Page 20 of Touch Me
“Yes. Yes, I do.” Liam cleared his throat, then raised one finger at me. “Stay right there.”
He launched off the bed and raced toward the bathroom in a flash of milky white skin and yellow shorts. I chuckled. The back of his pajama shorts had three ducks on the back with their beaks wide open and the words ‘Butt Quack’ emblazoned across the top.
I tried to ignore the sounds of him peeing as I removed my other stocking and my dress. Wearing just my bra and panties, I slipped back into my heels. For some inexplicable reason, I felt more confident with them on.
Liam brushed his teeth and when a humming noise started, I assumed he was shaving. His attention to personal hygiene was impressive, but all the same, it was a bit weird waiting here for the complete stranger to return to his own bedroom.
Trying desperately to keep up my charade, I straightened my back, stood with my feet apart, placed my hands on my hips to portray that I was a bold, confident woman, and waited an eternity for Liam to come out.
Growing impatient, I strode to the bathroom and with my hands on my hips, I tried to ignore my thundering heartbeat while I waited.
He yanked the door open and nearly ran straight into me. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes bulged as he stepped back and swept his gaze up my body. “Oh, my lord. ’Ave I died and gone to ’eaven?”
“No.” I laughed. “But tell me, do you want me to leave?”
“’ell no.”
“Excellent. Are you ready then? We have things to do.” With the twist of my fingers behind my back, I removed my bra and flung it aside.
A breath shot out of him. “’ell yes, I’m ready.” As he ogled my breasts, his mouth parted, and his tongue glided across pink lips that looked deliciously kissable. It took all my restraint not to clutch his plump cheeks and pull his lips to mine.
His cock stood to attention beneath his duck shorts. I found it both amazing and totally titillating that just looking at me gave him that reaction. Tingles shivered their way to my breasts, and I reached up to pinch my hardening nipple.
Liam swallowed. “Do you want me to do that?” His English accent was a soft melody.
“No.” I waggled my finger at him. “I have rules.”
He blinked at me. “Okay.”
“We don’t kiss.”
“Okay.”
“And we’re not having sex.”
Confusion rippled across his face. “What? What are we doing then?”
I cupped my breast and teased my nipple between my finger and thumb. “I’m going to play with myself, and you can watch.”
“Oh. . . okay,” he said with giddy eagerness.
The bathroom counter behind him caught my eye, and an idea formed. I clutched his shoulders as I wriggled past him. The heat of our bodies touching was a sexual furnace, and as my nipples brushed against his warm skin, my sensitive buds came alive even more.
I eased my butt up onto the bathroom counter and the marble top was cold on my flesh, but I ignored it as I propped one heeled foot on the bathtub for balance.
I spread my legs apart, and Liam’s eyes grew wide as he stared at my lacy knickers. Damn, I should have removed them first. Too late.
Liam’s breathing was rapid and shallow. His skin was flawless, virginal pale, obviously never spoiled by the harshness of the Australian sun. His wide green eyes, the color of early morning mist, flitted from my mouth to my breasts, to my panties and back again. They were drinking me in, devouring me. . . torturing me. It was intoxicating and made me feel oh-so alive.
I ran my finger over the length of my pussy, drawing it up with agonizing slowness until the tip of my finger pressed down on my sensitive spot. The lacy fabric added an intense dimension I’d never considered as it rubbed against and teased my throbbing clit.
Flames of arousal licked my body, my veins, my skin, and my mind. I allowed myself to fall under the spell.
My breath caught in my throat as ripples of pleasure rolled through me. I wrapped my fingers around the lace, pulled it aside and plunged a finger into my wet abyss.
Liam groaned as his cock bounced to life. The ridiculousness of his yellow boxers got to me.
“Take your shorts off,” I demanded.