And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for a repeat of what happened after our last movie date.
Orgasms were infinitely better when someone else was providing them.Plus, after my last encounter with the monster in Liam’s pants, I really couldn’t wait to get better acquainted.My life the first few years after high school wasn’t conducive to dating, but now that I’d found a man I liked, I planned to make up for lost time.
As I queued up the movie, Liam pushed my hair aside and ran his nose along the column of my throat, sending shivers down my spine.My core throbbed in response.
Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded if we’d skipped the movie altogether and moved this datestraightto the bedroom.
“You’re right about that,” he murmured, punctuating it with a kiss on my throat before leaning back.“I can’t resist your brand of crazy.”
“What?”Huffing a laugh, I smacked him lightly on the arm.Way to ruin the moment.“I’mnotcrazy.”
“I’m kidding, Pipsqueak.”He grinned.“Come on, let’s start this Rickman movie before my horrible attempts at humour prompt you to act on one of your death threats.”He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close.
“I was thinking,” he mused, “you might be onto something with this Alan Rickman thing.His voice is very soothing.How did you figure that out?Some of his movies came out decades before you were born.”
Memories crashed into me without warning.Images of me curled up in the backseat of my car, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me as I clutched the old CD player with the cracked lid.Alan Rickman’s warm and steady voice poured from my headphones, dampening the strange noises of the night enough that I fell into a fitful sleep.
I didn’t want to tell him.
Icouldn’ttell him.
He’d see me differently when he found out, and I didn’t think I could survive that.
“I just came across him one day,” I finally said, leaving out all the important details while forcing what I hoped was a casual shrug.“Been a fan ever since.”
Liam hummed, pulling me closer.“Well, I’m glad you found him, because it gives me a reason to sit close to you while we watch these movies.”His lips brushed my temple, and warmth spread through me, steady and comforting.
I don’t know why, but Liam’s relaxed attitude put me at ease.I wasn’t quite comfortable enough to explain my Rickman obsession, but I was comfortable.
“So, which one are we watching tonight?”
I grinned.“Well, it’s a little late, since the holidays are long over, but tonight we’ll be enjoying the Christmas classicDie Hard.”
He pulled back, blinking at me.
“I know, I know.”I rushed on, amused.“You said you didn’t want to watchLove, Actuallybecause it’s a Christmas movie, but trust me—Die Hardis a Christmas movie that’s greatanytime of the year.”
“You’re serious?”His voice dripped with pure disbelief.“I read about that when I was researching Alan Rickman movies, but I still don’t understand how something calledDie Hardcould be festive.”
I chuckled.“Well, some people say it’s not a Christmas movie, but those people are what I like to callwrong.”
Liam barked a laugh, shaking his head.“Sounds like you have some strong opinions about this.”
“You will too by the end of it.”I pressed play and snuggled into his chest.“And just so you know, if you don’t think it’s a Christmas movie, thenyou’re also wrong.”
He pressed another kiss to my temple, and my heart tripped over itself.“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Get ready to be blown away.”
The movie played, but it barely registered.I found myself shifting toward Liam, my body drawn to his warmth like a magnet.My hand slid over his stomach as I burrowed closer.But it was like I couldn’t get close enough.
Sensing my struggle, Liam gripped my waist and dragged me onto his lap, seating me sideways across his thighs before wrapping his arms around me.
Okay.Yeah.This was perfect.
“Better?”he murmured, his lips brushing my cheek, his voice low and knowing.
I tilted my head closer, inviting more kisses.Snuggling with him felt … amazing.Better than amazing.Spectacular.His fingers drifted into my hair, massaging my scalp.A shiver raced through me, a slow, electric heat pooling low in my belly.
