nearly losing my mind when Tess brought one hand to her clit.

  She looked at me like I was everything she needed. I wanted to see that every day and be worthy of that look.

  A shot of pleasure gripped me so powerfully that I bucked over her, groaning.

  “Fuuuck.”

  I stopped midthrust, trying to regain my composure. What little I managed completely disappeared when I felt her hand move between us. She needed her release, and I was going to oblige her.

  I took my arm away from under her knee so we were both more free to move. Tess had more leverage now with both feet on the mattress, and she used it. We were both chasing our climax, but I wanted to prolong this as much as possible. I didn’t want to give in yet. She came around me the next second, clenching so hard that I nearly gave in. She thrashed around, pulling at the sheets and crying out my name. I was fighting to stave off my orgasm, and it took every ounce of self-control I possessed. My muscles were burning, and so were my insides, but it was all worth it, watching her come apart under me. I kept thrusting even through her orgasm, intensifying her pleasure. The skin on her cheeks was red. Perspiration dotted her chest. When her breath regained a normal rhythm, I stopped moving.

  Tess jutted her lip out in protest. I grinned at her and pulled out before rolling us on the bed. Now I was lying flat on the mattress, and Tess was on top of me.

  “I like your sexy plans,” she whispered, lowering herself on my cock. She was still impossibly tight.

  Groaning, I closed my eyes, gripping her hips. I felt her breasts press against my chest as she leaned over me, kissing my Adam’s apple. I intended to let her take the reins, but instinct overpowered me. I wrapped my arms around her, pushing inside her from below. Tess gasped before burying her face in my neck. I felt her soft lips on my skin, then her tongue as I thrusted.

  “Liam...I’m going to come again. I can’t... Oh, fuck.”

  I loved that she wasn’t coherent, that the pleasure made her delirious.

  “Yes, you can. You’re going to come again.”

  She moaned against my neck, her breath quickening once more. I felt her come right before I gave in to my own climax. It slammed into me, filling every inch of my body. The feeling was so intense it was almost brutal. A guttural groan tore from my throat, and I was done for. I couldn’t even feel my body anymore. Breathing was a challenge. Moving was impossible. I was completely spent. Eyes closed, body lax, the only thing I was aware of was Tess’s warm skin.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered.

  I felt her nod against my chest. “Just need a minute...or twenty.”

  I chuckled, tightening my arms around her even more. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

  “Hmmm...”

  We were silent for a long time, and I only moved enough to get rid of the condom. Then I resumed our position, because I really liked feeling Tess on top of me.

  Just as I was about to fall asleep, she pushed herself up. She was sitting on me, tracing her fingers up and down my abs. Her mouth was set in a half smile.

  “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

  “The best way to make you pay for hijacking my plan.”

  “The three orgasms I just gave you don’t make up for that?”

  “Not at all. One thing has nothing to do with the other,” she said seriously.

  “Duly noted.”

  Narrowing her eyes, she leaned forward, tracing her fingers up my chest.

  “Hmmm...I could tickle you.”

  “You don’t want to do that.”

  Tess leveled me with a challenging stare and charged right for my armpits.

  Fucking hell, this woman was something else. I roared with laughter, but I was too strong for her. I clenched my arms tightly at my side, and there was nothing else she could do.

  With a pout, she lay next to me. I thought she might try to tickle me again, but she just kissed my shoulder before propping her head on one palm.

  “What was the kiss for?” I asked.

  She smiled coyly. “Not telling you.”

  “Is it because you’re happy with me after all?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’d say you’re very happy.”

  “You really need to hear it, huh?”

  “I don’t need to, but I’d like to.”

  She winked. “In that case, I’ll make you wait some more.”

  “Still punishing me.”

  “Uh-uh. I know how to hold a grudge,” she teased.

  “Come here,” I whispered, turning around and wrapping an arm around her, bringing her close. She smiled before burying her face in my neck. Sharing this bed with Tess brought me an inner balance I’d never known. I liked having her here, teasing an
d riding me.

  “Just a heads-up, you’ve got about five minutes,” she whispered.

  “Until what?”

  “Until I put my plan in motion, of course.”

