Equation for Love by Sutherland, Fae (13 ebook reader TXT) 📗

The kiss broke, and Skye panted, looking up at Liam as the other man deliberately kept his hands where they were and, even more deliberately, very slowly slid them higher, bringing Skye's T-shirt up as well, until he was forced to lift his arms and let it be removed over his head.

He tried not to squirmas muchas he was inside. He wasn't the type to really care how people thought he looked, but standing there half-undressed in a hotel room with possibly the sexiest man he'd ever met and about to have sex for the first time... Skye succumbed to a bit ofvanityand wondered what Liamthought.

It became apparent, a few seconds later, that it wasn't bad things. Or maybe he was just a very good actor. He'd probably done this a hundred times and no longer had to even struggle to hide his true reactions when he met clients anymore. That was a sobering thought.

However, when Liam splayed one large, longfingered hand on Skye's ribcage and down his side to curlthere and pullhimclose again, he had to admit it felt very genuine. As did the heat in Liam's hazel eyes. Quite honestly, he looked as though he might devour Skye at any moment, not like someone struggling to contain his revulsion. That eased Skye's irrational and childishworries.

The kiss Liam slanted across his mouth dissolved the rest of Skye's petty vanity like mist in the morning sunshine. Skye didn't even manage to make any mental notes, overwhelmed by the smoldering glide of Liam's tongue into his mouth. Almost...possessive. How fancifula thought that was.

To distract himself in the hopes of maintaining some semblance of rational thought for the next five minutes, Skye pulled back enough to break the kiss, glancing up at Liam, then down as he reached to tug open the buttons onthe other man's shirt.

If he'd thought getting Liamshirtless was the way to keep a sane thought in his head, Skye was disabused of that notion as the shirt fell to the floor and all he could do was stare.

"Wow."

Liamchuckled. "I like that as a first impression."

Was he making fun? Skye couldn't tell and glanced up. Liam didn't look like he was mocking, just sort of amused, in a not bad way. He could live with that. As longas it was laughingwithhim, not at him.

"You're very handsome. Well, but then I guess you have to be, don't you, in your line of work?" He must spent hours at the gym, in a tanning salon. Even though his muscles didn't seem like the bulky gym kind. And that definitelywasn't one ofthose spraytans.

Skye's fingers itched to touch and he let himself, stretching a hand out to trail his fingers down Liam's hard stomach. His abs were tight and defined, but again, not all bulky and poking out the way those obnoxious six-packs did on the guys he'd see coming and going fromthe Gold's by his apartment back in LA. He wondered, oddly, what his skintasted like.

He had never wondered any such thing in allhis life. Hmm.

Skye glanced up at Liam. "I had the thought just now of tasting your skin. Is that odd? Or common?" He'd like to keep some sort of track of where, if anywhere, his natural desires skewed from the norm. He figured someone like Liam, doing what he did, would be anexpert onthe percentages.

Liam exhaled, stomach sort of flexing under Skye's fingers. "I'd say it's pretty common. Lord knows, I'm having a similar thought about you." Now that was surprising and the way his pulse quickened intrigued Skye. "Go ahead ifyouwant."

Oh, he wanted. He definitely wanted. He leaned down, both hands on Liam's lean sides, and pressed his lips against the warm, smooth skin stretched across his ribcage. When he straightened, he looked up at Liam questioningly.

Liam just smiled, brows lifted. "I thought you were goingto taste. That involves your tongue, professor."

Skye sighed in exasperation. "I know that. I was just...testing."Intruth, he'd beena little shocked byhow warm and silky Liam's skin was. Golden and taut...not like his own, which was pale and dusted with dark hair. He was ingood shape, but not like Liam.

Liam smiled at the exasperated tone. Before Skye could bend down again, Liam toed off his shoes and gestured for Skye to do the same. "Come here, into the bed, Skye. Then you can conduct all the experiments youwant."

Honest to God, being this man's guinea pig was becoming more and more appealing with ever second that ticked by. A minute later, they were stretched out on the bed, and Liam shifted half-over Skye. "Tell me what you want, professor. Do you want to call the shots? Or do youwant to learnbydoing?"

Skye shivered and his cock stirred against Liam's hip. "I've always learned best by participating...um, hands on, so to speak."

Liam grinned. "Now there's something we have in common. I like the sound ofthat. I want youto tellme if anything I do doesn't feel right or if you don't like it." Not that he doubted Skye's ability to speak up. The mandidn't seemto have a filter at all.

Skye nodded, and Liam took that as his cue to continue. Slow and easy was the pace he wanted and suspected Skye needed. He seemed to need time to process what he was experiencing and feeling or he tried to pullback and stop things inorder to do so.

Liam began by pushing up onto one elbow and looking down at him. His hand splayed on Skye's bare chest. He was about Liam's height, but thinner, his skin a pale, creamyshade that contrasted withLiam's darker tan. There was a soft, sparse patch of black hair in the center of Skye's chest, and Liam couldn't resist, bending to nuzzle the spot as his hand curled on