Liam's Gold Excerpt 2

Excerpt 2 from LIAM'S GOLD, November 2008, ISBN 978-1-60504-228-2, Samhain Publishing
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He’d taken off her cardigan and blouse before he unlocked his front door, and goose bumps blushed across her skin. Late September in Wisconsin wasn’t exactly toasty. Sal wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her face on his chest, also bare to the night air. Her heart pounded with fear and excitement. What remained of her common sense screamed at her to put her shirt back on and get her ass home before she slept with Lothario Liam, her tomcat of a neighbor.

The problem was, she could tell how good it was going to be. He kissed like an angelic devil, or a devilish angel, some otherworldly sex god, and he knew how to make her whimper. Didn’t she deserve the kind of sex she’d always imagined?

Liam tossed her blouse and sweater on the rocking chair near the door and kissed her again. Her purse hit the porch with a thump. His fingers threaded through her hair, fisted, and she couldn’t turn away. She could only kiss him back and, well, shove one of her hands down his pants and squeeze his butt. His hips twitched against her belly.

Definitely no way to fake an erection like that. How could this be about Kristiana? No, she didn’t want to think about the woman he’d been with last. She just wanted to think about her dreams coming true in a very carnal way.

How many millions of times had she fantasized about this? She caressed his bare, nearly hairless chest, muscular but not brawny. Next she stroked his ribs and ended at the perfect hollow above his hipbone. The hollow she’d yearned to lick whenever he’d been shirtless.

By golly, she’d do it.

She unlocked his fist from her hair and dropped to her knees. His eyes widened and his lips parted, but no sound came out. Sal wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her cheek against his flat, hot stomach. His shirt flapped open in the same unseen breeze that cooled her overheated skin.

With her lips closed, she placed tiny kisses around his navel and allowed her tongue to flicker out and sample that delicious spot above his hip. Slightly musky. Clean. Liam. She’d have known that taste anywhere, though it had never crossed her lips. She closed her eyes and breathed him in, rubbed her face across him with a sigh that tickled his skin.

“Sal.” His hoarse voice penetrated the fog of lust that had driven her to her knees on a first date, so to speak, not twenty yards from her grandmother’s house.

She didn’t want to be sane. In response, she licked him at his beltline and trailed a hand from his knee to his thigh, halting at his groin.

He grabbed her hand before she could undo his belt. Sal grinned into his belly and nipped him.

“Let’s go inside.” He fumbled for his keys and scrambled to unlock the door. The deadbolt always stuck. He couldn’t free it unless he pulled back on the doorknob while turning the key. This forced him to release her hand, which she promptly used to fondle his crotch.

Liam wheezed. The door opened and he fell into the living room, dragging her across the threshold. Sal ended up on top, her lace-clad bosom brushing his chest.

Warm air from the house bathed their chilled skin, and Sal shivered. She flattened herself against him. Liam rubbed down her shoulder blades, her spine, and around her buttocks. There, he lingered and massaged, increasing the ache between her legs. Mmm, he was good. She nibbled his shoulder and tried not to grind her hips like a dog in heat.

“By all that’s holy, woman,” he muttered into her hair. “Why didn’t you drop a hint years ago that you were so…” He swallowed.

“What am I so?” She raised herself and stared at him. Along his cheekbones, his skin had tightened, and his eyes were black. Warm, yellow light from the kitchen, open to the living room at one end, etched the planes of his chest.

Liam blinked. A tiny smile lightened his tense expression. “You’re so half-naked on top of me.” He drew her down for another luscious bout of kisses and squeezes.

A gust of wind whooshed through the open door and up her skirt. Sal uttered a startled whoop. Several dry leaves blew across the hardwood floor and came to rest on the red and brown Oriental rug in the center of the large room.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable?” Liam traced the waistband of her skirt before tickling his way up her back. His fingers twitched the clasp of her bra.

“Maybe.” Somewhere comfortable. That sounded so…final. Sal licked her lips, nervous again. Was she really going to do this?

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