Liam ignores me, steering through a chorus of hoots and laughter with me dangling over his shoulder.
“You do realize you’re cockblocking me right now.” I try to sound harsh, but his shoulder is rocking against me in a perfect rhythm that makes me squirm. “I was just about to ask Cole to take me home.”
His fingers twitch on my inner thigh. “You aren’t going home with him.”
I wiggle, trying to set myself free… or find more friction. “You’re not my father.”
“Stop being a brat, or I’ll smack your ass like I am.”
The authority in his voice and the heat of his palm so close to the spot between my thighs is too intense. I can already feel the sticky drip of my arousal dampening my underwear. This is a side of Liam I’ve never seen.
He bursts through the doors and the cold air hits the backs of my thighs first—a balm to the inferno burning between. He doesn’t put me down until we are by his car.
“What the hell was that, Liam?” I’m fuming from embarrassment and the arousal thumping through my veins. It was barely tolerable before, but now there is no way my fingers will be able to give me the relief I need. “We can talk at home later.”
I try to barge my way around him and return to the club.
Liam stops me with his body, forcing me backward until the metal of his car door is flush against my thighs and back—icy cold on my exposed skin.
“I didn’t carry you out here to talk.”
“So you’re just trying to stop me from going home with Cole?”
He doesn’t answer, but his nostrils flare, and the streetlight makes his eyes glitter with a feral intensity I’ve never seen before.
I take his silence as a yes. “I want to fuck. You turned me down—Cole won’t.”
My honesty is brutal and catches us both by surprise.
Liam boxes me in with his hands and tilts his chin lower until his mouth is as close to my ear as possible without touching me. “I didn’t turn you down.”
My breath is shaky, adrenaline and desire warring for dominance in my bloodstream. “Yes, you did.”
“No. I said we would talk in the morning.” His eyes take on a predatory glint I’ve only ever fantasized about seeing. “But I don’t want to talk anymore.”
Each breath feels like liquid fire scorching my lungs. The lack of oxygen heightens my senses, tightening my nipples into hard points as he leans closer.
“What do you want to do?” I whisper.
He grips my hand and presses it to the hard bulge behind his jeans. Curling his fingers around mine, our joined hands palm the outline of his erection.
I bite back a moan.
He drops his forehead to mine, his breath unsteady as it rushes against my open mouth. “I can’t fuck around anymore, pretending it’s you underneath me.”
Air rushes out of my lungs in surprise. “Is that what you do?”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Picture your face as I’m coming inside of another woman?”
I nod.
“Every time.” He thrusts his hips into my hand, and a small groan escapes his throat. “I can’t play the supportive friend anymore, watching others get what I want. If you let that guy touch you, I will break his fucking face.”
His words sound surreal, like I’m living in some alternate reality. “I’ve never heard you talk like this before.”
“I’ve never felt like this before.” He groans, rocking his hips again. “I want you, Em. I’ve wanted you since before Lucas Franco asked you to the spring dance.”
My heart zigzags, bounces, smacks against my ribs in every direction imaginable. “That was… middle school.”
