Page 71 of My Killer Blind Date

I nod, the anticipation of what’s about to happen making my head swimmy.

He drops to his knees, his eyes now level with mine. He reaches around my back and unhooks the bra, slowly sliding it off my chest and tossing it aside.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he says in a husky voice. His mouth finds my breast as he places the most delicate kiss I’ve ever known, and then another, working his way from one side to the next. I let out a gasp and cup my hands around his face, pulling him to my mouth.

Still kissing me, his fingers move to the fly of my jeans, unfastening the snap. I groan and hover my butt off the bench so he can pull them down. At the same time, I’m undoing his pants. The steamy water mists around us.

Then we’re naked, and he’s kneeling between my spread legs, licking up my neck, teasing the whorl of my ear as his fingers slide up my thighs, getting closer to my center.

I gasp as his fingers hit the sensitive spot, making gentle swirling motions. I grab his shoulders and squeeze.

‘There,’ I groan.

The friction is unbearable. I arch my back as Liam’s greedy mouth returns to my breasts, licking and sucking and kissing, his fingers never stopping their motion as he works deep shivers through me. My thighs tense as the heat in my core increases.

Years of tension feel like they’re knotted in the very spot where his tireless fingers are bringing it all to the surface, and suddenly, the burning is unbearable and I’m about to go over the edge.

‘I’m so close …’ I moan as my hips squirm.

‘Good,’ he coaxes, and then, with no further warning, pleasure rolls through me. I grab his biceps like I’m holding on for dear life as another molten-hot wave crests. And then another, and I’m about to pass out.

‘Oh my God,’ I breathe as he withdraws his fingers and braces his hands on my hips.

‘You like?’

‘Yes, and I need you to give it to me now.’

Liam stands, his chest flushed. ‘Condom.’ He grabs his soaking wet jeans and rummages in the pocket, then pulls one out, rips the package open with his teeth and rolls it on.

Then, Liam turns me around on the bench, so that I’m kneeling with my hands against the wall, my butt perched in the air. He starts slow, taking his time to work his way inside me, but I’m getting impatient.

‘More,’ I demand.

With a murmur of determination, he pushes in.

From there, it’s a blur as my core tightens against him, his rhythm heating me all over again. The pleasure is overwhelming, the sensation almost too much, but I need more, it’s too good …

I pant in the steamy air, bracing for what I feel coming – another wave of pleasure I’m not sure I’m ready for.

It hits, jolting through me, strong, relentless. I think I cry out his name, but I can’t be sure, and I hear him groan, ‘Margot,’ and then he’s bending over me and his arms are around me. We spend a moment in silence, heaving out breaths together.

My heartbeat settles slowly and I feel my head clear. A heavy peaceful feeling seeps through my body.

‘I thought I was going to pass out,’ I say.

He chuckles. ‘Don’t do that.’

‘Did you have that condom in your pocket the whole time?’

‘Always prepared.’

‘Good man.’

We shower off fully this time, using up the last of the hot water. When it turns cold, Liam shuts it off. Even though the evening is warm, we both stand there shivering in the dark. I glance at the sloppy pile of wet clothes.

‘How’re we getting back to the house?’

Liam grins. ‘We’ll have to streak. Thankfully the neighbors aren’t here this weekend.’