Page 42 of Looks Real Good Now
“It wouldn’t…” he trailed off. I could see the moment it dawned on him that I was right. “How is that even possible?”
“A good question. I mean this morning kind of took an unexpected turn, and I guess we haven’t got around to it.” I shrugged. Liam’s eyebrows knitted together and then he reached for something to my left.
“I think you need to try this dress on,” he said, not giving me a chance to respond before he hooked an arm over my shoulder and led me to the dressing rooms.
Surprisingly, they were mostly empty. The woman who handed me a tag indicating how many items I had was not paying attention to us, which was probably for the best because Liam was practically vibrating next to me as he led us to the stall in the furthest corner.
Liam hung the dress over the hook in the room and then stood opposite me.
“Why are you staring at me?” I asked. I could feel the heat of his gaze, but he had drawn an invisible line between us.
“I’m thinking,” was all he said in response.
“Well don’t think too hard, Muller.” I tried to lighten the mood.
“I do think you should try this dress on.” He nodded to where it was hanging up. I couldn’t think of anything worse than peeling off all the layers that I had on, but I had been looking at the dress for ages before Liam found me. It wouldn’t surprise me if Liam had been watching me stare at it before he had walked over. I took my coat off and threw it at him.
He caught it with ease.
“Fine, but close your eyes.”
I expected him to protest but instead, he turned his cap around and closed his eyes. I went about changing as quickly as possible.
As I zipped it up and let it settle on the contours of my body, I knew why I had been so drawn to it. I looked really fucking good, and suddenly, I was excited for Liam to open his eyes.
“Okay you’re good,” I said, and he spun the cap back around and opened his eyes. First, they adjusted to the bright light of the dressing room, then the green darkened, and I felt my skin heat up underneath his stare.
“Fuck, Alana,” he said my name as both a whine and a prayer as he closed the distance between us. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my curls, and his eyes flicked down to my lips before he stepped in closer.
I’d never really thought about the fact that my favourite colour was a shade of green before it turned into blue. I kind of assumed it was because I loved the ocean. But no, it was the exact shade of Liam’s eyes.
I don’t know who moved first, all I knew was that I held his stare for a fraction of a second and then his lips were against mine. The first press was gentle. The thought that this felt more intimate than the fact that those same lips had been in between my thighs just this morning made me laugh, breaking the kiss.
Liam pulled back a little and raised his scarred eyebrow.
“That was not me judging your kissing skills. I’m just thinking about how funny it is that you ate me out before we even kissed.”
“Some might say that was a better first kiss to have,” he whispered against my lips.
I didn’t bother responding with anything other than pressing my lips against his again. There was nothing gentle about our second kiss. It felt almost desperate. Decades worth of want and longing were finally finding a way to be let out. He nipped at my bottom lip, a gentle scrape of teeth before he soothed it with a swipe of his tongue.
I removed his cap with one hand and threaded my fingers through his hair as he pushed me backwards until I was pressed against a wall. When he slid one of his legs in between mine, I tilted my head back as the pressure of his thigh against me made pure want rush through my veins. As Liam started kissing my exposed neck, his cap fell from my grip.
The hand threaded through my hair ran down my body until he grabbed my upper thigh, and I moaned. Low and guttural. For his ears only, but still very aware that I was in a dressing room in Macy’s. I felt Liam’s smile against the crook of my neck and his fingers moved closer to the apex of my thighs. Slowly. The kind of slow that almost made me want to beg him to get a move on and touch me.
Just as I was about to cave, two fingers pressed against my clit, and I sighed with relief.
“I can feel how wet you are,” he near growled into my ear.
“I’ve been wet all day. You’re not good for me.” My voice sounded so breathless.
“Nah, I think I’m great for you, babe. Do you think you can be quiet?”
“I don’t own this dress,” I responded.
“But you will, so back to my original question.” His voice dripped like honey against my neck.
I nodded. “Yeah, I can be quiet.”
