No Control (Liam Payne)

Chapter 26

Liam and I are in the bedroom changing out of our suits.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, then I'll meet you in the kitchen to help with dinner." Liam says.

I see his flannel shirt lying there and I decide to just put that on. It smells like him; I find that erotic and comforting at the same time.

I'm starting the pasta when I hear Liam coming. My heart flips as he walks into the kitchen singing Mirrors, beautifully of course. Next thing I know he is behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, singing in my ear.

Oh Lord! I settle back into him, he has us swaying back and forth as he sings.

He turns me around in his embrace to face him, continuing to sing, while he looks in my eyes.

Alright, this just might be too much! Let alone the words he's singing, but the fact that he's looking into my eyes while he sings them.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I ask.

He smiles and leans down to kiss me, touching his flannel that I'm wearing. "I like this much better on you." He hooks his finger in where it's opened at my chest, pulling it out to look inside. "Mmm, you aren't wearing anything under it." He purrs. Reaching behind me, he turns off the stove. "Maybe dinner can wait a bit."

Liam picks me up, putting me on the kitchen counter. I open my legs and he slides in between them. The kitchen counter is the perfect height.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. That quickly escalates. As our tongues move perfectly together I can still hear him singing.

We can't seem to get enough of each other. He's kissing my neck now, knowing my special spot. It seems we have come to know each other's bodies better than we know our own. Stepping back, he removes his shorts and we join right there on the counter. I wrap my legs around him and our movements slowly evolve into a frenzied, pleasure filled finish.

Liam re-dresses, then picks me up from the counter, carrying me to the couch in the livingroom. We lay down there together in silence, Liam stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head. I lay there trying not to read too much into the fact that he had sung my favorite Justin Timberlake song to me. Singing the words with such passion, as though he felt that way about me.