Page 17 of Skating the Blue Line
Is that normal? Out of all the one-night stands I’ve had in my life, no one has ever felt like this before.
I wonder why.
What’s so damn special about this guy?
Liam is lucky enough to find a parking spot close to my building while I’m having a mental crisis, but instead of getting out of the car, he turns to face me.
The hand that is currently on my lap, squeezes around mine.
“You okay with me going up to your place? I can leave right now and call it a night.”
Is he this sweet and caring with everyone or just me?
I don’t bother answering his question with words.
Taking note from my on stage persona, I let go of Liam’s hand and lean over the center console and bring his face to mine.
There is nothing sweet or slow about the way my mouth lands against his.
My body has been on the brink of explosion from the second I caught his gaze. The kiss back at the pizza place was just the ignitor and now I’m letting the fire burn and taking what I want.
Liam has to feel the same way because he digs his hand into my hair, as if he can’t pull himself close enough to me.
He’s just as starved for me as I am for him.
I slide my tongue along his bottom lip, asking for entry and all it takes is one swipe and my tongue is dancing along his.
His hold on my hair becomes tighter and I can’t help but to let out a moan.
The pulling and the grabbing feel so damn good.
“We should head inside.” Liam lets out as his mouth travels down to my jaw and then to my neck.
I’m already a panting mess and all this man is doing is kissing me and pulling my hair.
I fucking live for it.
“We should.” I say, but don’t make the move to pull away from him and get out of the car.
My panting gets heavier as I feel Liam’s tongue slide against the length of my neck and stopping to suck on the skin above my collarbone.
I’m loving my dress so much right now. It’s exposed in all the right places.
I shift a bit in my seat, but not to open the car door. No, I shift so that my body is leaning over the console, with one hand threading itself through his hair to hold me up and the other landing onto his lap. My mouth doesn’t waste any time landing back on his.
“Chloe,” Liam growls against me the second I start massaging his dick through his tuxedo pants.
I let out a hum against his mouth, continuing with my motions.
“You don’t want to keep doing that.” Liam tells me, pulling away slightly only to take my bottom lip between his teeth and nipping me.
A small giggle escapes me followed by yet another moan when the hand that was in my hair slides down my body and rests along my hip.
“And why is that?” I ask, pulling from him to give him a smirk.
Liam gives me his own smirk and before I know it, he’s pulling me fully onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.
For being in such a small space, it still doesn’t feel like I’m close enough to him.
