Page 106 of The Savior

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Liam cocked his head, amused at the look Chelsea gave him as she popped into the back seat of his Explorer. Somehow she’d mixed anticipation and a scolding into one smoldering glance, and that didverygood things to him.

“How old are you?” She pushed across the seat. “Twelve?”

He crawled in behind her and slammed the door shut. “I didn’t ask girls to get in my back seat at twelve.”

“Atanyage,” she cried, pupils dilating. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not sure I ever got past second base in the back seat of a car.”

She avoided his eye contact. “You’re not going to start today.”

He couldn’t help but imagine what it’d be like if they did.

“Don’t look at me like you’ll convince me.” Though her breathiness and the sexy way she licked her bottom lip said he might have a chance otherwise.

Liam rested his hand on her thigh. “If you don’t want to, fine by me.”

Chelsea brushed her hair off her shoulder and moved closer. Their legs brushed. His fingers squeezed then inched toward her knee. Outside, the air had been brisk. Now it was still. Charged. Heat pulsed in his blood, and neither made a move to open the door.

He bent his head close enough to kiss her lips. An electricity radiated between them. It tingled on his lips and teased as her hair brushed against his skin.

“Do you want…”

Her eyelashes fluttered.

“…my mouth on yours?”

Chelsea rolled her lips together, and whispered, “That’s really an unfair question.”

Absolutely, and he didn’t care. Liam skimmed his knuckles across her cheek, threading his hand into her hair. He let the silkiness pull through his fingers. “Yes or no, beautiful.”

“Of course. I like your mouth on mine.”

“Then we can start there.” Though he inched away, unable to hide his teasing grin. “Unless you don’t want to.”

Chelsea placed her hands on his shirt and smoothed up the fabric. Her fingers curled and pulled him back close again. “Have you always been this cocky?”

“Do you always get this feisty?”

Her eyes flared. “Yes.”

“Thank God.”

Liam groaned as she slid into his lap. He inhaled the fresh citrus perfume that clung to her hair. Their lips met, igniting a firestorm. She slid her tongue into his mouth, breaking away only long enough to admit, “Okay, you convinced me.”

He laughed as they kissed. She nibbled his bottom lip, and he couldn’t slow his hands. Liam ripped her pants down, baring her below the waist.

She jumped at the chill but intensified their kiss. The backseat didn’t offer much room. His legs were too long, and her pants restricted her movements. But the sight of her bare skin went straight to his cock.

Liam cradled her in his arm and pushed his back against the window.

“Touch me,” she begged.

He took his time, making sure he held her the way he wanted. She reached for a kiss, but stilled his mouth against hers, slowing their chaotic rush. His fingers feathered across the trim patch of hair, and she shivered.

His tongue slipped along her lips and eased into a slow kiss as he dipped his hand. She mewed as he neared her mound and, when her arousal dampened his fingertips, Chelsea squirmed.

---