Page 71 of Seeking Stars
"This okay?" He asked as he unbuttoned her jeans.
They stared at each other, green studying brown. She nodded. He pulled her zipper down and bit his lip as he found the line of her underwear.
"I want to touch you," he said. He caressed the soft fabric of her panties, gentle fingertips over satin. "Tell me you want me to touch you."
"Touch me, Liam."
He pushed his fingers under the edge of her underwear and beyond, curving them around her mound. He slipped one, two fingers into the warm, slick folds, reaching for the bundle of nerves there.
One of her hands touched him over his jeans and he hissed.
He jerked his hips back. "No. I want this to be about you."
"It's not enough." She writhed under him, adding friction against his fingers, her eyes still locked with his.
"Then we'll want more, until we know what's next."
He moved his fingers slowly, exploring the new territory and learning what made her wild. He let the momentum build, focusing his movements on the raised, hardened nub, or giving her time to catch her breath by allowing his fingers to tease her entrance.
Her eyes were half closed now, her breathing ragged, her mouth open. He rubbed his nose against her temple, keeping his arousal under control. He was so hard that his hips wanted to jerk and move out of their own volition, but he held back.
"C'mon, Ana, let me see you. Let me have this before you go," he said, his voice hoarse to his own ears. "I don't want to miss a thing."
The fingers against his shoulder scratched his skin. The undulation of her body picked up the pace; she rode his fingers and he stroked her faster, her moans catching in her throat, driving him out of his mind with the need to see her climax.
"Liam—"
Whatever she said died in her throat as she came undone under him. He dropped his forehead to her temple, only then becoming aware of his own labored breathing. He smiled despite the throbbing hardness in his pants, trying with his half-aware brain to subdue it.
When she opened her eyes again, he let himself fall into their warmth.
***
Her body still shaking from her orgasm, she opened her eyes to search his.
His eyes crinkled at the corners, shining with amazement. She'd been looking for a demand, for a request that she returned the favor, but saw none of it. He seemed wholly content with the state of things.
She rubbed her forehead with a hand. She sighed and squirmed as he took his hand away from her tender flesh. She wiggled and shifted to her side, feeling him still hard against her hip in the process. He moaned.
She spied on his jeans and saw more confirmation that he was still aroused. She moved her hand towards that hardness trapped beneath denim, but he intercepted it by wrapping his fingers around her wrist. He brought it to his chest instead.
"Not today," he said. "Think about it while we're apart."
"Liam…"
"You need to catch your flight home, I need to go on this PR tour. We'll text, call, all that. We'll talk about what's next. We'll figure it out."
She nodded, accepting his words. The only options were to further antagonize TCA by rescheduling the flight they were paying for, or to go away as planned. And Liam would be gone in less than 24 hours anyway.
"Okay. We'll figure it out," she said, holding on to the possibility.
"What if I drop you at the airport? We'd have a bit longer."
She put her hand on his face; she ran her thumb against his shaven skin.
"My flight is departing from LAX, not from a private airport. TCA may be paying for my flight but it's the cheapest ticket. No chartered flights for the runt. I actually think they're doing this only because of this project with you, not because they treat us the same as you A-listers. Anyway, chances are people would recognize you and bother you. I don't think it's a good idea. "
"The runt, huh?" He smirked at her sass and kissed her again. They would have gotten lost in it, passion quickly escalating, had her phone not dinged.
