“We have the proofs back,” Liam said. He stood in the doorway and watched as Mia approached him with a coffee cup from the cafe downstairs in her hand. “Were you out?” he asked. Mia smiled and lifted the coffee cup toward him. “I was having coffee with Darius. Here I brought you one.” “You met with Darius?” She nodded. “After the debacle last week, I just wanted to go over a few ideas I had. He was in the city and we met at the cafe downstairs.” She frowned at him. “That was okay, wasn’t it? You said I could go down there to work if I needed to.” He nodded sharply as he took the proffered coffee. He shouldn’t have felt the irritation he felt at her spending time with her client but he did. “Did you say something about proofs?” she asked when he just stood there staring at her. “Oh yeah, right. I got the proofs back and I thought you might like to go through them with me so we can choose which ones we want for the blog,” he said. “Oh, yeah, that would be great.” Liam tu
The only thing that would make it better would be if there were no clothes separating her skin from his greedy fingers. His brain lit up with bells and whistles and buzzes when she bit his lip and tugged. He growled, intending to return the favor when the ringing noise he thought was in his head grew more obnoxious. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss. The ringing was his phone. They both seemed to come back to their senses at the same time, but for a fleeting moment, he got to see Mia’s dazed, lust-filled gaze as she looked at him like she wanted to lick him all over. He would definitely be down for that except… “Fuck,” he breathed softly as Mia scrambled off his lap and straightened her shirt and then her hair, turning away from him and escaping out the office door before he could say a word. The phone rang again. “Fuck,” he said again, reaching for it. “Speak,” he growled.Mia ran like a bat out of H-E-double-L to the women’s bathrooms…okay, maybe run was the wrong word
He took a step closer but kept his hands in his pockets although it looked like it pained him to do so. “I’m not sorry for kissing you, Mia,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since that night. I’ve dreamed about kissing you. I’ve dreamed about that night over and over again. But I am sorry that I did it without your consent and in our place of work. If you want to go to Carter and make a complaint about me, I won’t stop you.” Mia put her hands on her hips and gaped at him. “You want me to report the kiss to Carter?” “No,” he said, shaking his head and taking another step closer. “I want to kiss you again, but I won’t, not unless you tell me I can.” Mia stepped toward him until there was barely any space between them. She tilted her head up to him, her eyes coasting over his lips before reaching his eyes. “And if I want you to?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What does that mean for us, for the job?” Liam pulled a hand from his pocket and li
They reached for each other’s clothes as Mia dragged him toward the bedroom. She managed to get the buttons on his shirt undone and took a second to admire the smooth expanse of his chest as she ran her hands reverently over it. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and reached for hers. Mia leaned forward and ran her tongue over the solid mass of his left pec and up his neck. She could feel the throb of his pulse on her tongue and she shivered in anticipation. He pushed her away so he could free her from her shirt and her bra and then fell to his knees in front of her. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he buried his face between her breasts and breathed her in. “I’ve missed you,” he mumbled. “Me or my ta-tas?” He chuckled. “Ta-tas? You can say boobs, Mia. Or breasts. Tits work too.” He took a breath and sobered. “But I meant you,” he said looking up at her. “And these too, of course.” He looked back down at her breasts before cupping them and suckling one nipple
Liam rolled to his side and watched Mia as she caught her breath. His fingers drew soft circles on her skin; his need to keep touching her was something he really didn’t want to examine. He hadn’t intended to attack her like that as soon as he walked through the door, but he wasn’t sorry. Things had been building between them since she had walked back into his life and it was inevitable they would end up here and yet it didn’t diminish what had happened tonight. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him. Her face was soft and satiated and her lips were tilted up in a smile. He leaned forward and kissed her; he couldn’t not. She rolled toward him, her body fitting against his with ease. Bare skin slid against bare skin as she pressed closer, her arms twining around his neck and one luscious leg draped over his hip. He thrust against her, not entering her, but sliding his hardness through her warm, wet softness. It was heaven and yet not nearly enough. He skimmed
His mind fractured for a moment even as his body pulsed with his climax. Everything around him seemed to float, weightless and suspended at a single point in time before it all rushed back in and he collapsed, rolling them to the side and tightening his arms around her. He wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet. Maybe not ever.Mia must have dozed off because she felt herself waking from what seemed like a dream when Liam moved to take care of the condom and clean up. He wasn’t gone long, sliding back into bed behind her and pulling her close once more, spooning her like it was something they did every day. She sighed, relaxing back against him, relishing the warmth of his body and the way it felt to be wrapped up in his arms. She didn’t remember them snuggling last time; if they had, she didn’t think she would have been able to ever let him go. Her stomach chose that moment to remind them there was food sitting out on the counter in her kitchen and she hadn’t eaten for hours. Liam
He shrugged and sipped his beer. “So? The readers know you’re working with me, and I think they’d like to hear from you. Besides, I think you could give some good insight into what women like.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just one woman. Just because I like something, doesn’t mean every other woman out there is going to like it. We don’t have one shared consciousness.” He laughed. “I never thought that,” he said. “But I still think the readers would be interested in what you have to say.” She picked at the remainder of her gyro, not looking at him. “You really think so?” He tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to his. “Yeah, Mia, I do. I think you have some valid opinions and I think you should share them with the world. There are no wrong answers here. As you said, just because you like something doesn’t mean every other woman in the world will, but that doesn’t negate what you like. You’re allowed to have your own take on things. You’re allowed to have an opin
Mia groaned but nodded, crawling off his lap. He missed the weight of her and the warmth of her body against his. She rolled away and off the bed, scooping up the rubbish from their bed picnic. Liam grabbed the beer bottles—his empty, hers barely touched. “You don’t like beer?” She shrugged but didn’t answer. “Hey,” he said, reaching for her and tugging her against his chest. “You can tell me if you don’t like something.” She blinked up at him. “I don’t really like beer,” she replied. “It’s too bitter.” “What do you drink?” She blushed. “You’ll make fun of me,” she said, dipping her head. “Tell me,” Liam murmured, threading his fingers through the dark just-fucked curls that cascaded around her shoulders. “Sweet wine,” she replied, “Vodka Cruisers, Canadian Club, and dry. I like sweet,” she said with another shrug, not looking at him. He dipped his head and nudged her nose with his, tilting her head so he could brush a kiss across her lips. “Next time I’ll bring some