Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Irresistible II

Liam stopped the moment he felt her hand pressing lightly against his chest, a gentle but firm push that made him pause just as his lips hovered over hers. His gaze flickered to her face, searching her expression for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against her skin.

Ann swallowed, her cheeks tinged with a soft flush as she averted her eyes for a brief second before meeting his gaze again. “I was cleaning, and I… I’ve been sweating,” she admitted, her voice quieter than before.

For a moment, Liam just stared at her, then suddenly, the corners of his lips curved into a small, amused smile.

That was what was stopping her?

He found her reason adorable, almost laughable in the best way. The scent of her sweat wasn’t off-putting to him—in fact, it was intoxicating. There was something about the warmth of her skin, the faint trace of her natural scent mixed with the effort she had put into cleaning his home, that only made him want to be near her even more.

Liam didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he just continued to look at her, his gaze darkening slightly as he took in the way strands of her damp hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, highlighting the sharp yet delicate features of her face. She looked effortlessly beautiful like this—flustered, slightly vulnerable, yet still so breathtakingly captivating that he couldn’t look away.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispered, “You’re irresistible.”

Before Ann could even process his words, he kissed her again.

This time, he didn’t hold back.

Ann inhaled sharply, her fingers twitching against his shirt as she felt the firm pressure of his lips moving against hers, slow yet deliberate, deep yet teasing. A part of her wanted to push him away again, to remind him that she was still sweaty, but another part of her—one that was quickly overpowering the rest—realized that he truly didn’t care.

And if he didn’t care… then why should she?

A quiet sigh escaped her as she finally allowed herself to relax. Her hands, which had been clenched into small fists, gradually uncurled before they found their way to his shirt, grasping the fabric tightly as if anchoring herself in place. But even that didn’t last long.

Because soon, her arms moved on their own, sliding up his shoulders before wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss without even thinking.

Liam smirked against her lips, clearly pleased by her response.

When he finally pulled back, a thin line of warmth connected them—a single strand of spit that lingered for half a second before breaking apart.

Liam let out a quiet chuckle, his breath fanning against her lips as he murmured, “That’s more like it.”

Ann’s face burned at his words, her body still tingling from the way he kissed her, from the way he held her, from the way his very presence seemed to consume her completely.

But before she could even think of a reply, a startled gasp left her lips as Liam suddenly lifted her off the ground with ease, his hands gripping her thighs as he hoisted her up.

“L-Liam—!”

She barely had time to react before she felt the soft cushion of his bed beneath her back, the gentle impact of his weight settling beside her as he followed her down without hesitation.

Their lips met again, the kiss starting slow, savoring, as if he was memorizing the shape of her mouth, the way she fit against him, the way her body responded to his every movement. But soon, the pace quickened, becoming deeper, more urgent, more demanding.

Liam’s hands moved, tracing a slow path down the side of her body, feeling the subtle rise and fall of her chest beneath his fingertips. He kissed her neck next, his lips pressing against the delicate skin just below her jawline before trailing downward, his breath warm and teasing as he tasted her skin.

Ann shuddered, her fingers tangling into his hair as she arched slightly beneath him, her body instinctively reacting to the way his lips moved over her.

She had never felt like this before—never felt so drawn to someone, so utterly lost in the way they touched her, kissed her, held her. It was overwhelming in the best possible way, a rush of sensations that she had no desire to resist.

Liam, too, felt it—the way her body melted beneath his, the way her hands clung to him as if she was afraid to let go, the way her breath hitched whenever his lips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.

He wanted more.

He wanted all of her.

And judging by the way Ann was holding onto him just as tightly, she wanted the same.

Liam’s fingers lingered at the collar of her school uniform shirt, his touch deliberate yet unhurried. The fabric parted beneath his hands, each button slipping free with a soft pop that seemed to echo in the charged silence between them. Ann’s breath caught as he slid the shirt open, revealing the thin layer of her inner undershirt beneath. His eyes darkened at the sight, drinking her in as he carefully peeled the damp fabric away, leaving only her bra clinging to her skin.

Even with the bra still in place, the sight was mesmerizing. Her full breasts strained against the delicate material, spilling over the edges in a way that made it impossible for him to look anywhere else. The soft curves pressed against the confines, the faint outline of her nipples just barely visible through the thin fabric, teasing him with every shallow breath she took. It was raw, unfiltered beauty—her vulnerability only amplifying the heat coursing through him.

Ann’s cheeks burned hotter under his gaze, her hands twitching as if unsure whether to cover herself or pull him closer. But Liam didn’t give her time to decide. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the exposed skin just above the bra’s edge, feather-light yet searing. Her gasp was immediate, a shaky sound that sent a jolt straight through him.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against her, his voice a low growl that vibrated against her chest. His hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing the soft skin beneath her ribs before settling just under the swell of her breasts. He didn’t rush to remove the bra—not yet. Instead, he let his thumbs trace the underside, teasing the sensitive curve where fabric met flesh, feeling her tremble beneath his touch.

Ann’s hands found his shoulders again, nails digging in slightly as she arched into him, her body responding before her mind could catch up. The heat of his breath against her skin, the slow drag of his lips as they moved from her collarbone to the tops of her breasts, was dizzying. She could feel the dampness of her own sweat mingling with the warmth of his mouth, and somehow, it only made the moment more electric.

Liam pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes heavy-lidded and burning with want. The sight of her—shirt undone, bra barely containing her, chest rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths—was enough to unravel him. He reached for her again, one hand slipping behind her back to find the clasp of her bra, his fingers deft and sure as they worked it free.

The fabric loosened, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he slid the straps down her shoulders, letting the bra fall away completely. Ann’s breath hitched as the cool air hit her skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heat of Liam’s gaze, his hands, his everything. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and soft, the sight of them bare before him drawing a low, appreciative groan from his throat.

He didn’t hesitate this time—his hands cupped her fully, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks as he watched her reaction with rapt attention. Her head tipped back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself into his touch, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Liam leaned in again, his mouth replacing his hands as he kissed one breast, then the other, his tongue flicking lightly against her skin before he drew a nipple into his mouth. The sensation was sharp, overwhelming, and Ann’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as her hips shifted restlessly beneath him. He took his time, savoring every gasp, every shudder, the taste of her driving him wild.

Her skin glistened faintly with sweat, the sheen catching the dim light of the room, and it only made her more irresistible to him. He trailed kisses back up her chest, her neck, until he found her lips again, kissing her with a hunger that matched the fire building between them. His hands roamed freely now, one sliding down to grip her hip while the other stayed at her breast, kneading gently as he pressed himself closer, their bodies aligning in a way that left no space between them.

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