Page 108 of The Reno
“I’m okay.” I smiled. “Thank you for getting her up here. It really was the best birthday present.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Better than this morning?”
I blushed. “Hm. I love Willa, but probably not as much as I love you going down on me.”
Liam punched the air, and I laughed.
As we stood in front of my aunt and uncle’s terraced house, I regretted not taking Liam up on his offer. The house sounded like a home. The TV was blaring in the front room, and music was playing from the kitchen. I could smell roast chicken and hear my uncle singing to Frank Sinatra in the kitchen.
I felt out of place.
I didn’t know the protocol. My family had never done the big,loud Sunday lunches. Mum had always said it was too much food for the three of us.
I glanced at Liam to find him staring down at me, his gaze skirting down me and lingering on my arse, where my dress was particularly tight.
I smirked, momentarily distracted by Liam’s stormy eyes.
I knew he liked the tight wool dress I’d picked out this morning. His eyes had widened and trailed over me, up and down, hungrily. He looked ready to throw me over his shoulder and drag me back upstairs. I was sure he would have done it if Willa hadn’t been there. The feeling was mutual when Liam wore a hunter-green soft jumper with tapered dark blue trousers and smart white trainers.
His arse looked just as good, but I had the decency to stare when he wasn’t looking. Right now, Liam clearly didn’t give a flying fuck. His eyes kept trailing over me, heat warming there.
“My eyes are up here, Hunter.”
Liam made a strangled noise. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to get through this meal and hide that I’m clearly obsessed with you.”
I choked. “Obsessed with me?”
Liam grabbed the bottle of wine from my hand and placed it on the floor. With our hands free, he pulled me closer and kissed my neck.
Liam hummed. “Just let me get it out of my system. I know you don’t want to tell anyone, but sweetheart”—his words made my heart squeeze—“you look ridiculously hot, and I just want to take you home and do terrible, horrible things to you, andeveryone is going to see it on my face.”
His voice grew a bit desperate towards the end. Like he was suffering.
I gasped as Liam nipped at my neck, biting harder than he should. “Everyone saw us at the market. The cat is out of the bag. We can tell people if you want.”
Liam pulled back, assessing me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable—”
“It’s just family, right?”
Liam nodded. “Well—”
He didn’t finish his sentence because the door swung open, and Lydia stood in the doorway, her mouth full of food.
Her eyes widened at the food in Liam’s hands. “Is that the chocolate pie?” she murmured through her mouthful.
“It’s a torte,” Liam responded in a deadpan tone.
Lydia rolled her eyes. “Wanker.” She took the plates from him, smelling under the foil. “Ah, this smells amazing.” She turned around to head back down the hallway. “Mum! Liam and Kat are here. We can all pretend we didn’t see them feeling each other up on the porch for the last ten minutes.”
“Lydia!” Sandra shouted from the front room as my face lit up bright red.
“I made extra,” Liam shouted as Lydia disappeared with the plate. “It can go in the freezer.”
“Yes, chef!” Lydia shouted back, and I snorted.
“Sandra!” Uncle Brian shouted. “Where did you put the beers?”
“Are you blind? On the side in the kitchen. In the box,” Sandrashouted back. I could hear Lydia laughing in the kitchen at her dad’s expense.
