Page 34 of Looks Real Good Now
“The moment’s passed, anyway. Let’s just eat.” I tried to sit up, but he put a hand on my shoulder and kept me lying down while he crawled on the bed.
“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want a year’s supply of brownies for winning, I want something else.”
“Huh?”
Liam pressed both of his knees up against my thigh and looked down at me. “I wasn’t recognised on the ice rink. I said I wanted brownies, but I want to change my prize.”
Oh yeah, that bet. Except…
“Muller, you spent at least half an hour with fans. What is your definition of getting recognised? Because mine is theswarming of people who knew your name and wanted your picture. There is no way you won that bet.”
“We saidonthe ice rink, and they all came up to me when we were off the ice. I won.” He smirked.
I sighed. On a word technicality, he was right. No one came near him whilst he was on the ice. I was the sole focus of his attention, and he was mine.
“What’s your amendment?”
His eyes flicked down my body. It was still mostly covered, but I felt naked under his gaze.
“What do you think I want?” His voice was dangerously deep now, his eyes that shade of almost-grey again.
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.” A small lie. What he wanted was written all over his face.
“Alright Alana, let me be explicit about this. I want to drape your legs over my shoulders and hold you open while I lick and suck—and gently bite if you’re into it—your clit until you get the orgasm that your vibrator just left you on the brink of.”
Like when he had asked me to be his fake girlfriend at the airport, there were a million reasons to say no. The biggest one was that this would complicateeverything. But I had already made things complicated when I said yes to being his fake girlfriend.
And I’d had a better time this week as a result because even though we had said it wasn’t real, Liam was taking the role of being my boyfriend very seriously. He didn’t have to take me on a Christmas lights walk, but he did because he knew I loved Christmas lights. He didn’t have to make sure that I was properly fed at every moment. He didn’t have to go out this morning and stand in a queue to buy a very specific bread thathe knew I liked when we were teenagers. But he did so he could surprise me with breakfast in bed, which I didn’t even think he would remember he was ‘supposed’ to do. An oversight on my part because Liam always made good on his forfeits.
My fake relationship with Liam was the easiest one I had ever been in, and it hadn’t even been a week. So why not add another layer to it?
I pulled the duvet off me and Liam inhaled sharply. “Amendment accepted. Oh, and Liam, I’m into it.”
Within seconds, Liam was straddling my waist, keeping his weight on his knees. It was only now that he was sitting in front of me that I noticed the thick bulge in his shorts, visible even though they weren’t exactly tight. I swallowed thickly.
“Fuck Len, you are so beautiful.” He sounded almost breathless as his hands came to rest above my shoulders and he tipped forward bringing his face close to mine.
“You’re not totally hideous.” I tried to go for a teasing tone, but it ended up sounding desperate. Which, in some ways, I was. I saw a sly smirk break out on his face just before he ducked down and nuzzled against my neck, his lips brushing against me in featherlight presses that made me feel even needier.
“Are you all wet for me?” he whispered against my ear. He nipped at my lobe, and I tilted my hips up against him, bringing my clit into direct contact with his hard cock. It pulled an unexpected moan out of me that made Liam chuckle.
“So that’s a yes, then?” he asked as one of his hands started trailing down my side until his fingers hooked into the top of my shorts.
“Shit,” I said suddenly. Liam’s hand immediately moved, andhe sat up, still keeping the majority of his weight off me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing exactly. I just remembered that it’s been a while since I bothered to extensively groom down there. So, like, there’s hair there.” I felt dumb saying it out loud, but I’d also been in this position before and well, it had a disappointing end every time.
“Is that it?” He sounded a touch amused.
“Well, yeah, I guess.”
“Okay, fine. Can I get back to what I was doing then?” His fingers tickled along my waistband. His total indifference to something considered a deal breaker with others made me feel bold. It had been a long time since I felt bold in the bedroom. Figures Liam would be the person to bring it back out of me.
“Are you lying when you say that your shoulder is the only serious injury you’ve ever had?”
“No, shoulder is my one and only, and once again, I assure you that it’s fine,” he answered, not phased by this line of questioning.
