Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
When she reached out for Liam, he stepped into her. “I’m here.” There went his voice again, sounding all odd and strangled.
He turned to the side and squeezed shampoo into his hands. Then he worked his fingers into Calla’s hair. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this for a woman. If ever. He’d had shower sex before, sure, but he didn’t think he’d ever washed a partner. The intimacy of it had his chest squeezing again. Especially when Calla dropped her face so that her forehead laid on Liam’s chest.
She let out a contented sigh as he continued working the shampoo through her hair. After he’d finished soaping up her hair, he ran his hands down her back. All the way to her buttocks, which he couldn’t help squeezing.
Calla giggled and turned her face up toward his, eyes still closed since her hair was foamy with shampoo and some of it had slid down onto her face.
“You ticklish, baby?” Liam grinned.
She shook her head.
Liam glided his hands back up to her waist. He pinched her and she let out a giggling little shriek, pulling back from him.
Liam wasn’t having that. He stepped with her, pulling her into his arms as the shower spray started rinsing the shampoo from her hair. She kept her eyes squeezed shut but she had the most gorgeous smile on her face.
Liam could only stare for a moment. He wanted that beauty. He wanted to taste it. To breathe it. To own it.
He leaned down and kissed her before all the suds had washed off. Her lips tasted like shampoo. He didn’t care.
Calla gasped in surprise when his lips made contact, but then she wound her hands up around his neck, fingers burying in his hair. With her leaning against him like that, her breasts thrust right up to his chest. Liam broke from her mouth only long enough to draw one of her nipples in his mouth. It was warm and wet and immediately went hard as his tongue flicked back and forth across it.
His cock went hard against her stomach. Calla gasped again, and Liam didn’t know if it was from pleasure or surprise because she’d just felt his cock too.
He kissed up her neck, drinking the water that dripped down her throat as he went. Most of the suds had washed from her hair and Liam wanted to drink her in, every single bit of her.
His arms around her crushed her closer. “I want you,” he growled against her lips, even knowing as he said it that he shouldn’t. She’d just lost her virginity for Christ’s sake.
But it hadn’t seemed to pain her much when Mack had taken her. And there wasn’t any blood. Liam had glanced down to see, wanting to know if Calla would be hurting or not. She rode horses—didn’t they say horse riding could break a woman’s hymen? Then she wouldn’t be that sore if he—
“Then take me,” Calla said, blinking her eyes open in spite of the shower spray.
Liam shook his head at the same time his cock jumped against her belly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She smiled like she was amused at him. “You won’t.” Then she bit her lips like she was embarrassed. Her eyes dropped as she murmured. “I’ve um, you know, used a…” She waved a hand in the small space between them. “I have a BOB.”
“A beeyobi? What’s that?” Liam asked. Was this some American term he didn’t know?
She laughed again before clapping a hand over her mouth.
“What?” Liam smiled but pulled back, searching her face. “What is it?”
“A B. O. B. Like the letters.” Her eyes dropped again before meeting his gaze. “It stands for battery operated boyfriend.”
Battery operated— Did she mean, like—
Liam arched an eyebrow. “You’ve got a vibrator.”
Her eyebrows scrunched like she was waiting for some sort of judgement.
“Baby, that’s sexy as hell.” And it meant he could have her without hurting her. As soon as he thought it, his legs flexed, his hips seeking her entrance.
“Shite, you’ve got me so hard.” He hissed through his teeth, pressing Calla against the back wall of the shower. He gripped the back of her head and dropped his forehead to hers, struggling for control.
“Are you… um. Clean?”
Liam pulled back, startled at Calla’s question. “Yes. I get tested twice a year. Just got the results and I’m clean as a whistle.”
“I’m clean,” she said. “Well, obviously. But you know—"
“You on birth control?” Fuck, he was getting harder and harder with every word that came out of her mouth.
“No,” she shook her head, “but I only get my period every few months and it just finished so—”
Liam’s hips dropped and he grabbed his cock, rubbing it through her folds. “Are you saying you want me to take ya bare?”
Her eyes shot to his and she nodded. “I want to know what it feels like.” Her eyes searched his. “I want to feel you.”