I slid into the passenger seat of Liam’s sports car.I didn’t know much about makes and models, but I was aware this vehicle was high end from the leather seats and woodgrain trim.The interior smelled like coffee and Liam, his cologne making the interior space feel more intimate.
I gave him my address, and he put it into the GPS built into the dash.We made the drive to my building in a comfortable silence, and as he wound his way through the city, I stared out the window, trying not to replay the scene on the dance floor.But it kept looping in my head, the way Liam stepped in without hesitation, the command in his voice, and the way he’d positioned his body between mine and imminent danger like his automatic instinct was to protect me.
I shouldn’t have liked the feeling as much as I did.I shouldn’t have felt that little jolt of heat at the possessiveness in his eyes.We’d made a pact.A truce to remain friends and keep things professional.But nothing about tonight felt even remotely simple or casual.
He was making it very, very difficult to keep those promises, and the worst part was…I didn’t know what to do about it.My head knew the rules we had agreed to and why we’d drawn those lines in the first place.But my heart?Well, my heart was ready to ignore those boundaries, wanting things I shouldn’t desire.
And I had no idea how I was going to handle the dichotomy of feelings.
When he pulled up in front of my apartment building and parked at the curb, he switched off the engine and turned to me before I could get out of the car.He hadn’t parked near a streetlight, but I could still see the intensity in his eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay after what happened at the club?”he asked, his voice roughened with residual worry.
There was that concern again, and I gave him a reassuring smile.“Yes.I’m good.Thank you again for protecting me even when you didn’t have to.”
“Of course.He needed to be taught a lesson,” he said, his tone hardening for a second.“A real man doesn’t touch a woman unless she wants him to.And I most definitelydidhave to step in.”
His eyes dropped to my lips and the air in the car felt thicker, charged with everything we’d been dancing around since the restaurant.And the realization hit me hard—I wantedthisman to touch me.Badly.
Liam reached out slowly, his fingers skimming along my jawline, light but deliberate.A shiver ran through me, making my skin tingle.That simple caress shifted everything.The awareness between us spiked, the attraction we’d both tried to deny pulling us in like it had its own magnetic force field.His gaze met mine again, and I didn’t pull away.
I was so tired of denying what I wanted, and before I changed my mind, I leaned across the console, closing the gap between us.He didn’t pull back when our lips met, soft at first, but igniting fast.His mouth was warm and insistent, tasting faintly of beer from the club.I pressed closer, one hand finding his shoulder, the other sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him in.He responded immediately, his lips parting mine, the kiss deepening with a hunger that made my head spin and my pulse race.
The desire between us built quickly, tongues tangling, breaths mingling in the tight, dark space of the car.I nipped at his bottom lip, and he groaned low, the arousing sound vibrating through me.My body arched toward his, desperate for more contact, the console digging into my side but not enough to stop me.His hand cupped my face, thumb tracing my cheek, while the other gripped my waist, urging me closer.
From there, things seemed to spiral out of control.He broke the kiss just long enough to mutter, “Come here,” in a rough and commanding tone.
Strong hands guided me over the console, dragging me onto his lap.I straddled him, my dress riding up my thighs as my knees settled on either side of his hips.The steering wheel at my back forced me closer to Liam, until our bodies were flush.My breasts crushed against his chest, and the hard length of his cock pressing between my legs sent a jolt of need straight to my core.
We crashed back into the kiss, heated and urgent now.With a deep groan, his mouth claimed mine, teeth clashing as one hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head for better access.The other skimmed up my thigh, slow and teasing, pushing beneath the hem of my dress.His warm fingers traced the edge of my panties before slipping beneath.
I gasped into his mouth as he stroked my slick pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit with just the right pressure.I tilted my hips, allowing him to slide two fingers inside me, curving them to hit that spot that made my toes curl.
I was grateful we were in this dark spot, hidden from prying eyes and probably fogging up the windows.We shouldn’t be doing this considering all the reasons why this was a bad idea, but everything about Liam felt so good, so right.His touch was confident, stroking me in that perfect rhythm as I rocked against his hand.I could feel his erection straining against me, hard and thick, and I ground down on it instinctively, the friction making him growl against my lips.
The pleasure built fast, coiling tight in my belly.His fingers pumped deeper, his thumb working my clit in firm circles, and I broke the kiss to bury my face in his neck, moaning softly.My hips moved with his own upward thrusts, chasing the edge, every stroke of his hand sending sparks through me.
My internal muscles clenched against his fingers and I came hard, shuddering against him.Waves of bliss rolled through me, my thighs trembling, breath hitching as I rode out the pleasure, shamelessly grinding down on his lap for more.
He tensed beneath me, his free hand gripping my hip hard, and a raw groan rumbled in his chest as his hips jerked erratically.His stiff cock was aligned with my pussy and I felt him pulse against me, growling deep in his throat as he came too, right there in his pants, while I was still coming down from my orgasm.
We both sat there afterward, breathing hard, chests heaving in the dark car.I was shocked, my mind reeling from how fast things had escalated, and how intense it had been.
“Fuck,” he rasped, his head dropping back against his seat.
I pulled back slightly, still straddling him, my hands on his shoulders.His hooded gaze looked up at me, and a slow smile curved my lips.
“Did you just…come?”I asked, because, well, that was hot as fuck.
A rueful grin tugged at his lips despite the heat still in his gaze.“Yeah,” he admitted, his hands sliding down to rest on my thighs.“Haven’t done that since I was a fucking teenager.”
I laughed softly, but his expression grew more serious.The warmth in his eyes shifted, giving way to something more conflicted and my stomach dropped.
He exhaled slowly.“What are we doing, Morgan?”
The question made something in my chest tighten.The high of what we’d just done was still pulsing through my body, but reality pressed in just as fast.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.It was the truth.My heart was racing for a hundred different reasons, and not one of them made sense.
