Page 38 of Falling For Liam
My heart races as we pull up to the house. I don’t sit and wait for Liam to pay. I’m up and out of the car the second it pulls to a stop by the curb, not being able to stand the tension and uncertainty any longer.
I’m stopped when I get to the front door because, unlike usual, it’s locked. By the time I’ve found the key in the depths of my handbag, Liam’s caught up with me.
“Hey,” he says, running his hand down my arm, causing goosebumps to cover my skin. “Is everything okay?”
“Of course,” I mutter, shoving the key in the lock, pushing it open and storming inside.
I’ve no idea what I’m doing. My ears buzz and my mind spins as I make my way towards the stairs. My only thought is to get to my room.
“Liv…Liv,” I hear from behind me, but my footsteps don’t falter. “Liv, stop, please,” Liam begs. His fingers wrap around my wrist and I spin so I’m staring right at him. The look on his face has me taking a step back, but all that achieves is bumping into the wall. “What did I do?” His eyes flick over my face as he waits for my response.
What do I say to that? He’s been nothing but perfect.
His breath skates over my face as he patiently waits for what I have to say. His eyes beg for me not to turn him away, not to shut him out.
My heart continues to pound and my temperature soars with him so close.
But I don’t answer him. Instead, I lean forward, closing the space between us, and press my lips to his.
He hesitates for a second and I panic that he’s going to pull away. Just as I’m about to move back and apologise, he grabs my arms and places them over his shoulders. He closes the small amount of space between us again and presses me into the wall. His fingers dig into my hips and he tries to get us even closer. His lips move against mine, and then his tongue is in my mouth, duelling with mine and discovering every inch.
I sag against the wall as his kiss consumes me, but he doesn’t let me fall. Threading one of his legs through mine, he holds me tighter and kisses me harder.
I’ve never experienced a kiss like it. It’s demanding yet soft. Romantic yet explosive.
Pulling back, he rests his forehead against mine. His eyes are closed tightly as his breath caresses my face.
“Liam,” I whisper, wanting his attention and panicking that he’s cut himself off from me.
“You have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for that?”
Biting down on my bottom lip, I shake my head. A smile tugs at my lips as I process his words. He’s not regretting that.
When he pulls his eyelids open what lies beneath is full of hunger and lust. It makes my breath catch and my core throb.
“Tell me what you want, Liv.” His tone is almost a warning, but it only excites me.
“You,” I breathe, staring him straight in the eyes so he can see how serious I am.
“I can wait, if you’re not ready. I understand.” His hand comes up to my cheek and his eyes soften slightly. “But if you say yes, the second we step foot in that room, I’m not going to be able to stop.”
I shake my head and he begins to move away. “No,” I shout, grabbing his shirt, stopping him. “No, I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
I nod, and the smile I get in return almost knocks me on my arse. “Have you always had dimples?” I ask, running my fingertip over the little dent in his cheek.
“Only when I’m really, really happy.”
I can’t help but burst out laughing. I’m soon silenced when his lips come back to mine. Every single thought falls from my head and I focus on his lips and his hard body.
I’ve no idea how long we make out in the hallway like teenagers. All sense of time seems to disappear when he’s touching me. It’s a feeling that I think I could very easily get used to.
“Shall we?” I whisper between kisses and nod my head towards my bedroom door. “We don’t really want to give BJ a show.” My words were meant as a joke, but Liam’s body tenses at the thought seconds before he grabs onto my thighs and lifts me.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I allow him to carry me to my bedroom. “That was a joke,” I whisper in his ear before I kiss down his neck. I want it to relax him, but I can still tell he’s tense.
“I know. It’s just the thought of someone else…” I don’t allow him to continue. Instead, I slam my lips back down on his. He doesn’t need to say any more.
