Collided: Dirty Air (Book 2)(64)
Liam sees through me effortlessly. His words cause a bubble of something to build up in my chest. I stay silent, wondering where this will go.
“So, I think it’s a great idea for us to work out some of the kinks in our arrangement. In the name of making this work between us. So, I have an idea of what we can do to set the record straight.”
I feel afraid yet weirdly excited about which number he chose. “Something from the list?”
“Right. You’re a good girl. You like to be very thorough with everything you do, right?”
I nod my head along to his words.
He snickers. “You don’t want to give up on your list after all this time, right?”
“No.” I lie there like a sacrificial lamb while his eyes gaze over my body, taking in my jean shorts and black T-shirt.
“So, let me help you.”
Liam drops down in front of me once I nod in agreement. What a sexy sight, him with his knees planted on the bed. I lick my lips as he crawls toward me.
My heart thrums in my chest. Liam’s lips find mine, shutting my brain off and dismissing concerns. This kiss doesn’t compare to our previous ones. From the get-go, intensity rolls off him, his lips pushing against mine. Our fingers intertwine as he traps my arms next to my head. Fuck, it feels good.
Liam’s tongue licks across my lips, tempting my mouth to open for him. His teeth pull on my bottom lip as he rolls his body into mine. Emotions and sensations cloud my judgment and apprehension. I already screwed our friendship to hell with a simple kiss, so I might as well enjoy the ride.
He releases my hands, now more interested in exploring my body. His rough hands run across my curves. Despite the material separating his calloused fingers from my skin, I feel him everywhere. On my body, in my head, under my skin. There’s no dismissing the way he owns me, making my body desperate from a few kisses and touches alone. He lets out a moan when I nip and tug on his bottom lip.
My hands embarrassingly grope him like a horny TSA agent, testing out the corded muscles of his arms and back. Jacked doesn’t begin to describe him. Taut muscles press against his shirt, tensing wherever my fingers linger.
I pushed him away before, never wanting to look too close, afraid of my own self-control breaking. Everything about our chemistry makes me question my sanity for denying our connection.
Liam’s teeth graze my bottom lip before they break away from mine. His lips follow the curve of my neck. I sigh at the sensation of his stubble running against my skin, loving every second of his attention.
Our attraction makes me panic, hoping I didn’t ruin anything between us. Will Liam talk to me tomorrow? Am I ruining something between us?
Like Liam can sense my doubts, he tugs on my hair and draws me back into the moment. He erases my concerns with his lips. This man kisses me like it may be our last, branding himself, so I never forget him. And God, I’ll never.
How did I say no to this for so long? And why?
“I’ve wanted to kiss you like that for months.” Liam’s voice strains as he places soft kisses down my neck.
His words seep into my heart and occupy a permanent space, an unwelcome invasion holding me hostage. Silly me for putting feelings where they don’t belong. He runs his thumb across my swollen lips, his eyes assessing mine.
He places another quick kiss on my lips, his stubble brushing against my face. “Say you’ve wanted me just as much?”
My heart squeezes at his vulnerability, catching the way his eyes widen and his eyebrows lower.
I lift my back off the bed and give him a chaste kiss, which shouldn’t mean as much as it does. He pulls away, giving me a huge smile that warms my heart.
“You’re a hard man to resist. You’re easily becoming my weakness.” I drag a finger down his chest before I cup his prominent bulge, thick and hard beneath my palm. My body pulses with excitement at touching him. A mischievous smile spreads across my face as he groans, his body responding to my hand rubbing up and down his length. A welcome surge of pride takes over at making him crave me.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” His head drops to the crook of my neck. “I’d rather not come from your hand alone.” He softly tugs my hand away from his pants. His hands grab the hem of my shirt and pulls it off, chucking it somewhere over his shoulder. My shorts come off next, revealing most of me to him.
“And you wax? Shit.” His voice rasps.
“Yup. Makes me feel sexy.” Screw waxing myself for a guy. I don’t go through that kind of pain for anything but boosting my self-esteem.
“Shit, Sophie, you’re my naughty girl.” Liam’s eyes remain glued to my lavender lace bra.
I mentally high five myself for wearing a fancy bra and matching underwear. His lips return to mine as his hands squeeze my breasts, the lace fabric brushing against my sensitive nipples. My clit throbs at his touch.
Liam pulls away from me. “It’s not too late to stop now. We can go back to normal. Are you sure about this?” He catches me by surprise with his get out of bed free card.
My throat wells up at his sincerity. Instead of shying away, I tug his lips back to mine, giving in to him and the desire circling around us for months. One of Liam’s arms wraps around me and snaps off my bra while the other pulls at my topknot to unleash my hair. He proves himself a man of many multitasking talents.
Our kisses go from intense and needy to soft and sweet. Almost like unspoken words between us, our kisses say things our brains can’t make out. I grind myself against his cock, creating marvelous friction, going from hesitant to begging in a moment. How quickly everything changes.