Page 33 of Looks Real Good Now
“Until you take your next bite, yeah.”
Liam laughed.
“How about after we eat these, we go for a walk? It will be dark soon and you can see the lights in all their glory. If you’re a good girl, I might even buy you a hot chocolate.” He winked and took another bite, getting more sauce on his chin.
Ordinarily, I would give him shit for saying the words ‘good girl’ in relation to me, but today, the words made me very aware of the steady pulse of desire thrumming against the seam of my leggings.
I took another bite of my burger to try and distract myself from it.
23
Alana
Iwoke up and rolled onto cold sheets. It was a harsh wake-up call from my lovely dream, which had been full of highlights from the day before.
Liam’s assuredness on the ice and the way it seemed to yield to him like he was its master. The easy way he dealt with people coming up to him and singing his praises, while also keeping me out of it. The way his fingers tangled with mine while I found my feet in skates again. The press of his hand against my lower back, a brand against my skin even through my winter layers. The feeling of satisfaction that washed over me every time I managed to get a full belly laugh out of him. The warmth of spiked hot chocolate while we marvelled at the lights, andburgers so stacked that they left smears of sauce on full lips that I wanted to clean up with my tongue.
Yesterday, it felt like I was actually dating Liam. And more than it feeling real, it feltright. Especially the part where he was on his knees in front of me, which had taken an X-rated turn in dream world and had left me feeling needy.
I rolled over in frustration and stuck my hand underneath my pillow, making contact with my vibrator.
The cold bed was a good indication that Liam had been gone for a while, and I pushed up onto my elbows to see if I could figure out where he might be. His towel was hanging on the long radiator, so he wasn’t in the bathroom, which suggested that maybe he had gone for a run. He mentioned yesterday that he might try and get one in. If that was the case, then I probably had more than enough time to satisfy this need.
I pulled the vibrator out and slipped it between my legs. The press of the point against my clit sent a shiver through my body. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been turned on this quickly. Definitely not for the majority of my twenties. But this week, I’d been like a live wire and the barest of touches were setting my nerve endings alight. Sometimes Liam just had to look at me for my clit to perk up.
I clicked the vibe on and closed my eyes, letting images of what I wished had happened last night play in my mind. How I wanted to lick the cream from the hot chocolate that had ended up on his upper lip after the first sip and tease the plush lower lip between my teeth before coaxing him into a kiss. I could feel his hands sweeping up my back and holding me close to him, his thigh slotting in between my legs, a solid pressure where I would need him most. I could hear the sounds he would make the longer we kissed, and as my hands started to stroke across his body, they’d become desperate, low,needy.
The pressure coiling in my lower stomach was starting to build, and I tilted my hips to press the vibe harder against my clit. The promise of relief inching ever closer. I started imagining his hands, so big and slightly calloused, pressedagainst my naked skin, and his fingertips teasing the pucker of my nipples. The weight of him pressing me down into the mattress, and the kisses he would pepper over the line of my neck.
I felt my muscles tighten and I prepared to fly off the edge into sheer orgasmic bliss.
And then my vibrator died.
“Fuck!” I muttered angrily and punched the mattress with my free hand.
“I can help with that.” My eyes flew open. I refused to believe that the voice I just heard was actually in the room, but there he was.
Liam was leaning against my closed bedroom door. How had I not heard it open? He was holding a tray with two plates of toast stacked with bacon and eggs, as well as coffee so hot there was still steam coming off it.
“What the hell are you doing here?” It was all I could think to say, even though it was pretty fucking obvious what he was doing.
“This is my room for the holidays as well and I’m bringing you breakfast in bed,” he replied. His voice sounded tight. It made my body coil even further in anticipation. I was the reason he sounded like that, and it made me feel powerful.
“What’s for breakfast?” It was such a ridiculous question to ask while my body still thrummed with desire and Liam looked a bit like he wanted to devour me. I was hoping that if I distracted him enough, we could just ignore the last few minutes.
“I went and bought that bread you like, the one with the cranberries in it, and toasted it. And fried some bacon and eggs. I wouldn’t exactly say I made it. But I did bring all the very simplecomponents together.”
“Oh,” I said stupidly. I loved that bread. I had tried to make it myself, but whatever Westchester Bakes did to it could not be replicated. And he’d gone out to buy it for me specifically.
“I’m just saying that I made this coffee too hot to drink right now and I don’t think either of us minds eating lukewarm food,” Liam said as he pushed off the door and started walking towards his side of the bed, settling the tray on the bedside table. So, distracting him hadn’t worked.
“And why are you saying that?”
“Playing dumb doesn’t suit you, Len.”
I groaned. “Can we just pretend that you didn’t see anything and then we can eat the breakfast you made in peace?”
“No,” he said. I was surprised by his bluntness but also, it felt good to be so obviously and openly desired by this man. But still, thinking about crossing the line was very different to actually crossing the line.
