Free Spiralling Skywards: Falling (Contradictions #1) by Lesley Jones Page B

every shred of control I’d been holding on to since I’d first laid eyes on her.
    I was thirty years old and had gone my whole life without feeling anything like this. Within the space of twenty-four hours, this girl had rocked my world.
    I lifted her so she was straddling me, but to do that, I had to slide the skin-tight skirt she was wearing up to her arse. That was when I called on the Gods of restraint and every gentlemanly manner I’d been born with. I thought of my mum, my sisters, and even my three-year-old nieces. I thought of all the ways I would disappoint them if I did all the things that I wanted to, because at that moment, I’d just realised that Sarah Carter was wearing those stockings that have the lace at the top and stay up by themselves.
    “Fuck me,” I groaned into her mouth. Well I had to have some outlet for what I was feeling.
    I slid my hands over the silky fabric covering her calves and thighs, not stopping until my thumbs brushed over that bare area of flesh at the very top. I expected to feel the line of fabric where her knickers started, only she wasn’t wearing knickers. She was wearing a thong and it was her bare arse that my fingertips made contact with.
    “Fuck me,” I hissed again, wishing I had come up with something more original. She ground herself down hard on my cock as her fingernails dug into my scalp and raked over the back of my neck.
    I spread my fingers over her hips and pushed her down harder into my lap, pressing up to meet her heat that was covering me. I wanted to touch her so badly. I wanted to slide her thong to the side and swipe my fingers against her, to where I just knew that she’d be wet. I knew once I did, I’d want more—everything. All of her.
    Moving my hands away from what tempted me, I held on to both sides of her face and kissed her with everything I had. I focused solely on that kiss as she pushed and circled her hot pussy against me. I kissed her until my head swam, stars exploded marring my vision, and my lungs barely functioned. I kissed her until I was absolutely sure, dead-set certain that she understood every word that kiss had to say. I kissed her until there was no doubt, not one shred, that I’d just given and received the best fucking kiss of my life. I kissed her until her eyes opened and looked into mine. I knew . . . I knew that no one but me would ever kiss her that way again.
    It terrified me.

I was mortified by my behaviour at dinner. That was another reason I avoided alcohol, it turned me into an emotional mess. I overreacted to his comments. Any other woman would’ve been flattered, but me? I threw a hissy fit and stormed off outside. As soon as the cold air hit my face, sobriety kicked in, and I knew I’d fucked up. Liam hadn’t meant anything offensive, and up until that point, I had thought he was the best date I’d ever had. We’d talked about everything and nothing at all nonstop. He’d flirted mercilessly, and I’d enjoyed every second of it. And then the two Cosmos I’d had earlier in the wine bar next door to the restaurant and the wine I’d had at dinner hit me, and my brain just went into melt down, looking for things in what he was saying that weren’t there. Turning his flirting into something darker.
    All I had heard was that he’d been talking to Luke and I came up. My mind went straight to the notion that my brother had been telling him about her, about our mother. I assumed he thought I was just like her. I got angry, lashed out at Liam, and the whole night could’ve gone to shit.
    Except it didn’t, Liam calmed me down, brought me back to his hotel room, and bought me hot chocolate and Hob Nobs. Despite all the protests going on in my head that I was nothing like my mother, there I was, on his bed with my skirt up around my waist rubbing myself over his magnificent hard-on.
    His kisses alone were orgasmic. Never in my life had I been kissed the way he kissed me, and I knew for sure that I’d never