5

NORA

I’d toyed around with the idea of love languages, and while I never seemed to find the one that suited me best, I kind of always knew physical touch was a strong contender. I hadn’t been touched this way in weeks, I hadn’t been kissed like my partner was drowning and I was the air he needed to survive in months, and clearly, it was taking a toll on me.

Certainly, I didn’t love Liam. I’d barely known the guy for a week, but it was clear that the attraction was there. At least from what I could see.

My hands remained in Liam’s hair as he explored my mouth with his tongue, causing a sigh of contentment to escape my lips. His hands were softly caressing my back, as if testing the waters, trying to gauge my reaction to know if he could go further.

I wanted this desperately. Call it lust or call it simping for a handsome man, but whatever it was, I just needed to desperately get it out of my system. I’d had one-night stands before, consequences be damned, all I wanted was Liam’s hands all over my body, and a certain part buried deep inside me. Just for tonight.

With this in mind, I reached up, sinking my hands in his hair while simultaneously rocking against him. This was all he needed to go further. A string of moans escaped my parted lips as Liam’s hands tightened around me. The little groans falling from his lips filled my ears, causing my heart to swell with an iota of pride.

“What are you doing to me?” His voice was barely a whisper, rough around the edges and dripping with lust. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. We could go on arguing tomorrow, for now? I wanted nothing more than for him to be above me, skin damp as we both drew pleasure from each other.

Liam must have sensed what I wanted, because, in that moment, he pushed to his feet, both hands leaving my back to rest against my bosom to keep me from falling. I tightened my legs around his hips, feeling the blush covering my face from how well we worked together. A couple days ago, I would’ve sworn this could never have happened, but right now?

“I want you so bad,” I confessed.

“In a minute,” he responded, walking us towards a more comfortable spot, I presumed. Before long, Liam’s mouth was once again sucking at my neck and as the breathy cries left my lips, I felt him settle my ass on something cold and hard. The dresser.

“You look so good,” he told me, trailing his kisses down to my exposed breasts. “Too fucking good.” He added.

My hands gripped the edge of the dresser tightly, legs struggling to stay apart as Liam’s kisses sent shivers throughout my body.

“You’re taking your sweet time, aren’t you?” I asked, half laughing, half serious. I could feel the wetness between my thighs. I wanted Liam desperately.

Liam’s little laughter sent vibrations through my body. Still, he kept peppering kisses down my body, over my breasts—sucking at the protruding skin—over my navel, and finally at the skin right above the waist of my jeans. His kisses stopped, blue eyes looking up at me from behind his hooded lashes as though he was silently seeking my permission. He raised a dark brow and it took all my will power to prevent myself from reaching a climax then and there.

He looked so good. All 6”1 of him hunched before home, eyes silently pleading that I let him pull my jeans down, or else. I felt a smirk curl a corner of my lips, but I couldn’t help but nod.

“Take it off,”

That was all Liam needed to pull my jeans off, a ravenous look in his eyes. Almost as though he was going to punish me for making him wait so long. My body trembled at the thought.

I watched as my jeans fell limply to the floor. I was almost completely naked in front of this stranger, but I couldn’t care less. I reached forward, before either of us had the chance to change our minds, and grabbed the belt buckle of his pants, hurriedly working it open.

“Someone’s in a haste,” Liam laughed, eyes sparkling, but I could see the tent in his jeans, clear as day.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” was my retort. Liam grabbed my hands, halting my movement to resume his. For a brief moment, our eyes clashed and I could’ve sworn I felt us share an unspoken moment, almost like this meant more to us than just a measly—really, really good—time.

But I didn’t have time to dwell on it because as quickly as he slid my panties down my legs, eyes never leaving mine. “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he confessed, sincerity shining in his eyes.

I felt my heart skip a beat, almost as though Liam could elicit an emotional response from me.

This wasn’t supposed to be an emotional connection. It’s just casual.

Before I could react, however, I felt him take charge of the situation, slipping into me and slowly finding a rhythm that works best for us both. A long, soft moan parts my lips, and I whimper as Liam covers my mouth with his. My hands are wrapped around him, nails scratching at the damp skin on his back as he rocks into me. He lets out a string of swear words, muttering words I can’t decipher.

Us together like this couldn’t be anything more than I imagined.  Our rhythm is fast paced, but not anything I can’t handle. And with Liam lifting his head to look down at me like that, sweat beading on his skin, this could easily be one of the best moments of my life.

“Oh lord,” I groaned, listening to his deep grunts that threatened to drive me crazy. The intensity building within me only needs a push and I would tip over the edge.

“Fuck me. You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” Liam said, leaning down to lick at my skin. I probably tasted like sweat, and it might’ve been the erotically charged air of our situation, but he seemed to like it because he sucked, trailing down to once again take a nipple between his teeth.

I teetered at the edge, needing just one more push to tip over completely. Call it telepathy, voodoo, or just knowing what a woman needs, because Liam's skillful fingers find their way to between my thighs, and when his fingers gently grazed my clit, I could barely control the string of moans that fell out my lips.

“Liam, oh my goodness,” I cried as he kept rocking into me, maintaining a fast pace that threatened my sanity. I couldn’t help but cry out once again, my fingers slipping against his back as he stole the moans from my mouth with a kiss. With a rough grunt, Liam snatched his lips from mine, instead leaning his forehead against mine, as he reached his own climax.

My breaths fell out my lips in rough, ragged pants, almost like I had just run a marathon. What did one say after just having the hottest one night stand with a stranger on a resort dresser? I had no idea. The high of the moment was already falling, and I had no idea what to say to Liam. He looked equally spent, blue eyes closed, chest heaving slightly. I strangely wanted him to look at me.

This man was a sight for sore eyes, his toned arms, abs, and that handsome face. All of it together was nothing short of a recipe for disaster. But it felt so good I couldn’t resist.

What was even stranger was that if he’d opened those beautiful lips to ask me to bed once again, I wouldn’t hesitate to jump in his arms. What was happening to me?

“So good,” Liam finally said, eyes opening to catch mine watching him. I blinked at him, feeling my cheeks heat beyond my control. Automatically, I averted my gaze. I couldn’t possibly let him see the turmoil brewing inside of me. Certainly not. I had to scram, disappear.

“Uhm…” I started to say, watching him pull out of me and get rid of the condom. I hadn’t even realized he’d slipped it on. Was that how much of an effect Liam had on me? This was crazy.

He tilted his head to the side slightly, as though he was trying to gauge exactly what I was thinking. “You okay…?” He started to say, but I immediately cut him off, jumping off the soiled dresser.

“Bathroom,” I managed to say, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights.

My cheeks were burning hot and no doubt I looked like an overripe mango, but I couldn’t help myself. What was this feeling brewing inside of me?

It’s only when I’m out of Liam’s sight, bathroom door locked behind me that I realize what we just did.

What the fuck have I done?