I shouldn’t have been so obsessed with the idea of him staying. But maybe some part of me just figured, if he wasn’t going to give me the most, I could have the least. And really, just being near him felt so good.
So right.
Even when we stood near each other or I had his gaze on me, that felt like enough…more than enough.
“Here, I’ll be right back.” I slipped past him, heading to the closet in the hallway, keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn’t try to sneak away. I grabbed a blanket and went into the bedroom. “One pillow or two?” I called back, and when he stepped to the door, he was…a few feet from me.
It would have been so easy for him to step past the threshold, to rush me and claim me on my bed. Desire coursed through my veins as he assessed me as though thinking the same thing.
I’d never wanted anything so badly in my life.
“Nice room,” he said, even though the only thing he seemed to be looking at was me.
Several flirty jokes sprang to mind, but I kept them to myself. I didn’t want to scare him off…or give him a reason not to stick around.
“I think you need two pillows,” I said, grabbing them and heading back toward him. He stepped aside, permitting me into the hall. I went back into the living room and set the blanket and pillows on the couch. “There you are. All set up. A regular slumber party.” I turned back around, and he was right behind me, the tower he was, this predator staring directly into my eyes as though about to pounce.
He took a sip from his bottle of water, then put the lid back on and sealed it with a twist.
A bit of water lingered on his bottom lip, and I just wanted to lean forward and lick it off, but I found the restraint within me.
“Go to bed, Pretty Thing. Before I change my mind and head over to my hotel.”
“Deal,” I said with a chuckle. “Just let me know if you need anything…another blanket, pillow…something else.”
“I’ll be good.”
My body desired him in ways I was just then discovering, with such a deep hunger that I couldn’t have truly understood until he was standing less than a foot from me in my place, when we both could have so easily caved…but I knew better than to push.
However, something about knowing he would be here with me made me feel so safe.
Protected, even.
“Good night, Ty,” he said, reminding me that I had to actually head to bed at some point.
I shook my head, my cheeks slightly flushed from feeling a little embarrassed that I’d just been standing there, gawking at him.
“Night, Liam.” I savored his name on my lips before offering him a hug, his arm wrapping around me effortlessly, drawing me in so I was pressed against him, my dick expanding at his touch like it had on the dance floor.
I breathed him in, absorbed the experience so that I could keep it with me throughout the night, and just as I had done before, as I pulled away, I made sure to graze my cheek against his, moving a little too slow, not caring if he understood my intent, because I was so fucking greedy for that touch.
“No sneaking out on me, okay, man?”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
And I believed him.
I informed him of where he could find toiletries in the bathroom. Then I grabbed a bottle of water for myself before heading into my room and closing the door.
I collapsed onto my bed, reeling from the excitement of that evening, from every moment I’d spent close to Liam. And just as good, there was something about him being in the next room that made me feel as though he were still right there with me.
I took a breath of relief, an energy pulsing through me as I reached down and stroked the erection that had me blue-balling all night.
He’d made me so hard at the club, the way his hard-on was pressed against my ass. God, he was massive. And having that hand against my body, sliding under my shirt, was so easy to get lost in.
Just one more song, and then it was two.
Still not enough, though.
