Liam smooths his palm around my neck and caresses my chin with his thumb. He suddenly looks shy. “I’ve wanted to confess for years, but I was afraid you’d turn me down, and I didn’t want to lose you.”
He grips my face with his free hand and tilts my neck until our lips almost touch. “You don’t know how hard it was to say no to you last night, but after wanting you for so long, I didn’t want our first time to be some drunken fumble you wouldn’t remember.”
He wants me. My chest beats against my ribs like it’s ready to burst. Liam wants me…
I grip his shirt and pull him closer. “There is no way I could forget.”
He slams his lips onto mine, the kiss stealing my breath and turning my limbs to liquid. My mouth opens, and our tongues tangle together.
Taking. Giving.
He tastes sweet, like the most decadent dessert. I want to kiss him forever.
I clutch his shirt tighter to hold myself up, but Liam slides his hands around my body, cupping my ass and tugging me flush against him, holding me steady.
He rocks his hips against mine, nudging my thighs wider and my dress higher until his denim-covered cock finds my swollen bud.
Desire pools in a sticky rush, coating my underwear and filling me with a desperate ache to be filled—now.
I claw at his belt buckle, ready to bruise my knees for him, but he breaks our kiss.
“Get in the car.”
I don't argue. I need everything his tongue promised. He yanks open the door, and I scramble inside.
He reaches over me, dragging the seat belt across my breast teasingly before buckling me in. This possessive, controlling side of Liam makes me greedy for more. I grab his neck, stealing another kiss.
He moans into my mouth, one hand sliding between my thighs and pressing against my underwear.
I arch into his touch, my arousal hot and sticky, making a mess of the lace.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I can’t wait to get you home to bed.”
A second later, he’s in the car, pulling onto the road and driving us toward… a bed.
Cold prickles of dread pop the hungry expectation ballooning in my chest, and my body freezes. Kyle’s confession echoes in my head as though he’s screaming in my ear right now.I was bored.
What if Kyle is right? What if I bore Liam?
The thought makes my stomach knot and my lips tremble.
I didn’t care about losing a boyfriend, but losing Liam… that would break me.
“I can’t do this.”
CHAPTER 7
Liam veers the car down a side street, pulls off the road, and slams to a stop. His knuckles tighten as his fingers flex against the steering wheel. He keeps his eyes forward and blows out a steadying breath. “Do you mean us?”
Even in the darkened street I can see the panic on his face, but I can’t find the words to explain myself. How do you tell someone you might bore them into someone else’s bed?
I feel sick at the thought of being with Liam only for him to regret it. “I don’t want to lose you.”
His shoulders drop, and he lets out an exhale, visibly relaxing. “Em, you’re not going to lose me.”
Liam smiles at me, making dozens of butterflies erupt in my belly, but I can’t return it.
He turns to me, a line on his forehead creasing. “Why did you ask me if you were boring last night?”
