“Really? Is that why your face is as red as a lobster right now and a speed hump has formed in your pants.”
Okay, so maybe the tight black pants make no difference at all.
“I’m not blushing. You said it yourself, it’s just … hot in here.”
He smirks. “There’s no need to blush, Dylan, it’s actually kind of cute.”
“Cute? It’s not—I’m not blushing, Liam. You’re hungover and have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” I tell him.
“Actually, I’m quite sober now, and very much aware of what I’m saying.”
Deciding that now is as good a time as any to leave with my dignity still intact, somewhat, I race up the stairs as quickly as my legs will take me and go back to my room where I throw my shirt back on. I grab my wallet and keys, then run down the stairs to the front door.
“Where are you going?” Liam asks.
“I—have to go home and wash the Jag,” I say.
Okay, so it’s a lame ass excuse, but it’s all I can come up with to get me out of this … situation.
“You’re doing it right now,” he says.
“Doing what?” I reply.
“Being all cute and nervous. And I’m not gonna lie, it makes you look fucking hot.”
“I think your brain is clogged.”
“And I think you’re in denial,” he says.
“About what?”
“About how much you’re enjoying all this attention because it’s been so long since anyone has shown you any.”
“What? That’s a load of bull,” I tell him.
“Is it? Then why haven’t you left yet?”
I turn to face the door, then reach out and grab the handle, and as I turn it, I feel his hand grab mine.
“Are you sure you really want to do that?” he asks.
No!
I say nothing, and stare helplessly at the back of the door. He still has a firm grip on my hand, and I feel his crotch rubbing up against the top of my ass crack. I feel myself going hard within seconds, and all I want to do is get the fuck out of here, right now.
“Liam, please let me go so I can leave,” I tell him.
“You and I both know you don’t want me to do that.”
I feel his hand on my waist, then he spins me around so that I’m now facing him and our noses are mere inches apart. He presses his body against mine, and pushes me backward so that my back is pinned up against the back of the door. He takes a hold of my free hand, then slides it up the door and rests it above my head where he holds it in place. Our eyes connect, then I notice his eyes glance down to my lips where he pokes out his tongue and lubricates his lower lip. When he slides it back inside, he leans forward and then crushes his mouth onto mine.
Liam
Fuck, yes!
After years of flirting, temptation, and constant back and forth denial, it’s happening. I’m finally kissing Dylan Lewis, and very quickly sobering the fuck up. Anddamn, he tastes good. I feel Dylan’s hand push against my stomach, trying to push me away, but I take both my hands and press both my palms against his cheeks, keeping his head in place as I deepen the kiss. I devour every inch of his mouth while he continues to fight me off him, and then when I slide my tongue inside his mouth, I feel his tense body loosen beneath me.
That’s it … just let me in.
