I blink away the wet heat stinging my eyes. I’m being silly; it shouldn’t matter what an ex-boyfriend said. He’s an ex for a reason, but that insecurity still niggles in the back of my thoughts.
Liam wipes a stray tear with his thumb. “Did Kyle say that?”
I nod.
Liam’s nostrils flare, and he clenches his jaw. “He’s a fucking idiot.”
His curse makes my lips lift, and a huff of laughter escapes. “I was trying to spice things up last night when…”
Liam’s grin starts slow, then builds as my skin flushes. “I watched you.”
The air between us shifts, hanging like a thick blanket of arousal around us.
“Why did you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Black swallows green, arousal darkening his eyes. He leans forward, his nose brushing the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “I told you I’m not the good guy anymore. I want you. I’m not going to hide it anymore.”
Lips brush the side of my neck, causing my skin to heat, but not from embarrassment. I lean into him, my fingers sliding into his hair and pulling him closer, wanting more but still nervous. “What if you get bored?”
“Impossible.”
I want to believe him, but it’s not just me boring him that worries me. “But you don’t do relationships, and I don’t want to screw up our friendship with one… toe-curling night.”
“Toe-curling?” His grin is intoxicating. “Let me make myself clear.”
“This is for you, always you, and only you.” He guides my hand to the bulge straining against his jeans, and my core pulses with need. “We’re gonna have a lifetime of toe-curling nights.”
He kisses me, long and hard, melting away all my fears.
My fingers curl tighter around his zipper. I want to touch him, taste him.
Kyle was wrong. I’m notboring—I was bored.
The realization is cathartic.
Kyle was a selfish lover who didn’t drive me crazy enough to fuck outside the bedroom.
Liam does.
We’ve wasted so much time pretending not to see what was in front of us. No more.
I reach for his belt buckle.
“What…” Liam’s question gives over to a groan as my knuckles brush his erection beneath his jeans.
I peel open his zipper until his cock head pops out, swollen and leaking. “I can’t wait.”
My walls clench, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I reach out, sliding one finger over the tip and spreading the drop of liquid around his head.
“What… are you doing?” His voice is raspy and low, curling around my nipples until lace feels like glass against the sensitive tips.
I lift the glistening finger to my mouth, a tendril of anticipation knotting my belly. “Tasting you.”
Finally.
He tastes like past fantasies and future promises—promises that I want to collect right now.
I lean over the center console and take him in my mouth. Soft steel slides across my tongue. I savor the sensation, tracing a line around the ridge where his head meets his shaft.
