I smile against his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
He leans back and looks me in the eye. His pupils are blown out and he’s sporting that infuriatingly sexy smug smile.
He shakes his head. “No way. I fucking love it. Get as rough as you want with me.”
My clit pulses at the growl in his voice, how he’s soft and demanding all at once.
Is this what he would be like in bed? God, I hope so.
I yank him back to my mouth by his hair, feeling his mouth curve up into a grin.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Liam growls between kisses.
“A while?” I tease.
He gently grips my chin and pulls me back to his mouth. He teases my tongue with his. With each passing second, our kiss amps up in intensity. My heart is racing in my chest, and I’m panting. I can feel his hot skin through his clothes.
He makes a growling sound against my mouth. My pussy throbs. As good as this kiss is, I need more. I need more of Liam’s mouth on me…
“Liam Scott! My man! Woah there!”
We break apart at the sound of a stranger’s voice.
When I turn to the sidewalk, I see a guy holding his phone at us. Dread and shock pierce my gut. Shit, is he filming us kissing? What a creep.
It takes a second before I recognize guy. He’s the sports paparazzi who filmed Liam the day he had brunch with my aunt and me.
Liam stumbles back a few steps, creating space between us. He glares at the guy.
“Hot night out with your girlfriend?” The paparazzi guy asks.
“Nope,” Liam barks.
I flinch at the sting of his “nope.” Not that I expect him to call me his girlfriend after one kiss. I’m not delusional. This kiss happened in the heat of the moment. But still. He sounds eager to deny it.
The guy laughs. “Oh, come on. You can’t fool me. This is clearly your special lady.”
He starts to aim his phone at me, but Liam steps in front of him, blocking him from filming me. “She’s not anything to me. We’re just friends. Back the fuck off.”
That sting turns into a stab. In an instant, I’m transported to nine years ago, when I stood just a few feet behind Liam at that house party, when I heard him say the meanest thing he’s ever said about me…
Not in a million years would I ever hook up with Kendall. Are you kidding? I go for hot girls. Not mousy little bookworms like her.
The words he speaks now are different. But his feelings are the same.
Liam would never go for a girl like me. Ever. We’re just friends. He’ll even make out with me in a dark alley at night. But when it counts, when someone asks me what I am to him, I’m nothing. I’m always nothing.
That stabbing pain radiates through me. It feels like I’ve been slapped in the face and kicked in the gut. Hot tears well up in my eyes.
God, I’m so stupid. I really thought Liam had changed from the guy he was back in college.
I was wrong.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from bursting into tears. I don’t want that paparazzi jerk getting any footage of me crying during the most pitiful moment of my life.
The paparazzi mutters a curse word before walking off. Liam turns around to me. His brow furrows and his eyes shine with worry.
“I’m nothing to you, huh?” I walk off before he can answer me.
