Not sensing the turn of my thoughts, Liam gave me one last squeeze before releasing me. “We should head back,” he said, stepping away.
And even though it was exactly what I had asked for, the distance he put between us before we went to join his family still cut me like a knife.
I still feltunsettled when I arrived at home later that night. I couldn’t seem to shake the words my brother said, or the way I felt when Liam alluded to keeping me to himself, keeping us hidden.
More than that, I was annoyed withmyself. I was fully aware that I was the one insisting we keep things under wraps, so what right did I have to feel hurt by it? I was being immature and I knew it—but that didn’t mean I could just wipe away the shame I felt at being someone’s secret once again.
Knowing I needed something to help me relax before falling asleep, I went upstairs to change into shorts and a tank top before pouring myself a healthy glass of red wine. I’d just settled down with a throw blanket and my book on the couch when a loud knock startled me. Who would be at my house this late? My brother was on his call and Rosa and Peyton had work in the morning.
Another knock, louder this time. “Gracie?” a familiar voice called through the door. Liam. I jumped up, nearly spilling mywine, before setting it down and hurrying to the foyer. A glimpse out the peephole showed that it was indeed Liam standing on my porch, still dressed in his suit but without the jacket. I quickly unlocked the door and the moment I had it open, he was pushing inside, his arms coming up around me, his mouth landing on mine.
“My parents and Josie went right to bed and I couldn’t calm down,” he muttered, fumbling behind him until he managed to get the door closed. Then he pushed me back against the wall, his lips on mine again, hot and insistent. “Knew there was no way I was getting to sleep any time soon.”
“Too amped up after the game?” I managed to get out in between his kisses.
“Too amped up from spending two hours sitting next to you and not allowed to touch you the way I wanted.” He pulled back and looked down at me, groaning loudly. “God, I love you in tank tops. You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” his hand came up to pinch my nipple through the material, making me gasp, and his voice lowered into a scolding tone. “You always answer the door half naked, Gracie?”
“I knew it was you.”
He made a little noise of agreement. “And I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, isn’t that right?” His mouth moved to my neck, his tongue coming out to lick across the sensitive skin just below my jaw.
“Yes,” I moaned, tilting my head back. “Just you.”
“Fucking right.”
He grabbed me around the waist, hoisting me up against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his hips to keep from sliding down. He was already pushing my tank top down, lifting my breast to his mouth, his free hand gripping my ass.
This is insane,I thought through the blur of lust and pleasure. Nothing else had ever felt like this before. No one elsehad ever gotten me so worked up so fast. Just a minute ago I’d been sitting on the couch worrying and now I couldn’t have told you what the problem was.
Nothing else seemed to exist beside Liam, his mouth, and his hands.
“I want you, Gracie,” he muttered against my skin. “Fuck, sweetheart, I always want you.” He pressed his hips into me and I gasped at the feel of his erection grinding against my center. “You see what you do to me?”
I shifted my hips to find more friction. “You do the same to me,” I panted and he groaned.
“That’s right. I can feel how hot your pussy is already. You happy to see me, Gracie?”
He sounded so pleased with himself, downright smug, and I decided it was time for me to take some control of the situation. I pushed back on his chest enough to create space between us then slid down the wall, my body dragging against him as I went, making him hiss. The hiss turned to a growl when I went all the way to my knees in front of him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice a little shaky.
I raised an eyebrow. “I thought that would be obvious.” Then I reached for his belt and he let out a low curse.
“You don’t have to?—”
I silenced him with a kiss to the front of his slacks, right over his hard length, before looking up at him. God, he was so beautiful, his cheeks ruddy, eyes dark with desire. “I promised you a reward for scoring your goals, didn’t I?”
He groaned, his hands cupping my cheeks.
“Besides,” I went on. “Iwantto.”
It was the absolute truth. I hadn’t done this for him yet, and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it. I wanted to know what Liam tasted like, what it would feel like to deliver a bit of the pleasure he was always so sure to bestow on me.
I got his belt undone and his zipper down, loving the way his breathing had become so labored, the proof that he was affected by me. And then his cock was free, hot and hard in my hand, and he groaned, the sound echoing around my little tiled entryway.
God, we hadn’t even made it to the living room.
But I didn’t have time to think about that now because Liam was stepping closer, caging me between the wall and his big hard body. “Fuck, I’ve fantasized about this,” he growled, looking down at me, eyes dark. “You on your knees in front of me.”
