Scoring Wilder(84)

"Great game," I said with a broad smile.

"Yes it was. Are you ready to go?" Liam asked, eyeing the security guard next to us so that he'd know to open the gate. A few of the other players were joining their families and girlfriends as well so it seemed like standard protocol. "My car’s parked in the lot back here with the rest of the players'."

I turned to Coach Davis and saw that most of the other girls had already started to leave. "Are we all set, Coach?"

She cocked a brow and gave me a hard stare. "Be safe, Kinsley. We'll see you at practice Monday."

I smiled and gave her a nod before turning back to the group.

"Well, I'm going to drive myself home,” Becca began. “Kinsley, have fun and call me tomorrow. Liam, great game. Penn, you can go to hell.” She said it so bluntly that my mouth dropped open.

Wow, she really wasn't going to let him get away with last night. Good for her.

"Becca, we need to talk," Penn demanded with a hard stare. His brown eyes were locked on her and I didn't think either one of them was going to budge.

Liam shook his head and then reached over to take my hand. "C'mon, Kins, let's leave these two alone."

A security guard opened the gate for me after I hugged Becca goodbye. It was probably best that I was leaving with Liam. Becca needed to face Penn in private… so there’d be fewer witnesses of his murder.





Chapter Twenty-Five


"Are you hungry?" Liam asked as we stood in his kitchen eyeing each other over the kitchen island.

We'd driven to his house out in Malibu so that we'd have some privacy away from his other roommates at the LA Stars' house. Liam hadn't even asked if I was staying over. He'd assumed and I hadn't corrected him.

"No." I shook my head and crossed my arms over my shirt. "Are you?"

His eyes narrowed on me, and he shook his head. He was leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed just like mine. He looked intimidating in his slacks and button-down.

We were eyeing each other hungrily as he pushed off the counter and stalked toward me. He reached out for my hand and pulled me after him until we were heading into his living room. The shades were drawn, but a few lamps placed around the room cast the space in a soft glow. Liam led me further inside and then dropped my hand so he could turn some music on. Arctic Monkeys, "Do I Wanna Know?" streamed throughout the room.

I watched him drop the remote back onto the stereo and then he slowly turned. He was wearing a dangerous expression and I bit my lip as his eyes blatantly perused my body.

Neither of us said a word as he moved toward his couch. There were no arms on the side near him so he sat on the end with his hands clasped between his knees. He was hunched over, watching me.

"Strip for me, Kinsley," he murmured with a dark tone.

His command caught me by surprise and my breath hitched in my throat.

I eyed the windows over my shoulders, but no one could see in. We were completely alone. I'd imagined this moment since I first saw him, and now that it was here presented before me, I couldn't calm my nerves. I licked my dry lips and stared down at Liam. His brow was arched in a challenge and I let his gaze and the rock music seduce my movements.

I kicked off my shoes and socks, winking at Liam as I tossed them his way. He chuckled, but his stormy eyes never lightened.

I reached for the hem of my jeans and slowly unbuttoned them. Liam's gaze followed my hands as they tugged the denim down my legs. I kicked the pants aside and straightened back up. I'd selected my underwear very carefully earlier. The soft pink material was detailed with silky lace and it caressed my skin gently whenever I moved.

"The shirt, too," he demanded as I stood waiting for him to step closer.

“So demanding,” I murmured cheekily.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and pulled the ULA shirt over my head. Without its protection I was at the mercy of his gaze. I glanced down at my matching light pink bra. I could see my breasts through the thin material, and when I glanced up, Liam raised the edge of his mouth in a devilish smirk.

He looked like a fantasy come to life. His toned legs straining against his navy slacks. His strong forearms peeking out from his crisp white button down. Everything was perfectly in control. I wanted to make him drop the act. I wanted to make him groan my name and forget that he was the one in the position of power.

I reached behind me and fingered my bra clasp until the dainty material gave. When a cool whoosh of air caressed my breasts I knew there was no going back. I let the silky straps glide down my arms, and then I let the bra fall on top of my shirt at my feet.

"You're so goddamned sexy," he groaned with a husky voice.

I bit the edge of my mouth and soaked in his compliment as my fingers found the hem of my underwear.

"No. Come here," he ordered, standing up from the couch.

I paused and walked toward him, nervous of how I would react when he finally touched me.

"Lay back on the couch with your legs hanging off," he instructed. I did as he said. My brown hair fanned out around my face and a few of the silky strands cascaded down my neck and over my breasts.

He came to stand over me. His hands ran down my body, brushing my hair aside and cupping my breasts. He stole the air in the room as his fingers toyed with my nipples. I arched my head back and whimpered as he traced the outline of my breasts and then bent to mark the same path with his tongue. His mouth clamped over each nipple and I could feel dampness pooling in my silky underwear. I hated that he was still fully clothed. I felt like I was at his mercy. So I reached up and cupped him through his designer trousers. He was thick and hard against my small palm. I traced the outline of his length and licked my lips when I heard his shallow hiss in response to my touch.