Page 78 of Witchblood

“Relaxed, I’d say. And that’s okay. I do love your hair.” He kissed my lips again before finding my collar bone and nibbling at the skin there. Who knew that could feel so nice? “Just nice?” He asked.

“You did take the hoodie away,” I pointed out. “That was mean.”

“Because you’re cold?” He wanted to know.

“Because it smells like you,” I confessed.

He grinned. “How about if I make you smell like me?”

That sounded way dirtier in my head than I think he meant it. Like his come all over me.

“No, that’s about right,” Liam agreed.

Heat flooded my cheeks. “I’m not good at foreplay.” Had always been given the wham-bam-thank-you-sir sort of affection.

“It’s fortunate for you that I am,” Liam boasted.

“Hmm,” I said giving him a narrow glare that I hoped conveyed my doubt. “Then why am I the only one half naked?”

“Oh, well, yes. Let me remedy that,” Liam laughed as he pushed away from me. He stood beside the bed, pulled his phone out of his pocket and a moment later a funny pop song began to play. Liam moved his hips, swaying to the music and slowly lifted his shirt.

“Really?” I asked him. Dancing was not one of his best skills. Dancing to Baby Shark was just too much. I couldn’t help but laugh as he wiggled his butt, stripper like, and whipped his shirt off Magic Mike style, then unbuttoned his pants all to the little jig on his phone. He shoved the jeans down to reveal bikinis not unlike mine. I gaped at the red fabric framing his ass. “Okay that’s very nice.”

“Very nice?” He growled at me.

“Hey, you’re working on getting naked. Keep going. Very nice is better than nice, nice.”

He snorted and put the phone down on the table next to the tea, before climbing under the blanket with me.

“Hey you said you were gonna get naked,” I protested.

“Mhmm. Let’s play a little first.” Liam straddled my hips again, but wrapped his arms around me and slid us together. I groaned at the feeling of his hard cock against my sweats. The red fabric had shocked me so much I hadn’t had time to analyze the outline of his dick. I wondered briefly what it looked like. Twice in bed with him and I couldn’t recall more than fleeting glimpses.

“I promise you can examine it at length later.” Liam kissed me again. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling of him against me. His kiss, the sway of his hips, the press of his warmth. So very nice.

“More adjectives,” he grumbled.

“Not sure what you’re looking for? Good? Great?”

He sucked on one of my nipples. I sighed, sinking into the bed to just enjoy the feeling. “I’m going for speechless, stop the hamsters, mind-numb from pleasure.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him. “I thought that only happened in movies and books?”

He groaned, put his hands on my hips and dragged me down the bed a foot or two until I was flat on my back and he could perch over me. Then he tugged off the sweats.

“You should probably know I’m not really a bikini man,” I said. “They look awesome on you, but I always feel a little restricted. I’m a boxer-brief guy.”

“Yeah?” Liam asked.

I nodded like it was the solemn truth. This whole experience was a little odd. I was used to being pushed around, shoved to my knees, or flipped over. This interaction thing confused me.

Liam shoved the blankets away and leaned over me to press his face into my stomach. I couldn’t help but laugh at the tickle of his scruff. There wasn’t much of it. Just enough that he’d have to shave soon, but the sensation was like soft Velcro sliding across my skin. He nipped at my hip bones while tracing my tattoos with his fingers. “Will you tell me what they mean someday?”

“It’s mostly just wards. Nothing with a lot of attachment.”

“Something else to work on.” He cupped my ass and moved me a little until he was sitting between my spread thighs.

“Should we turn out the light?” The brightness suddenly hit me with a wave of vulnerability I didn’t know I had. Liam could see all of me. Scrawny mutt that I was.