Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
LARK
L iam places soft kisses on my thighs, and with each whimper and sigh that leaves my lips, his eyes grow darker with pure desire.
When I saw the way the woman at the front desk was drooling over him, jealousy took over every rational thought in my brain and before I realized what I was doing, I had my hands all over him like I was marking my territory. The nasty look she aimed my way was evidence enough that she was going to hit on him the second she could.
Not that I believe for a second he would have reciprocated, at least right then. Even from several feet away I could hear the way her nailed clacked on the keyboard, and I know that’s one of Liam’s sensory triggers.
The morning he came into the salon he told me he came to my office to escape Jeanie and her wandering hands. While I’m sure that was partly true, I also saw the way his fists and jaw clenched when we passed the receptionist’s desk where she was typing up a paper for one of her summer courses. Wearing acrylic nails .
“You planning to answer my question sometime today, pretty girl?” Liam asks, his hot breath fanning against my core.
Groaning, I lean my head back against the cool glass. We’re not that high up, so anyone could see us, but I’m pretty sure this is one-way glass. “Because I didn’t like her hitting on you when I was right there. It’s rude.”
He hums. “Try again.”
My jaw drops in indignation because even though I know I’m lying, he doesn’t. “What? It is rude. Your girlfriend was standing like five feet away after walking in with you. Either she’s an idiot or she’s a bitch.”
Liam snickers, sitting back on his heels. Our conversation has done nothing to lessen the erection standing proudly between his legs. “Try. Again.”
Glaring down at him, I cross my arms over my chest.
“Okay. I guess I’ll go get ready for the concert then. Maybe stop and see what time the receptionist gets off work.” He shrugs, moving to stand.
Damn stubborn man.
“I don’t want you to give her your number because I like you, okay?!” I shout. “I like you, Liam. And it’s really fucking inconvenient since this was all supposed to be fake, and then it was just supposed to be a bit of fun between friends, and now I don’t know what the hell we are or how I should feel and?—”
“Lark?” he interrupts me, a smile blooming on his handsome face.
“What?” I snap.
His smile gets even bigger as he wraps his huge hands around the backs of my thighs. “I like you too.”
And then he moves.
He dives in, immediately licking a stripe over my core. The move pulls a surprised gasp out of me, my whole body moving back towards the glass wall. Liam doesn’t like that, because he uses one of the hands on my thigh to hook my leg over his shoulder before doing the same with the other one.
Only my shoulders are pressed against the glass as his hands slide up to my lower back to balance me and keep me pressed against his skilled mouth as he licks and sucks until I’m right on the edge, only to back off before I can go over.
“Liam!” I whine, making him chuckle. When he pulls back his face glistens from a mixture of me and the water from the shower heads raining down on both of us, but clearly he doesn’t mind.
Very carefully, he gets to his feet, sliding my wet back up the glass as he goes. Just when I think he’s going to continue, he gets a wicked look in his eyes and fucking drops me .
I shriek, startled by the sudden movement and the feeling of free falling, but it only lasts half of a second before he catches the back of my knees in the crooks of his elbows, still holding me up by my thighs so his cock brushes against my clit with every thrust of his hips.
“Jesus, Red,” he pants, leaning his forehead against the space between my breasts. “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy since the day you moved in. And then when I finally got a taste of you? It was game over for me. I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”
I choke on a laugh, my eyes glossing over with tears. I’ve been so afraid he’d reject me once he got to know me, and while that could still happen someday, knowing he wants me now is enough.
“Make me yours then, plant boy.” I whisper the words into the top of his head with a smile, hoping a little bit of brattiness will get him to move already.
He growls, lining himself up before thrusting home. We both moan, our noises competing to be heard over the water pouring down on us from all angles.
“Such a fucking brat until I’m inside of you. Do you just need this perfect pussy filled to fix your little attitude, pretty girl?”
I moan, clenching around him with each filthy word. He groans, thrusting harder and reaching a hand out to the side, fumbling around for a moment.
“You’re my good girl when I’m filling this tight cunt, aren’t you?”
“So close,” I whimper. My hands go around his neck, digging into his shoulders as his hand comes back into view holding a removable shower head I didn’t notice earlier. He slides it between us, pressing it against my aching clit, and the first pulse of the jet is enough to send me over the edge.
“Liam!” My core throbs around his length as I cry out, and he grunts, thrusting hard one, two, three more times before he groans, stilling as his cock pulses inside of me.
We’re both breathless as he walks us with slightly unsteady steps to the bench at the end of the shower where he carefully sets me down. His eyes are back to their stunning buckwheat honey color as he checks me over. “Are you okay? Was that too much?” he asks nervously. Insecurity shines through his eyes, and I know the confident sex god is gone and my quiet man is back.
Smiling at him, I cup his face in my hands and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “I’m great, Liam. That was amazing.”
His answering smile is blinding. He grabs a washcloth from a small shelf above us and wets in under the spray before bringing it back and using it to clean me up. My cheeks flame with embarrassment but for once I don’t interfere, letting him take care of me without a fight .
When he glances up to meet my eyes, I swear I see pride shining back at me in his affectionate gaze. He leans back, looking at something on the far wall for a moment before focusing back on me. “We have a little less than an hour before the concert, do you want to eat before we go?”
I shake my head. “Nah. Keelan and I kind of have this tradition where we go out after the show and grab food at the closest greasy spoon we can find.”
His expression drops briefly, but he catches it and forces a smile. “Oh, that sounds fun. Will he make sure you get back to the hotel okay after?”
My eyes fly wide when I realize the reason for his swift mood change, and I grab his hand. “Baby, no.” His eyes flash at the name, but I ignore that for now and continue explaining. “That wasn’t me excluding you. I want you there.”
“Are you sure?” There’s more of that insecurity again.
I lean forward to kiss him soundly. “I’ve never been more sure. I was already planning on talking to Keely tonight, but if you’re there, maybe it will be better coming from both of us.”
He raises one brow, a tiny smirk forming on his plush lips. “ What will be better coming from both of us?”
Rolling my eyes, I push him back so I can get up and leave the shower, snagging a towel on my way out to wrap around myself. He laughs, and I hear the shower turn off as I leave the room. Without warning he scoops me up and tosses me on the bed, falling to hover over me. “I didn’t get the chance to ask before you attacked me earlier…”
I scoff, shoving his shoulder and making him chuckle. “Will you be my girlfriend, Red?”
Biting my lip, I realize for the first time in years I don’t want to respond with a snarky or sarcastic quip, so I don’t. “I would love to be your girlfriend, Liam.”
He whoops with joy, leaning down to take my mouth with his as he grinds his renewed erection against my covered core.
And we are definitely late to the concert.