Page 56 of Falling For Liam
By the time Nicole locks up for the night, my feet are throbbing and I’m in need of a nice long shower and a large glass of wine.
“Drink?” she asks, turning the main lights off.
“Can you read my mind?”
With a laugh, she grabs a bottle from the fridge and pours us both a generous glassful.
She carries them over to where I’ve flopped down on the sofa that looks out over the beach beyond.
“Want to talk about it?” she asks after I let out a long sigh.
“I just feel lost. Things were so good between us. I felt my life was turning a corner, and now it’s like I’m back at square one again. I’m half tempted to go to my parents’—”
“Don’t you dare,” she warns, turning her narrowed eyes to me. “You know he would hunt you down and drag you back if you did, anyway.”
“Would he? I’ve not seen him since last weekend, let alone spoken to him. For all I know, he’s done with me. Every time I picture him, I just see his anger and the dejected look on his face when I visited David. I was trying to put an end to all of that. I know I may not have gone the best way about it, but I never intended on it ruining what I have here.”
“That boy’s head over heels for you, and you know it.”
“So everyone keeps telling me, but it’s kinda hard to believe when it’s not coming from him.”
“It will.” She’s full of a confidence I could do with a little of. “Just give him time. He’ll be back.”
“We’ll see,” I mutter, staring back out at the dark night, praying that she’s right.
Chapter Sixteen
Olivia
The second I get in, I grab myself another glass of wine and head for my room, exhausted after my impromptu waitressing shift. It was the perfect distraction from everything that’s been going on, and it was a great excuse to spend some time with Nicole.
Foregoing the shower, I put the plug in the bath and pour in some bubbles. I strip out of my clothes and lower myself into the water, way before it’s even halfway up the tub. Grabbing my wine, I relax and allow the water to soothe my aching body.
The bruises Griff caused have almost faded now. There are just a few yellowish marks on my upper arms and around my eye that I can mostly cover with make-up. I can’t wait for them to vanish completely so I’m not reminded of him every time I take my clothes off. I’ve managed to rid him from my life; now, it’s time the evidence he ever touched me vanishes, too.
With the heat and the scent of the berry bubble bath surrounding me, I succumb to my exhaustion much sooner than I was expecting. I doze in and out of sleep, knowing I really need to get out, but I’m too relaxed to move. That is, until I hear a crash downstairs.
Sitting up so fast I slosh water all over the floor, my heart races as I strain to hear any more noise. I wasn’t expecting anyone home tonight, and I’m pretty sure I locked the door behind me.
My pulse pounds with every footstep I hear thundering up the stairs, and I gasp in horror when my bedroom door crashes open.
With my fists clenched so tightly my nails dig into my palms, I wait for the inevitable, but when the door opens, my breath catches at the sight of the person staring back at me.
His chest is heaving, his eyes dark and hungry. My body trembles, but it’s no longer with fear. It’s with lust.
“Liam,” I breathe, so relieved he’s here that I can barely think straight.
His eyes hold mine for a few seconds before they lower to my body, mostly hidden behind masses of white bubbles. When they come back to mine, they’re darker still and my insides clench in anticipation. I haven’t seen him for a week, and being without his touch has been driving me crazy.
Suddenly, he’s moving. His hands reach down into the bubbles and he grips me around the waist before I’m lifted from the water as if I weigh nothing.
Water drips from my body, but he either doesn’t care or notice because he manages to manoeuvre me so my legs wrap around his waist. The water clinging to my skin soaks into the fabric of his shirt and jeans, but he ignores it as his fingers thread into my damp hair and he pulls my lips to his.
His tongue is in my mouth in seconds, exploring every inch like he’s forgotten what I feel and taste like. I eagerly kiss him back, but before long, the pounding between my legs gets so intense that I can’t help but start grinding myself against him. His hardness presses against my clit, and that along with the roughness of the denim has me nearing release sooner than I ever would have thought.
Ripping his lips from mine, he stares at me with his dark, lust-filled eyes. “I don’t fucking think so,” he warns. I’ve no idea what he means, but excitement fills me at his demanding tone.
We’re in my bedroom before I’ve even realised we’re moving. I’m too lost in his eyes and the determined expression on his face. I squeal when I’m thrown onto the bed, and bounce a couple of times before I settle. The wine I consumed earlier makes my head spin a little from the sudden movement, but I soon focus when Liam cages me in with his arms and stares down at me. His eyes are almost menacing, and if it were anyone else, I might be a little intimidated. But this is Liam, and I have a feeling that look in his eyes means only one thing…he’s about to show me a new side to himself that I think he’s kept hidden.
