Protecting His Windflower (A Spirit Hunters Series Novel Book 1) by Temperance Dawn (best ereader for epub TXT) 📗

he wouldn’t move lower. She wanted his lips on her more than she wanted to breathe, and she wiggled underneath him in an attempt to move the sweater up and expose more of her skin to his touch.

She didn’t get very far in her efforts, however. Liam jumped up and stood, staring at her. Heat filled his crystal blue eyes with a fire she had never seen in them before, causing her own desire to stir deep within her even more. Liam held out his hand to help her stand. A moment later, she was enveloped in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, her mouth roaming his neck while he carried her to the bedroom.

Once he sat her on the bed, he said, “Scoot back, baby, and get comfortable.”

She did and watched as he removed his pants, leaving his boxers on and keeping eye contact with her the entire time. Emily slid her pants down, and Liam helped her get them over her feet. Then, she pulled the sweater she wore off and tossed it to the side.

When she started to remove her panties, Liam stopped her. “Easy, baby. There’s no rush,” he told her.

“I’m not really sure what to do,” Emily admitted, feeling self-conscious.

“Don’t think about it. Just enjoy what I do with you. We’re going slow. I’m going to explore you and memorize every single inch of you. Every. Single. Inch,” he reiterated to her before moving his head lower to kiss her neck again. Then, lower to her now exposed breasts. He’d expertly unhooked her bra while they were on the sofa, and the short stubble on his jaw scratched her skin, leaving a delicious sensation across her flesh.

Now he was pulling the straps down her arms, freeing her breasts completely. “God. You are so beautiful,” he told her after tossing her bra to the floor. Liam lowered his head farther and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Emily thought she was going to come apart right then.

Liam kissed and devoured her as if his life depended on it. “I can’t get enough of you. I thought I could go slow, but I don’t know if I can. You have my senses so overloaded I can’t see straight.” Liam’s voice resonated with a roughness that had Emily’s desire soaring. His grip on her hips held her in a vice, yet his mouth on her remained tender. It was a delicious contradiction of sensations that sent her head spinning and elevated her sexual appetite for him even more. “I want to memorize every curve, sound, taste, smell,” he rasped.

“We have all night. And all weekend,” Emily reminded between breathless kisses. She eased her panties farther down her hips again, and this time Liam didn’t stop her. He helped her push them over her feet.

He reluctantly let go of her nipples and scooted up, so he was face to face with her again, kissing her passionately, before saying, “Are you okay with this, baby?”

Emily looked at him. Her eyelids were heavy with lust, and her breathing turned erratic.

“God, yes, Liam. I’ve never been more okay with anything.”

“You’ll tell me if you want me to slow down or stop. I won’t be mad. I’ll do whatever you need. Promise?”

“I promise. Now. Can I touch you?”

Liam smiled from ear to ear. “Yeah, baby. You can touch me all you want.”

He sat back on his knees and took Emily’s hands, helping her up to kneel with him. She placed her hands on his chest and felt tremors move through his muscles. His body heat seared through her palms and radiated up her arms. His eyes were closed, and it was evident he was holding his breath. “Are you okay?” she asked him.

“Yeah, I’m perfect.”

“You looked like you were a million miles away.”

“I’m good. I just can’t believe you’re physically here with me right now, not just in my dream. Where no one can hurt you. No one can take you away.”

Emily let her hands slide down his rib cage and his sides, where they snuck their way to his back and under the elastic of his boxers. Liam sucked in a breath and caught her hands as they were making their way toward his front.

“What’s wrong,” Emily asked, hesitantly.

“Nothing, baby. But if you don’t stop touching me, I’m gonna come right here in my shorts.”

Emily blew out a sigh. Liam put his arms around her back, heating her skin as his hands glided over her flesh. His lips crashed down on hers, taking her in a kiss so deep her head spun as if she were drunk. Emily felt Liam move his mouth to her ear, where he sucked on her earlobe and nipped her neck. “Turn around,” he whispered.

“What?” Confused and intoxicated by her desire, she wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly.

“Baby, turn around for me.”

Emily did as he asked her. She turned around on the big king bed, resting on her knees. Liam held her around her waist, pulling her close, pressing her back against his front. She could feel his erection pressing on her ass, and that only turned her on more. “Open your eyes.”

Not sure why he was asking her to do it, she opened her eyes and quickly found the image of herself and Liam in the long mirrored closet door across the room. Her breath caught, overtaken by the sight. Liam was behind her, still in his boxers, but she was completely naked, vulnerable, and more turned on than she had ever been in her life.

“I want you to see yourself. See how gorgeous you are. Watch me worship you.”

Emily’s mind spun. She struggled to find words to form sentences. She stared at the mirror as the room around her morphed. Her mind played a different image. One of her and Liam, but in a different time, in the same position they were in now. The room's wood trim was the same, but everything else was different: the bed, the furniture,