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Mila
Up until he took a step toward me, I was convinced I’d set myself up for rejection.
I could handle that. I’d been rejected before. That’s part of life.
But the thought of havingLiamreject me unnerved me more than I wanted to admit.
He’d gotten to me. That quiet way of his, how he studied me, the reluctant, slow smiles…yeah, he’d gotten to me. And it wasn’t just because I now knew exactly what was hiding underneath his suits.
I’d been attracted to him from the beginning, and his aloofness had only drawn me in. I wasn’t used to men being aloof around me. Maybethatpart of the challenge that was Liam made sense. Everybody always wanted the thing that was out of their reach – or at least the things that seemed out of reach.
After he’d told me that he wouldn’t be any good at this, and why he seemed to think so, I’d been that much more determined to get my hands on him – and get his on me.
I hadn’t been wrong about him either.
He might be inexperienced, but he sure as hell wasn’tbadat things that happened between men and women. No, in fact, he seemed to be a natural. And I wanted more of him. More of us.
Now, standing naked in front of him, I tried not to let my nervousness show. Yet something else that was new…me being this nervous about sex.
When he finally touched me, the knot in my belly melted away, and I moved into him, pressing my nude body against his. His clothes were damp with sweat and his body hot. I pressed my mouth to his neck, and he arched away. “I just finished up a run, Mila. I need a shower.”
“That’s an excellent idea,” I told him, taking his hand and pulling him along behind me into the bathroom.
His gaze bored into mine as I turned on the water. I pressed my hands to his chest, felt the thunder of his heartbeat raging against my hand.
“Your heart’s racing,” I said, the knowledge making everything female in me go hot with anticipation.
“That’s because you’re naked and you’ve got your hands on me,” he said bluntly.
I took his hand and pressed it to my chest, where I knew he’d feel the rapid rhythm of my heart. “You’re not naked. You haven’t even touched me, and my heart’s doing the same thing.”
Something flickered in his eyes, and I leaned in, pressing my mouth to his.
He wasn’t as hesitant as he had been yesterday, his mouth opening easily against mine.
Curling my hand around his neck, I licked my tongue across his lower lip, but kept the kiss light, wanting him to take control of it.
He did, his hands going to my hips to pull me in closer, while he flicked his tongue against my lip, then slid inside. He did it again and again, each time returning to trace along the lines of my mouth as if he was determined to commit my kiss to his memory.
I pressed closer, his damp clothes chilling my flesh but the heat of the body underneath those clothes calling to me like a siren’s song. His chest was hard against my breasts. I braced my hands against him there and pushed him back slightly. “Let’s get in the shower,” I told him with another soft kiss on his mouth.
He shucked his clothes and kicked off his shoes while I adjusted the water. This time, I didn’t have to pull him into the shower with me. He came in on his own and cornered me up against the wall as he pressed his mouth to the curve of my neck and shoulder.
I whimpered as he bit me there, delight spiraling inside.
“You’re a quick learner,” I told him.
“As long as I find the subject interesting.” He stroked his hands up, cupping my breasts. The water spilling down over us was like another caress as he plumped my nipples, then tugged on them slowly. I felt an echo of each tug deep down low in my belly as my need for him spread through me.
Droplets of water rolled down his neck. I leaned in and licked them away, famished for him.
He tangled his hand in my hair.
I moved lower, lower, lower, licking the water from his skin as the shower blasted us.
Heat lashed through me as I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
