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you were coming. I’m usually much tidier than this,’ he said, sweeping a pile of newspapers and magazines off the sofa and on to the floor. Liberty had a feeling that he wasn’t – maybe he was too used to people tidying up after him …
    He opened a bottle of white wine and poured her a glass, and switched the stereo on. Massive Attack’s ‘Teardrop’ pumped out. It felt as if he was setting the scene. Maybe he had done all this the other week with Tash or whatever her name was. Still wearing his jacket, Liberty slipped off her heels and walked around the room, taking it all in, biding her time. She paused in front of a huge painting of a man playing the saxophone. The colours were so vibrant that they seemed to bounce off the canvas and it had an energy that drew her in, so that it felt as if she was there in the picture. Liberty knew absolutely nothing about art but to her Cory’s work seemed very impressive.
    ‘This is great,’ she told him.
    He shrugged. ‘I’m not sure it works.’ He seemed reluctant to talk more about it. She remembered how Luke used to boast at any opportunity about what a good actor he was.
    ‘Well, for what it’s worth coming from me, it’s obvious you’re really talented.’
    ‘I don’t think I am, but thanks anyway. So, are you going to come and sit down?’
    The nerves, the sense of anticipation, returned as Liberty sat down next to him on the sofa. She was so out of practice at flirting, completely rusty. She didn’t know what to do with her hands or her legs, crossing them then uncrossing them, fiddling with her hair, picking her wineglass up and taking a sip, putting it down again, and all the while wondering what was going to happen next … She babbled away with a funny story about how she and Em had dyed their hair red for Comic Relief … except Em used permanent dye and it had cost a fortune afterwards to get themselves sorted out at the hairdresser’s.
    ‘You’d look beautiful whatever colour your hair was,’ Cory said. And, moving closer, lightly kissed her. Liberty felt her heart beating so hard, she was surprised he couldn’t hear it. She shivered with longing at the feeling of his lips against hers. At first she was shy and self-conscious. Could she even remember how to kiss properly after so long? He would think she was useless … But at the feel of his mouth on hers, and the probing of his tongue, desire overtook her and she kissed him back.
    He trailed his fingertips along the side of her neck; she slipped her hand under the back of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, longing to feel more. They lay back on the sofa. His hands were on her waist, her breasts. She wanted him so badly her legs turned liquid, and she felt a burning need throbbing between them … his body was solid against hers … she didn’t want this to stop. She tugged at his t-shirt longing to feel his skin against hers. He peeled it off in one fluid motion then unzipped her dress, pausing to gaze at her as she lay there before him.
    ‘God, you’re even more beautiful like this,’ he murmured, unfastening her bra and kissing her breasts, sucking her nipples until she could feel herself melting at his touch, and burning, and when his fingers reached between her legs, she almost came, it was so intense. She gasped as his caresses quickened, building up whirls of exquisite pleasure within her. She unfastened his jeans, longing to feel him inside her. His cock was ready, perfect. He paused for a moment, and she groaned.
    ‘Sorry, I just need to …’ He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a condom. For a moment she was shocked that she hadn’t even thought of it. But then she grabbed it from him, tore the wrapper openand rolled it down his long, hard length. She couldn’t wait any longer. ‘Now. Hurry,’ she gasped.
    He plunged into her, and their kisses became harder, deeper, as they fell into a rhythm, and she was going to come and it was breathtaking, dizzying,