Anna washed her hands and stuck her toothbrush in her mouth. She poked her head into the bedroom. “You were looking for what?”
“Handcuffs, ropes, a piece of silk to cover your eyes—you know, the usual stuff people have in their bedside tables.” A wicked grin settled onto his face. “Let’s see what Anna Granger has…” He reached across the bed, opened a drawer, and peeked in. “Tissues. And reading glasses. Hmm, nothing here I can use.”
Anna’s eyes widened as he propped himself on one elbow and turned to open the drawer of the other beside table. Foamy bits of toothpaste stuck to the corners of her mouth.
“Holy…”
He rifled through the contents, surprise and delight urging his voice into a lower octave. He pulled the travel-sized vibrators and packets of flavored lubricant from the drawer and dumped them between his legs. “Where did these come from? You’ve been holding back on me, Granger.”
Anna ducked back into the bathroom, her cheeks flaming bright red. “Oh, my God,” she yelled, toothpaste foaming at the corners of her mouth. “I forgot about those! I swear I’ve never used any of them. Not even once.”
What was that phrase about protesting too much? She rinsed, spat, ran back to the bedroom, and picked up the nub-covered vibrator that had gotten stuck in her hair. “They were a birthday gift from Elaine.”
“It’s been almost two months since your birthday, and you haven’t given them a test drive?” Apparently, he was in awe of her willpower.
“Can I blame it on you? Because you appeared a few days after they did, and I think I prefer the real thing.”
Liam examined each of the sex toys, switching them on and off, playing with the variable speeds. He placed Anna’s nemesis on his first finger and got it going.
“Would it help to think of this as a Leo-enhancement?” He moved to rest his back against the wall and invited Anna to sit between his thighs, her back to his front.
“Wait, weren’t you going to brush your teeth?”
“Don’t touch anything till I get back. I want to watch you try them all.”
Liam looked to his right when he re-entered the bedroom. Her grandmother’s bureau stood against the wall, an oval mirror attached to the back by an elaborate frame. He dragged the bureau closer to the foot of the bed and looked at her.
“Can you see yourself?” He stepped to where she was sitting, still in shock, right where he left her propped against the headboard. “Perfect.” He kissed her cheek and pounced, landing on the bed with his knees astride her legs. “I can’t think of anything better to do on a Monday morning than test drive vibrators.”
“What’s the mirror for?” she asked, swatting at his shin as he nibbled at her neck.
Anna wanted to hide under her sheets. She tried willing her phone to ring and remembered she had never plugged it into its charger. She tried scooting deeper under the protective covering of her blankets, but Liam’s weight made any movement impossible.
“So you can watch yourself and so I can watch you watching yourself. Turns me on. I think you’ll like it.”
She hadn’t seen this playful side of Liam before, the adult version of a kid in a candy store.
He left on his T-shirt and his briefs, and tucked himself between the headboard and her body, framing her with his legs. Tilting his head to one side, he approved the angle of the mirror. “Perfect. Now, close your eyes and lean into me.”
Normally, she would be very willing to follow his instructions, but this was pushing her limits. She dressed in front of mirrors. Little ones. Ones that showed her body from the neck up. But she had never looked in a mirror while pleasuring herself or while having sex. Maybe he would let her leave her eyes closed. Maybe she would let him do all the work. She tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it over her head. He laughed and pulled the fabric from her vise-like grip.
Liam kissed the zone under her ears, along the edge of neck, and down to her shoulder and reminded her to do what they’d been doing since they met. “Breathe.”
Anna sank her weight into his chest while she stroked his thighs.
He slipped his hands between his groin and her panties, snaking a couple of fingers around the waistband. “Let’s take these off.”
She had one fleeting moment to wonder how she’d gone so fast from the previous night’s Am I mad at him? to this morning’s Let’s get naked! She lifted her hips. He peeled her underwear over her ass, held on so she could extricate the first leg, whipped it off her other leg, and tossed it to the floor.
Underpants. What a poor excuse for protection when a determined lover was in the vicinity. She leaned into his chest again, her head resting alongside his jaw, and looked toward the mirror through half-open eyes.
They took a few breaths together before he ran his hands over her stretchy camisole and cupped her breasts. Her nipples ended up between his thumbs and tips of his forefingers where he rolled, pinched, and pulled until she arched her back. He took her movement as an invitation to bite the side of her neck and squeeze and pinch her nipples more. Gradually, he relaxed his hold on her left breast and brought his hand to cup her sex, sliding his fingers and palm from side to side.
“You’re rather warm and wet this morning.” He spoke into her skin, releasing his teeth from her neck only to slide them to her shoulder for another bite.
“I want you to play with me.”
“What do you think I’m doing?” Running one fingertip around the base of her clitoris, he felt for her arousal.
“I think you’re spoiling me.”
“Give me your hand,” he instructed. She obliged, and he topped her index finger with the nub-covered vibrator. “Don’t touch yourself
