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In a split second, his hand is fisting in my hair and his mouth is pressed firmly against mine. I gasp in shock, and he takes that second while my mouth is wide open to fully kiss me.

His hand rests on my cheek, his lips moving over mine in a way I can’t describe, and my body is reacting to it. My hand slides down his chest and under his shirt. I have been wanting to touch his abs for years. I sigh, sinking harder into him, and his fingers pull on my hair, tilting my head back even further. He growls and bites my bottom lip. I groan and move closer.

This goes on a couple of minutes, my hands moving all over his body. A car door slams next to ours and I pull back, my head falling to his shoulder.

“I have been wanting to do that for a long time,” I confess and he chuckles huskily. I sit back in my seat and buckle my seatbelt.

He starts the truck and we head home.

5

A Few Hours Later

Paisley

I take a long shower to wash off the dirt from the fight; then I walk into the living room. I am having a hard time wrapping my brain around the thought that I got into a fight with three girls tonight, the three girls who tortured me throughout high school. I hadn’t seen them for years.

Until tonight.

Liam is leaning back in the recliner watching TV. He looks up when I walk into the room. He studies me. I am wearing another one of his shirts, which I stole right from his suitcase, and a pair of baggy sweats.

I am nervous and, honestly, slightly ashamed of myself for fighting, because that is not me, but I felt like it needed to be done. I had a deep sinking feeling their shit was going to start because Liam is back.

Liam pats his lap, and I stare at the very lap he just patted. He wants me to sit there? I suck my bottom lip between my teeth thinking, what should I do?

That last time I was in his lap an erection was under me.

His eyes narrow and he curls his finger, motioning for me to come over. Throwing caution to the wind, I walk to him. He smirks and, leaning forward, he grabs my hips and sets me right in his lap.

“Now was that so hard?”

My mind goes back to the restaurant—his dick. Yeah, you don’t want me answering that. “Yeah, it was.” I sigh, like it was the hardest thing in the world for me to do.

He leans farther back in the seat, pulling me along with him. My head rests under his chin. “I missed you, Liam.” Moments like these make me think.

His hand runs up my arm, to my shoulder blade, to my neck, causing me to shiver. “I missed you too, Baby.” His voice is so deep. God, his voice has only gotten deeper over the years. It’s deep, rusty, and just absolutely amazing—it sends shivers down my spine.

Tonight was our first date, and that part of the night was absolutely amazing. Those girls came along and tried to ruin it, and Liam stopped one of them from jumping me.

I snort loudly, and he jolts under me. “What’s funny?” he grumbles in that voice. Goodness me.

“You grabbed her by her hair.” I laugh, remembering the sight of her face when he told her not to jump me.

He chuckles, going back to running his hand over my arms and shoulders. “That shit doesn’t fly with me.”

Smirking, I say confidently, “I probably could have taken her.”

He laughs loudly, his head thrown back. I smack his chest lightly. “What? You think I couldn’t?” I sit back, looking at him.

He looks serious, his hand coming up to cup the side of my face. “Sure you could, Baby, you’re a badass.”

He is totally mocking me. “You better not be—” I don’t finish. His lips are on mine once again. My eyes shut. I don’t think I will ever get used to the feeling of his lips.

One hand is curled around my face, controlling my movements. His lips move over mine, like he is making love to them. Pulling, sucking, and licking. His other hand is stroking my back tenderly under my shirt. I shift myself in his lap until I am straddling him. I just want to get closer.

My hand sinks into his hair and, as he sits up, my back arches. His dick is growing harder and harder under me. It’s literally taking everything in me not to grind myself against him.

He grabs my ass, and I jolt and accidentally press myself hard against him. I can feel my face turning hot with embarrassment.

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