  I grinned, rolling on my back. “I’m ready now, Ms. Winchester. All yours.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Tess

  I woke up at my usual hour the next morning even though it was a Saturday. My face exploded into a big grin the second I felt Liam next to me and I realized I was in his bed. He was sleeping on his belly, completely uncovered. How could he be so damn sexy? Those muscles in his arms and legs seemed sculpted, that ass...damn, damn, damn. I barely kept from fondling it. Along his shoulder blades he seemed stiff and cramped. Hmm...I was concocting a plan to change that. First things first, I had to get out of bed before I woke him up.

  I tiptoed around his bathroom, carefully rinsing my mouth with toothpaste to get rid of morning breath. I sprayed his deodorant on my armpits before sliding on yesterday’s jeans and sweater. I turned the panties inside out and didn’t bother with the bra. I purposefully didn’t look in his direction while sneaking out of the bedroom; I really didn’t think I could resist touching that gorgeous body.

  Once I closed the bedroom door behind me, I darted right to the living room. It was even more gorgeous in the morning. The sun shone through the enormous windows, bathing half the room in light. I loved the shades of blue everywhere. There were dark-blue pillows on the couch and a huge matching carpet underneath it, paired with silver accessories. It made me think of the ocean.

  I eyed the marble kitchen island with the splendid hanging lamp over it.

  Would Liam mind that I was wondering around his apartment on my own? I hoped he didn’t, because my plan was hinging on exploring his kitchen.

  I discovered a well-stocked pantry and went to town on it, taking out half the ingredients and laying them out in front of me for inspiration.

  Okay, I know just what this morning needs.

  I found a pan and a spatula and got to work. I was really hoping Liam wouldn’t wake up until I was ready. That way, I could surprise him with breakfast in bed.

  I poured milk in the pan, then the contents of three nearly empty cereal boxes.

  “When did you wake up?” Liam asked, startling me.

  “About twenty minutes ago.”

  He was right in front of me, only wearing shorts. The counter was high enough that I could pretend he was naked. Oh, yum...

  “You can’t stay there,” I informed him in a mock-serious tone. “Remember what happened last night?”

  “We didn’t even make it to the kitchen. This is an actual improvement.”

  “But only because I snuck in while you were still sleeping. Anyway, you look as if you’re naked, and it’s totally messing with my concentration.”

  He looked incredulous for a split second before bursting out laughing. Then he came over on my side. Yeah...did I really think this was the best strategy? Having those sculpted muscles within reach was messing with me even more. I wanted to reach out and feel that sexy-as-hell five-o’clock shadow against my skin. I wanted to trail my mouth all over his abdomen. I could have Liam for breakfast every single day.

  By the mischievous smile on his face, he knew exactly where my mind went.

  “Should I go out of sight completely, Ms. Winchester?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I thought his smile seemed rather smug as he disappeared from my peripheral vision, but I didn’t realize what he was up to until I felt him at my back. He palmed my ass with both hands before sliding them to my hips, pressing himself against me.

  “Hey, you cannot pinch my ass while I’m cooking,” I warned Liam. “I could burn myself.”

  I was holding the spatula like a sword.

  “You don’t make the rules, Tess,” he whispered in my ear, fondling my ass some more for good measure.

  Hmmm...clearly I needed another tactic.

  “I’m about to charm you with my unparalleled cooking skills, so I need you to behave.”

  It was a good thing he was behind me, because he couldn’t see the huge grin on my face. It bordered on suspicious, but I just couldn’t help myself.

  Today was such an amazing day. For one, it was Saturday, which was my favorite day of the week. And the most important part: I was spending it with a delicious man. Could this get any better?

  I loved his fondling, but I wasn’t lying. I was in danger of hurting myself, because his touch was messing with my focus.

  “What if I do this?” He wrapped his arms around my waist tightly, kissing the side of my neck.

  “Hmmm...if you promise to keep those hands right where they are,” I said, stirring the mix of cereal into oatmeal.

  “You mean it’s not okay if I do this?” His voice was deceptively innocent. He slid one palm down past my navel. I swatted it away before wiggling my ass right against his hard-on.

  He groaned and pulled back a few inches, just out of my reach.

  I looked at him over my shoulder, wiggling my eyebrows. He stepped sideways, leaning against the counter and flashing me one of those gorgeous smiles that just made my heart—hell, my whole body—sigh.

  “I’d admonish you for flashing me a panty-melting smile this early in the day, but I like it, so no harm done.”

  He grinned devilishly, leaning in. “And you think that’s gonna make me keep my hands to myself?”

  I giggled. “It was a mistake fessing up to that. I’m not that sharp without coffee.”

  He looked at me with warm eyes. “I’ll make us some.”

  “Yes, triple shot please.”

  “Duly noted. I didn’t even know I had these cereal boxes,” he said, watching me sprinkle peanuts and pistachios in the pan.

  “I picked them because they were nearly empty.”

  “Why? I have some unopened ones too.”

  “I know. I saw them, but I didn’t want these to go to waste. I bought this book when we moved to New York about how to cook cheap but nutritious meals, and it had really useful tips about how to do a week’s shopping and how to make the most out of leftovers. Mom was so happy when I showed it to her. I’ve followed those instructions for so many years that they’re honestly second nature now. I hate throwing away food.”

  “You manage to surprise me every time we’re together.”

  “It was such a hard time for Mom. She’s always wanted to be financially independent after that. And I think I sort of learned that from her. My family often offered to finance store-related things, but I always felt like it could get messy.”

  “I don’t think it would. Not from what you’ve told me about your family.”

  “I know, I know. It’s just been this weird pattern thought I’ve always been fighting. Still am fighting.”

  “Everything in due time, Tess. Did your mom remarry?”

  “She did, actually, but only after we’d all grown up. Her husband, Mick, is an amazing guy.” He handed me a cup of steaming coffee, and I immediately sipped from it.

  I felt him move up behind me again, hand firmly on my waist. Smiling, I plunked the cup back on the counter, pretending like nothing was happening, even as he slid his hands down my hips again. He was so naughty! And I loved it so much.

  “Hey, don’t distract me. I told you I need to focus on this. I’ve lost practice at cooking. I practically live on takeout nowadays.”

  He parted my hair, freeing the back of my neck and planting a kiss right there. I shuddered.

  “So, you’re experimenting on me?”

  I giggled again. What was it about him that kept making me giggle?

  “I guess you could put it like that. All right, I’ve finished. Let’s put it on plates so it cools off a bit.”

  Five minutes later, it was time for the big test. I was a little nervous, because I hadn’t made this in years. I just wanted to do something nice for him.

  I took a spoonful and smiled while swallowing.

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p; “This takes me right back to my childhood days. Pistachios were not in our budget, so we only bought those as a treat every two months. What do you think?”

  “It’s very tasty. Especially the mix of jams.”

  I was smiling from ear to ear now, super happy that he was enjoying himself. My plan was working! He seemed worried last night, and I was hoping the Tess Winchester treatment was going to get him out of his funk.

  “Why are you so quiet?” he asked.

  “Oh, just got lost in my head for a bit.”

  “I could see that. Where did you go?”

  I grinned. “Just mentally going through the plan for today.”

  “Let’s hear it.” He took another mouthful of oatmeal, looking at me expectantly.

  I dangled my feet under the table, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Well, the plan is adaptable. I was actually thinking more about the goal.”

  “Which is?”

  “You seem a bit tense.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “I’m going to do something about it.”

  He looked at me as if I caught him completely off guard.

  “How could you tell?” he asked.

  “Your shoulders are a bit stiff. I felt that last night when I was exploring them.” With a wink, I added, “I double-checked this morning as well, while you were asleep.”

  His blue eyes held a mix of playfulness and emotion I hadn’t expected. We both finished our oatmeal in silence and then cleaned up the table.

  “I need another coffee,” I announced, heading with my cup to the coffee machine. “I want all my neurons to be awake while I put ‘the plan’ in motion.”

  The sound of the beans being ground filled the space, so I didn’t hear Liam when he snuck up behind me. I didn’t swat him away this time, not even when he feathered his fingers seductively from my shoulders down over my breasts. My nipples perked up.

  Since I didn’t have to be careful not to burn myself or the food anymore, I could let him fondle me all he wanted. That was part two of my plan.