“I’m so annoyed by how unimpressed you are by my Nicole Scherzinger knowledge.”
“I’m impressed byyou, so can we just leave it at that?”
That was fine by me, so I sang right along to the song, drunk enough to give zero shits about anyone judging me for the spectacle, while simultaneously judging others around me who didn’t seem to have a clue what was playing.
I glanced over my shoulder. “You can dance with me better than this,” I insisted, since it was clear that as much as Liam was going along with it, he wasn’t fully into it, not the way we had been in PV.
“Still got a full drink.”
I stole it from him, easing it down my throat, then finishing off my own and finding a nearby trash can to dispose of them. With my spirits refreshed, I went right for Liam, backing my ass against his pelvis. His hand took hold of my hip effortlessly, as though he knew that was where it belonged.
He didn’t hold back any longer.
I could feel as he bent his legs and stooped down, how he was willing to let loose, give me what I needed in that moment. His hand slid around me, under my shirt, against my abs, his thumb stroking gently as he pulled me close. I leaned back, appreciating that same sensation, the fire erupting within me, stirring heat in my cheeks. For a moment I was lost, no longer on a dance floor but on some other plane of existence, just Liam and me, sharing the moment, seizing it, claiming it as we enjoyed the way our bodies moved together. All that want and desire I had been denied throughout our evening together came rushing back, and the emptiness within me filled as his hold around me grew even tighter.
Liam’s body and mine were made for one another—no one could have convinced me of anything different. We were speaking some language that could only have been conveyed like this, just as we did when we gazed into one another’s eyes. But as soon as I felt his hand tremble against my abs, I whirled around, tugging him close.
“You’re shaking,” I remarked. “Nervous?”
