Page 30 of Falling For Liam
“Hmm…You’re wrapped in my arms. If you hadn’t noticed, there’s not a lot between us right now.”
His words make me look down. I was so lost when he pulled me to him that he could have been wearing a giant purple Barney costume and I wouldn’t have noticed. But I see that is far from the truth, because inches upon inches of toned and tanned skin greet me. I swallow down the desire that starts to bubble up as I run my eyes over the definition of his abs and down to where I’m sat across his lap. I see no evidence of underwear, so I can only hope he is actually wearing some, because I’m not sure my fragile mind could cope with seeing any more of him right now. Glancing at myself, I remember that I’m just wearing a baby pink vest and a tiny pair of knickers. My cheeks heat and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You couldn’t look better.” A little laugh falls from my lips because he can’t be serious. “You just think I’m trying to make you feel better, don’t you?”
“Well, aren’t you?”
“No. I’d never tell you something that wasn’t true.”
Looking back up at him, my breath catches once again. His eyes are so dark as they stare down at me. I’ve no choice but to believe his words.
Suddenly, I’m moving, gently lowered to the bed as Liam finds the space between my legs and his forearms land on the pillow on either side of my head.
My lips part as my breathing turns into embarrassing pants. My chest heaves and the slow throb that was already happening down below picks up pace with my need to be touched.
Nothing’s said as he holds my eyes captive. I’m powerless to look away from his heated gaze.
I feel his body tremble as he holds himself above me, and I want to feel his weight on me so badly that I almost reach out and pull him down.
“You need to get some sleep,” he whispers as he drops his head towards me and rubs his nose against mine.
“I’ll be fine without.” My voice is nothing more than a breathy whisper, and I’m mortified by how desperate I sound.
When he rolls off me and onto his side, I’m relieved to see he’s wearing a black pair of boxer briefs, but at the same time I want to groan because, although covered, I can see everything, and everything is very hard. My mouth waters as I stare down at him.
“I should go.”
Panic immediately pushes aside my lust. “No, please. Don’t leave me.” Since Friday night at the shack, things between us have been getting back to how they used to be. Every day we get that little bit closer, and every day I wish more and more that something’s going to happen between us. That he’s going to do what I need him to to help push my past away.
“Liv.” The pain in his voice almost means I allow him to go, but the thought of being alone with my memories of that nightmare is enough to have me begging.
“Please. I don’t want to be alone.”
His eyes run down my scantily clad body before he scrambles off the bed. My mouth opens to say anything to convince him but I don’t get a chance because the second he’s off the bed, he’s pulling the duvet back and getting in.
After a few stunned moments I do the same, and in seconds I’m pulled back so his large body’s spooning mine. He’s pressed so tightly against me that I feel every muscle. The one against my butt is the most obvious, and I try my best not to move an inch so I don’t cause him any more pain than I already am.
Liam
Olivia is like my very own piece of heaven and hell all wrapped into one sexy package. Every single muscle in my body is pulled tight as I hold her. This is not what I imagined the next time I was in a bed with her to be like.
As her breathing shallows, she fidgets to get more comfortable, resulting in her rubbing her arse into my rock hard cock. Biting down on my bottom lip, I manage to contain my groan of frustration that tries to bubble up my throat.
I lay, wide awake, with my arms wrapped around her for hours. I’ve never experienced fear like I did the second her screams dragged me from my sleep. Images of him hunting her down and trying to finish the job he started assaulted me and I couldn’t get to her fast enough. I was ready to fight, but as I flew her door open, the only thing I saw was her thrashing around on her bed as she tried to fight off an imaginary predator. I can’t even begin to describe the sheer relief that washed through me as I realised he wasn’t here, that she was okay, but it only lasted a second because seeing her like that shattered me. How fucking dare another person cause her so much pain that it haunts her in her sleep?
I was fucking furious as I walked over, gripped her arms and tried dragging her from her night-time hell. What I wasn’t prepared for was the look in her eyes when they found me. The relief, the pain, the fear. It almost broke me. A lump the size of a fucking basketball clogged my throat as I thought about the fact I could do little to take her pain away. That fucker’s going to be inside her head for a long time; I’d do just about anything to wipe him away.
The moment I pressed her trembling body to mine, I felt a little more grounded. I’ve never experienced someone’s presence alone affecting my thoughts and mood, but it’s another thing that tells me Olivia is the one I’ve been waiting for. And I know in that moment that I will wait for however long it takes to make her mine.
Eventually, the sun begins to filter in through the crack in the curtains and I know I need to move. As much as I want to stay put and be here when she wakes up, I can’t. I’ve got a job that’s waiting for me.
I’ve wanted to be a radio DJ for as long as I can remember. I used to set up my own decks at home and chat away to my toys as a kid; if my parents were lucky, they’d have to listen and pretend to be my callers. My lip twitches at the memory as I smoothly slide out from behind Liv’s sleeping body. I drop a light kiss to her shoulder before silently leaving her room, not before looking back at her when I get to the door, committing the sight of her to memory. It should help me get through the next few hours knowing I could still be in there with her.
After showering, I throw some clothes on and head out into the early morning sun. I love this time of day, whether I’m up to go to the station or to hit the waves. It’s so calm and peaceful, and it helps to rid me of the image of Liv last night.
Once I’ve got my headphones on and I’m sat in my studio, I allow the world to slip away and focus on the job at hand. Knowing my voice is the first one a huge portion of this little town hears when they wake up amazes me just as much today as the first time I was on air. The fact that people set their alarms just to hear me rambling on and playing a few tunes blows me away.
“Good morning to those of you just waking up and starting your day. It’s Friday, and you know what that means. All the songs we play from nine o’clock are chosen by you. Do you need something to help get you through the day? Do you need a song to get you in the mood for tonight? Whatever it is, pick up your phone and let us know. Today might be your lucky day. We can all hope, right?” I add with a laugh as the image of Liv fast asleep in my arms flashes in my mind. Setting up my next song, I drag my hand down my face as the possibility of me getting lucky any time soon pulls me back to earth. Things between us are much better since our long walk on the beach last Friday night, but we’ve still got a long way to go before I’m going to get what I want.
