More Liam Pt. 2!

Make sure you start with Part One here!  And thank you! Liam is holding steady in the 200s.  I'm still hopeful we'll get an early Christmas present if Liam hits the Top 100!

Liam refused to release my hands.  Instead he pressed his ear against my chest and lingered there for a moment.   “What are you doing?” I murmured.  My breath was still ragged with anticipation. “Counting,” he whispered.  “I love you more with each beat.” A shiver traveled up my neck and I barely managed to push words past my lips.  “Bedroom now.” He didn’t need any other coaxing.  His hands dropped mine, freeing them to tangle into his hair and draw his mouth to mine, as he lifted me easily into his arms and carried me to the bedroom, narrowly missing the door jamb but slamming against the door itself. “Kissing you is dangerous,” I murmured, barely detaching my lips from his. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”  With one swift kick, he pushed the door closed.  Dropping me on the bed, he loomed over me, his eyes blazing as he tugged his shirt off to reveal his abs.  I stretched and trailed a finger across them, my hand practically vibrating across his stomach.   “I don’t know why they call them washboard abs.  They only make me feel dirty,” I said, licking my tongue across my lips for emphasis. Liam rolled his eyes like he always did when I commented on his body.  The fact that he couldn’t see that he was a total sex god made him all that much hotter. He tugged at my pajama bottoms.  “Less clothes now.” I wasn’t about to resist, but before I could even strip to my panties, he was yanking them off me, his body bearing urgently down on mine.