“No, I’m okay.”
He ran his hand down her back. “Don’t be silly, kitten. You said it’s tricky.”
He lifted the loose flowing shirt that covered her bikini-clad body, exposing her curvy ass wrapped snuggly in her tiny bikini bottom and her smooth back. He fiddled with the clasp until it released. The sight of the strap on her bikini top opening made his cock swell even more.
He wanted to glide his hands around her body, then cup her soft breasts in his hands. Then he’d glide one hand down her smooth stomach and dip under the front of her bikini bottom to find her intimate folds, which he was sure were slick.
He glanced at her face in the mirror and her expression was tight. Their reflected gazes caught and he saw need in her eyes. But also trepidation.
His jaw tightened and he stepped back. Her shirt fell back into place.
She wanted privacy so he’d give it to her. He strode across the room and went into the bathroom, then closed the door. He wanted her to change in the bedroom instead of hiding, and if that meant she needed him to give her privacy at first, then that’s what he’d do.
He stripped off his clothes and sat down on the chaise to wait. The thought of her in the other room, pulling off her shirt, then shedding her bikini sent his blood boiling. God, at this rate, as soon as he got into bed and felt her soft body against him, he’d be in danger of losing it.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked. He’d promised he wouldn’t force himself on her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize about her. He’d love to walk back into the room and sit in the armchair, then demand she strip off whatever pajamas she’d donned and stand in front of him. He’d tell her to stroke her lovely, round breasts for him. He’d watch her small hands cover her mounds and caress them, then because she knew how much it turned him on, she’d flick her fingertips over her nipples, making them harden and peak. He’d tell her to pinch them and pull until he heard the lovely little gasps she made when she got really turned on.
Then he’d command her to sink to her knees in front of him and grab his cock, then stroke it.
He squeezed then stroked faster at the thought of her hand around him. When she leaned forward in his fantasy and wrapped her lips around him, he groaned, pumping faster. His hand became her mouth moving up and down on him, the thought of her moist warmth encompassing him driving him wild.
He tensed and the tight coil of need in his groin released. Pleasure burned through him, and white liquid pulsed from his cock in a fountain as he groaned his release.
* * *
Abi stood at the dresser, staring at her flushed cheeks and anxious expression. Liam had stridden to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Was he annoyed that she was holding back so much after agreeing to his terms? He’d said he’d give her time, but she didn’t blame him for getting impatient for her to fulfill her promise.
And the truth was, she wanted to. The thought of touching his solid body … running her hands along his ridged muscles … then wrapping her fingers around his thick, swelling cock had her nearly panting with need.
She was trapped in her own little world of need and guilt.
She quickly stripped off her shirt and bathing suit top and tugged on the oversize T-shirt she’d pulled from the door, then she wiggled out of the bikini bottoms, watching the bathroom door. She slipped into bed and pulled the covers snug around her.
She closed her eyes. Trying to relax. Trying not to think about the awkwardness when Liam climbed into bed with her.
She knew she shouldn’t resist her desire to be with him. Del understood the agreement and had given his blessing, since he wanted Liam to sign the divorce papers as much as she did. And she was going to honor the terms of the agreement at some point. So why not tonight?
The bathroom door opened and Liam walked toward the bed. She lay still, her eyes closed as he approached. He pulled back the covers on his side of the bed and sat down.
And then he turned off the light.
She frowned. Liam liked to make love with the light on. Was he turning it off hoping she’d be more relaxed?
He climbed under the covers and snuggled up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and drawing her close to him. He nuzzled the back of her neck, sending tingles dancing down her spine. Her insides melted with need.
“Good night, kitten.”
Good night? Was he really just going to go to sleep?
A few minutes later, his slow steady breathing gave her the answer.
* * *
Liam didn’t know why he’d woken up, but he opened his eyes to the darkness and blinked. In the silvery moonlight, he saw Abi, her face only inches away, gazing at him.
“Hi,” she murmured softly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Hi.” Liam’s voice was low and sleep-roughened.
Abi’s luminous blue eyes were wide and filled with an emotion he couldn’t read.
“Are you all right, baby?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked. “What time is it?”
“It’s after two.” She rested her hand on his chest, over his heart. “And yes, I’m having trouble sleeping.”
She moved closer, until her lips were a mere breath away.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about doing this,” she whispered.
Then her soft lips found his, moving on his mouth gently. Heat flooded through his body. Her lips moved more passionately, then she surged closer, pressing her body tight to his, her soft breasts crushing against his chest.
His arms slid around her waist.
She tore her lips away. “Oh, God, I want you so badly.”
He could feel her bead-hard nipples driving into his chest, and her words made his cock swell. She rocked
