I throw the words back at him and his answering grin lights up my entire being.
Liam, whilst taking my compliment, is still struggling with it. I’m no fool; I’m well aware that the bullying he’s experienced has taken a toll on him. I swear I’ll spend every single day reminding him how perfect he is until we get past this.
“You’re the guy for me, Liam,” I vow. “My world is a better place because you exist in it too. Never forget that.”
My statement is worming its way into his core. It’s evident in the way his hands tighten on my waist and the way his eyes gleam. I understand exactly what he wants to say, without him having to voice it aloud.
“God, Bel. Nobody makes me feel the way you do.”
Smiling, I fuse my mouth to his and then there’s no more talking. Just feeling one another. Our kisses go from PG-13 to downright X-rated when I feel his bulge.
I grind against it experimentally.
“This is public indecency,” Liam groans, fingers digging into my thighs like he doesn’t want me to stop.
“Yeah, well, I don’t see any cops trying to stop us,” I say playfully, sucking on his bottom lip and tugging.
“Bel,” Liam growls under his breath and the sound sets my thong on fire. As if I wasn’t already wet. “You’re killing me.”
I place tiny kisses on his jaw until I reach his ear. “We should take this somewhere more private…like in the back seat of your car.”
Liam
“We should takethis somewhere more private…like in the back seat ofyour car.”
Those words ricochet inside my skull and pierce the thin veil of my self-restraint. When I received the text from Bel earlier today, I thought we’d simply talk and fix things.
Never in a million years did I expect the love of my life to kiss me, much less grind on my lap like I’m her personal pleasure toy. Fuck, I love this girl. I love her so much I’m bursting at the seams with it.
Now she wants me to take her to the back seat of my car.
Is this what it feels like to win the lottery?
“As you wish, sunshine.” Grabbing Mabel, I throw her over my shoulder fireman style.
She squeals and laughs throatily at the unexpected move. I grin. My best friend hasn’t said it outright, but she enjoys my strength and how easily I can overpower her.
I reckon she’ll love being bossed and tossed around in bed.
Damn, I’m already thinking of a homerun when I’ve barely passed second base with her. My mind has stored many fantasies over the course of two years. I’ve imagined the raunchiest scenarios while jacking off, my phone clenched in my hand as I stare at Bel’s thirst traps.
My fast strides carry us towards the parking lot, where my car is parked in a secluded spot overshadowed by a canopy of tree branches. Mabel giggles at my haste and I swear that sound causes my heart to thrum like the strings of an acoustic guitar.
“Someone is impatient,” she jests.
“I’ve been wanting you for two years, Bel. Impatient isn’t the word I’d use.”
“Yeah?” she challenges when I open the back seat door of my SUV and shove her inside. “What would you use?”
I climb after her and close the door, locking us in. “Aching. Like I’ll die if I stop touching you.”
When our eyes collide, words suddenly fail me.
I’ll never forget the sight of Mabel’s tall, curvy body draped against the leather seat, cast in half shadows and half warm glow from the setting sun. Her hair is a tumbled mess from my restless hands. Her eyes weighed down with desire. Her bottom lip playfully caught between her pearly white teeth.
Mabel Garcia is a divine being.
A nymph straight out of a fantasy novel, oozing sensuality and invoking erotic urges.
