Chapter 121: She’s Horny
Claire stood a few steps into the living room, barefoot, wearing only his oversized dark T-shirt. The hem reached mid-thigh.
Her damp hair clung lightly to her neck and shoulders. She kept her arms at her sides, but her fingers curled and uncurled against the fabric as if she didn’t know what to do with them.
Liam remained near the counter, glass of water in hand, watching her without comment.
She glanced around the room again, then walked toward the open kitchen area."Do you mind if I get some water too?" she asked.
"Go ahead."
Claire opened the cabinet, took a glass, and filled it from the fridge dispenser. She drank slowly, standing closer to him than necessary.
When she set the glass down, her bare arm brushed his. She didn’t move away immediately.
The contact lasted a second longer than it needed to before she stepped back.Liam took a calm sip of his own water and said nothing.
Claire walked over to the long glass wall and looked out at the grounds. The T-shirt shifted as she moved.
Every few moments she adjusted the hem with small, restless tugs that only drew more attention to how little she had underneath.
She glanced back at him once, caught him looking, and quickly turned her face toward the window again."It’s really quiet here," she said.
"It is."
She stayed by the glass for a while, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Then she turned and walked back toward the center of the room.
As she passed the low coffee table she deliberately let the empty glass in her hand slip. It hit the rug with a soft thud and rolled under the table.
"Ah sorry."
Claire knelt down to retrieve it. Instead of staying to the side, she positioned herself directly in front of where Liam stood, back toward him, and bent forward at the waist.
The oversized T-shirt rode up completely.
For a clear, deliberate moment her bare ass and the soft, smooth line of her pussy were fully exposed only a short distance from his face.
She stayed in that position longer than needed, fingers reaching for the glass, the shirt bunched high around her waist. The view was open and unmistakable.
Liam’s expression did not change. He remained still, glass in hand, as if nothing unusual had happened.
Claire finally closed her fingers around the glass and straightened, tugging the shirt down in a quick, nervous motion.
when she turned around. She set the glass on the table without looking at him directly.
"Clumsy," she murmured.
"It’s fine."
She gave a small, embarrassed laugh and moved to the sofa. After a second of hesitation she sat down, leaving enough space for another person but not much.
The shirt rode up slightly when she tucked one leg under herself. She didn’t pull it back down.
Liam stayed where he was for a moment longer, then walked over and sat on the opposite end of the sofa, posture relaxed, as if the earlier view had not registered.
Claire shifted. Her bare knee pointed toward him. She spoke about the house again, about how different it felt from the apartment, about how strange it was to think he lived somewhere like this.
Her voice was steady enough, but her eyes kept dropping to his mouth and then away. Every so often she adjusted her position, causing the hem of the shirt to climb higher along her thigh. She left it there.
After a while she reached for a cushion that had slid between them, using the movement to close more of the distance. Her bare leg now rested only a few inches from his.
When she leaned forward to set the cushion aside, the neckline of the shirt slipped further down one shoulder, exposing the upper curve of her breast. She did not immediately fix it.
Liam’s gaze remained calm he knew was going on but he’s testing the power of the system effects. He answered her comments in short, even sentences and did not reach for her.
Claire’s breathing had grown quieter and shallower. She tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, then let her hand rest on the sofa cushion between them, fingers close to his leg. A moment later she shifted again, and the side of her thigh pressed lightly against his.
She left it there.
The contact was small, but she did not pull away. Her eyes stayed on the opposite wall as if the conversation about the house was still the most important thing in the room.
The flush on her cheeks had deepened. The shirt had ridden high enough on one side that the underside of her ass was visible against the cushion.
Liam looked at the place where her skin touched his trousers, then back at her face. His expression remained unreadable.
Claire finally turned her head and met his eyes. For a second she looked like she might retreat. Instead she held the contact, lips slightly parted, and leaned in the rest of the way.
The first kiss was hesitant. Her mouth barely pressed against his, testing. When Liam did not pull back, she kissed him again, firmer this time, one hand coming up to rest lightly against his chest.
The oversized shirt shifted as she moved closer, the hem climbing higher along her thighs until she was almost fully exposed beneath it.
She kept kissing him, soft and increasingly unsteady, while her body angled toward his on the sofa. The longing that had sat underneath every excuse in the café was no longer hidden.
It was in the way she pressed closer, in the way her fingers curled into his shirt, in the quiet, shaky breath she released against his mouth when he still did not take full control.
Liam let her continue.
He remained the still point in the room, aware of every movement, every inch of bare skin she kept offering, and still acted as though nothing about the situation was urgent. Claire’s kisses grew deeper.
Her free hand slid from his chest to the side of his neck. The shirt had ridden up completely in the front now, leaving her bare against the fabric of his trousers as she shifted further onto her knees on the sofa.
She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark and uncertain, waiting to see if he would finally respond.The space between them stayed charged and unfinished.