Well, he probably had a bigger room. "My room," he replies with a smile. "If that's alright with you."
Jane gave him a nervous smile. "That would be fine."
He can sense that she's nervous. "Jane, if you don't want to, I'd understand."
How could he read her like that? "It's just that . . .well, it's been a long time since I . . ."
"Made love?" he finishes for her, and he sees her nod. "I know, its the same for me. Marie was 9 months pregnant when she passed. So, it's been almost a year since I've done anything either. But like I said, we don't have to, if you don't want to. I wouldn't want you to do something that you would regret later on."
Jane bites her lip. Dear God. Not only had he lost his wife, but he had lost a child too. A double whammy. "I . . . I want to . . . we just might need to take it slow. I mean . . . it's been so long for the both of us . . ."
"We'll only go as fast as you want to," Liam flashes a smile in Jane's direction. "I don't want you to feel as if you have to do this tonight." Yes, he may be lonely, but rushing a woman into sex was not his style. He had always promised himself that he would never be THAT guy.
Jane leans into Liam, and gives him a soft kiss on the lips. "Liam. . . I. . . I do want this."
He finds himself returning her kiss, noting how soft and supple her lips were. One hand pulls her closer, while the other fumbles through his pocket, looking for his card key for his room. He locates it, and with said free hand, he slides it through the lock, and pushes the door open with his foot.
They tumble to the bed, and its then that Jane finally gets a good look at Liam. His eyes were the softest colour green she'd ever seen, and his russet coloured hair just touched his shoulders. She can feel the proof of his need against her leg. And God, she needed him too. This wasn't selfish, in the least, she reminded herself. Her hands start to unbutton the silver buttons of his simple black dress shirt, kissing each bit of bare skin that she saw.
As he felt her lips on his chest, he let out a deep sigh. It had been far too long since he had been in the position to do this. He and Marie had always agreed, no sex after she hit the six month mark of her pregnancies, and he had been alright with that. But had he known that the last time was going to be the last time, Lord, he would have tried to make it last all night long.
God, he reminded her so much of her now dead fiancée. Kind, considerate, funny. Fun to be with. And he loved his son very much. Probably just as much as she loved little Claire. As she gets the last button undone, she pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor, kissing his chest a little more as she does so. God, he had a beautiful body.
"Let me undress you?" he whispers in her ear, and he can see her nod. She was only going to let this go as far as she wanted, he knows, so he has to make the most of this before she changes her mind. He unties the drawstring of her shirt, and then undoes the buttons, smiling as he sees the soft pink bra beneath it. "I suppose the panties are matching?" he laughs.
"Why don't you take a look and find out?" she whispers, her breath hot against his ear. "That's the only way to find out."
He grins. She was the forward type eh? Well, if that's what she wanted, he wasn't going to deny her that. His hands move lower, to her jeans, where his hands fumble with the belt. God, it had been far too long since he had done this. Could he actually go through with this? Could he make love to another woman--one that wasn't his now dead wife? He wasn't exactly being unfaithful, he reminds himself. Marie would have wanted him to move on and be happy.
He lifts Jane up off the bed a little, and pulls down her jeans. Ah, sure enough, those panties she was wearing definitely matched the bra. He loved when woman matched like that. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Liam takes some of Jane's hair in his hands. He notes a blush coming across her cheeks. Aw, she was bashful? He didn't take her for that sort.
He fumbles with her clasp on her bra. He never had been good with those things. Always had been clumsy and awkward. "A little help?" he asks.
Jane nods and undoes the clasp for him, and her bra falls into her lap, leaving her breasts naked. God, they were perfect. Not too perky, but the pink buds already forming in reaction to the cold. Just how far would she let him go? Would she . . . how would she feel about him playing with them? Maybe sucking on one of them, or pulling her nipples a little? She doesn't seem like she would be into that kind of thing, but there was only one way to find out for sure. "Jane, would you mind if I . . . if I played with your breasts?"
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