Escaping Reality

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    around him, and my hips arch.
    “Liam,” I pant, needing what he still hasn’t given me, needing him to
    move.
    His lips taste mine. “Say my name again.”
    “Liam,” I whisper, and I wonder why this appeals to him. What it
    means or if it means anything at all.
    “What do you want?” he asks, and his voice is gravelly, laden with
    desire. Desire for me.
    “You know what I want.”
    “Tell me.” He reaches between us and strokes my clit.
    “You know what I want.” My voice is louder now, laced with the
    urgency building inside me, and I wrap my legs around his hips, touching
    him the only way I can touch him.
    “Say it, Amy. It’s just you and me. Raw and honest. Give it to me.”
    Honest. That freedom is everything to me. “Fuck me. I want you to
    fuck me.”
    A look of pure male satisfaction rolls over his face, and he slides his
    hands around my back. “Hold on to my neck,” he commands. The instant I
    comply, he lifts me, melding my body to his, and he starts to pump, pulling
    me down on top of him at the same time. Pleasure nearly overwhelms me
    as each thrust of his cock sends shock waves of pleasure through my body. I
    do not know if I am actually on the counter or he’s just using it to brace our
    bodies, or his knees, I think, but I don’t care. I bury my head in his chest,
    and cling to him, the sound of his heavy breathing like silk stroking my
    nerve endings. I can feel his urgency, his need, and I am there with him,
    pushing into him, trying to meet him, take him, find that sweet spot that
    we both want.
    And it’s there, it’s there, and the sexy near growl that escapes his lips
    tells me it’s there for him, too. He grinds me against him, and my sex
    clenches around his cock, and I am shaking, or he is shaking. Maybe we
    both are. It’s a haze of pleasure rushing through my body, and I am
    clutching him and he me, and I feel the counter beneath me, his arms
    around my back.
    “That’s what you call fast,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing it
    and my ear before leaning back to search my face. “What are you doing to
    me, woman? I’m never…” He scrubs his jaw, seeming almost rattled, before
    his hands go to the counter at my hips. “Next time won’t be like that. Slow,
    baby. Nice and slow.”
    Next time. I am pleased with these words and stunned at the idea
    that I have affected this man on a level beyond his normal encounters. I
    surprise myself by smiling. “I didn’t even get to examine the many
    attributes of Pi.”
    His lips curve. “Baby, you can examine it, lick it, do whatever you
    want to do to it and me, after I feed you. I promised. I meant it.”
    Lick it. Yes. Please. Promise. I am not used to promises. I will take this
    one and put it to good use. He pulls out of me and I gasp. “Warning,
    please.”
    He laughs, a gentle lion’s laugh, deep and sensual. I love that laugh.
    “We have to get you dressed before someone shows up at the door.” He
    sets me on the ground and eyes the condom and motions to the other
    room. “I’ll be right back.” He heads out of the kitchen, probably to the
    bathroom, and I suddenly realize I don’t even have basics like toilet paper.
    Now this is truly embarrassing. I’ll have to find a twenty-four-hour store
    and get some basic stuff. That’s all there is to it.
    I wiggle my skirt down my hips, and snatch up his shirt, but I don’t
    put it on. Liam will need it to answer the door. His words play in my mind.
    Be inside you now. I have to. I smile to myself at the idea of making a man
    like Liam “have” to do anything, and I hunt down my panties, bra, and
    blouse—which appears to be missing a middle button. Nothing like a gaping
    front to show off your bra. Heading to the living room, I can hear Liam
    talking to someone on the phone from the bedroom, telling them how to
    find the entrance to the building. Knowing we will have company soon, I
    quickly shove my clothes into my carry-on bag and pull out the airport
    t-shirt I bought before leaving New York.
    “The bellman is coming up the elevator now,” Liam says, rounding
    the doorway just as I pull the t-shirt into place. Stopping dead in his tracks,
    his expression turns suddenly stormy and intense.
    Feeling more than a little awkward at his reaction, I hold up his shirt.
    “I thought you might need this and I tore the button off of my blouse.”
    He stalks forward and stops directly in front of me. “I have never
    hated an ‘I love New