Cole lowers his drink to the table and then leans close until his nose brushes my earlobe. “Then make him come to you.”
I jump at his unexpected nearness.
He drops his palm to my thigh and gently squeezes. “Trust me.”
He presses a kiss to my neck, and I try not to stiffen in surprise or weaken in desire. Cole would be a fun way to prove I’m not boring…
“Whatever you’re doing, keep it up,” Ally snickers. “Here he comes.”
My heart beats with enough force to rock my body as I watch Liam barge his way through the crowd like a man possessed—or jealous.
“Well, look who decided to join us,” Ally says, holding up her drink in a toast motion.
Liam stands opposite me, but his narrowed eyes are on Cole.
Cole squeezes my thigh with one hand and holds out the other to Liam. “Cole.”
Liam ignores Cole’s offered hand and turns his glare to me. “It’s time to go, Emily.”
His voice is as rough as gravel as he pushes it between his teeth, making my name sound like a growl. It conjures images ofhis hot breath in my ear as he grunts my name in time with each thrust of his hips.
The wild, possessive look in Liam’s eyes turns the dull throb between my thighs into a persistent, desperate ache.
“I’m fine here.” Do I sound breathless?
Liam's jaw works back and forth like he’s trying to control his temper. My best friend is one of the most easygoing people I know. Seeing him so unhinged is… fascinating.
Is it because of me?
Is Ally right…?
“We are leaving.”
The authority in his voice is so enticing and unexpectedly sexy that it takes everything in me not to throw myself into his arms.
What if Ally is wrong? Middle school was a long time ago. Even if he liked me back then, it doesn’t mean he still wants me.
The possessive jealousy I hear in his tone could just be annoyance that I made plans without him. “I’ve made a new friend. It would be rude to leave so soon. I’ll see you at home later.”
I sound like a dismissive brat, but Liam is making me flustered, and Cole’s hand is still on my thigh, reminding me of that unfulfilled need pulsing between my thighs.
Liam cocks his head to the side and curls one finger, beckoning me toward him.
Suddenly I’m fourteen again and weak in the knees, just like all the other girls.
Cole’s hand easily slips off my thigh as I stand.
Liam’s mossy-green eyes suck me in as I step toward him. Does he want to talk here, with everyone listening?
Without warning, he bends forward, lifts me up and flips me over his shoulder.
I gasp in surprise.
Ally cackles with laughter.
“What are you doing?” I frantically try to hold my dress down to avoid flashing my panties to the entire club, but Liam beats me to it. He flattens his palm on my ass, holding my dress in place.
“Put me down,” I demand.
