Chapter 19
Iwould be lying if I said I didn’t expect him to follow me.
From the hungry look he’d been shooting me for the past twenty minutes and the way he stood so close to me out there, making sure to touch some small part of me the whole time we were together, I assumed he would have been on board with a little privacy.
I took my time in the restroom, washing my hands twice before applying some lotion I found in a little basket of goodies on the sink. There was mouthwash in there too, and I giggled to myself as I took a swig. It wouldn’t hurt to have minty breath when Liam came looking.
I glanced down at my watch, wondering how long I had been in there. It seemed like a long time. Maybe I’d misjudged things. Maybe he wasn’t coming after all.
Not quite ready to give up, I dug a travel brush from my purse and pulled my hair out of the knot at the top of my head. Re-doing it wouldn’t do a whole lot to keep the inevitable frizz away, but it should give me at least a few moments of smoothness.
And it gave me an excuse to stay in the bathroom for just a bit longer.
When Liam still didn’t come by the time I’d finished pinning up my hair, I decided it was time to admit defeat. Maybe he got caught up talking to someone, or maybe he couldn’t leave Josie.
Or maybe, despite all his teasing about doing exactly that, he didn’t really want to risk his position by sneaking off for a quickie with the boss’s sister.
I slipped out of the bathroom, trying not to feel rejected, and walked straight into a wall of muscle.
“Shit,” I gasped, clutching at strong arms to keep my balance.
“Sorry,” Liam said, laughter in his voice. “I guess I was in a hurry.” Finally sure I wasn’t about to fall on my ass, I chanced a glance up at his face to see him smiling down at me. “I was hoping to catch this really hot girl before she came back outside.”
“Took you long enough,” I muttered.
Liam winced. “Sorry. Got stuck talking with your brother for a minute.”
My eyes went wide. “Did he know where you were going? What did he say?”
Liam’s hands slid up my arms to take my shoulders. “Breathe, Gracie. No need to panic.”
I tried to follow his advice by taking a deep breath, but I couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling. “Seriously, Liam. What did he say?”
“We mostly talked about the team,” he said, shrugging. “He was kind of cool, actually.”
Hmm. That didn’t really sound like Andy, at least not where Liam was concerned. And he had said mostly…
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Liam let out a sigh. “He may have warned me not to hurt you.”
I gasped. “Do you think he knows?”
Something seemed to tighten in Liam’s face but he smoothed it out right away. “I think it’s probably obvious to anyone who sees me that I’ve been crushing on you for half of my life. It makes sense that he would warn me.”
That made me pause. “You’ve been crushing on me for half your life?”
Liam grinned. “Come on, gorgeous. You know I’ve always been crazy about you.”
Something about that simple statement damn near took my breath away. Could that actually be the case? Had he really always harbored these feelings about me, the way I had with him? Or was this just more of that golden boy charm he’d always been famous for?
Before I could really wrap my mind around that, Liam was moving me forward, back towards the bathroom I’d just come out of.
“Hang on,” I said, a hand at his chest, even though pretty much the only thing I wanted to do in the world was go into that bathroom with him. “If he stopped you on the way in, my brother totally knows we’re both in here.”
“You can go back to the party first,” he said, burying his face in my neck, and God, his lips felt good there.
“It will still be obvious,” I said weakly, resistance crumbling.
“This house has about a dozen doors leading to the backyard. We’ll use different ones.”
“The east lawn,” I corrected, barely conscious of what I was saying because now he was running his tongue along the skin just below my earlobe.
“Whatever the fuck you want to call it,” Liam growled, and the deep raspy sound of his voice was enough to push me over the edge.
I grabbed him by the T-shirt and pulled him into the bathroom with me.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” I muttered, even as I worked to pull his shirt up and off, revealing the most ridiculous set of abs I’d ever seen in my life.
His body had looked amazing before, but the early evening light in my living room hadn’t been half as bright as this.
“I don’t care, Gracie,” he panted, pulling away just long enough to get his shirt over his head.
Then he grabbed the straps of my sundress and yanked them down my arms. “Been wanting to do that since the minute I saw you.” He pushed the fabric over my chest, lowering it until he reached the white lace of my bra.
He exhaled a heavy breath. “I was wondering what you had on under here. The straps are so tiny.”
“Strapless bra,” I managed to gasp out as his hands cupped my breasts.
“It’s sexy as hell,” he muttered. “I half want to leave it on you while we fuck.”
Oh my God, I loved it when he talked like that. I had never really been a fan of the dirty talk before, but Liam made it sound so good.
“It would probably be faster to leave it on,” I pointed out.
Liam growled and pushed the lace down until it hit my belly, exposing my breasts.
“Don’t care,” he muttered. “Miss your tits too much.”
“Liam,” I moaned, knowing I was being too loud and not quite managing to care. I needed him to hurry, and it had nothing to do with not wanting to get caught. I just didn’t think I could stand this delicious anticipation for another second.
When Liam dropped to his knees in front of me, I groaned in frustration. “I just want you in me,” I panted, pulling at his shoulders.
“Patience, sweetheart,” he said, and I could hear the smug smile in his words.
“I’m fresh out of patience,” I said, and he laughed against my thigh before looking up at me.
The expression on his face had my heart stopping.
There was so much tenderness there, mixed in with desire.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a week,” he admitted.
“And there is no way I’m going to last long.
” He lifted the fabric of my skirt, revealing my thighs.
“Need to make you come first.” He grinned up at me again, expression boyish now.
“Besides, I didn’t get to taste you last time. ”
I wanted to tell him that he hadn’t needed to. He’d made me come just fine with his fingers and his cock. But then his lips were pressing against the dampness of my panties and words failed me.
“So sweet,” he growled, then pulled my underwear aside. “Jesus, Grace.”
“Liam,” I begged. I didn’t have to specify what I wanted—Liam knew. He pressed his lips straight to my clit and we both moaned. I didn’t think anything had ever felt so good.
And after that, I didn’t think, period. Liam arranged one of my legs over his shoulder then proceeded to attack my center like a starving man, his lips and tongue everywhere, devouring me.
I was a writhing, panting mess, unintelligible sounds escaping me.
He had me right on the edge after about two minutes, my entire body tightening.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” he growled into my skin, fingers digging into my hips to keep me upright. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”
Then he wrapped his lips around my clit and gave a good hard suck. That’s all it took to have me falling completely apart, the sensation so strong I saw star bursts behind my tightly closed eyelids.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as Liam placed reverent kisses against my thigh, letting me come down.
“Want to do that again,” he grunted. “Want to make you come for hours.”
“We don’t have hours,” I reminded him, and he stood, lifting me in one smooth motion so I was perched on the edge of the vanity.
He pulled a condom from his wallet before unzipping his pants.
“Someday we will have hours,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We’ll have entire days with nothing to do but get lost in each other.” It was with that tantalizing promise in my head that he thrust into me, stealing my breath.
He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “I really wasn’t kidding when I said I wouldn’t last long.”
I grinned, nipping at his shoulder. “Fast can be fun.”
He pulled back enough to grin at me. “Hell, yeah it can.”
And then he proceeded to show me just how fun fast could really be.
His thrusts were steady, deep and hard. He kept one hand at my hip, keeping me in place to accept the assault of his snapping hips.
The other hand snaked into my hair, cradling the back of my head.
I wanted to close my eyes against the onslaught of pleasure but I found myself trapped in his gaze, his blue eyes so intense I couldn’t look away.
Then he tilted my hips to the perfect angle to take him, letting the base of his dick drag across my clit with each thrust. It felt incredible, and I vaguely wondered how on earth he seemed to already know my body so well, after only one night together.
“Liam,” I whimpered, totally overwhelmed, so close to the edge.
“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he grunted, thrusting harder. “Look at you taking me. Taking everything I have to give you.”
God, the way he talked to me. So raw and uninhibited. It made me feel desired, confident in a way I never had been before. And it turned me on like nothing else.
“I’m going to come,” I told him, tightening my legs around his snapping hips.
“Yes, you fucking are,” he groaned. “Fuck Grace, I can feel your pussy clenching me. Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my dick.”
And I did. I wasn’t sure if it was the filthy words he was muttering in my ear or the insane amount of pleasure he was drawing from my body, but either way, I felt myself shatter as soon as he demanded it.
I could feel myself clenching around him, feel the way his thrusts became erratic as he groaned, the way he gripped my hip so tight I was sure I’d have bruises.
Could hear the way he practically whimpered my name as he came deep inside me.
I could get addicted to this, I thought hazily as the aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life rocketed through me. I could get addicted to him.
Liam lay slumped against me for several long, sweaty moments while we both gasped and tried to catch our breath.
“Wish I could take you home tonight,” he murmured against my shoulder.
I kissed the top of his head, wishing more than anything that he could do just that.
“Are you coming to the game this week?”
It was the first regular season game, the home opener. “Of course I’m going.”
He turned his head enough so I could see his face and gave me that boyish grin that always flooded my belly with warmth. “Gonna score a goal for you.”
I laughed, running my fingertips up and down his back, loving the way his skin tightened and twitched under my touch. “If you score a goal for me, I would have to reward you somehow.”
His grin grew bigger. “I can think of a few ways.”
I sighed into his hair. “We’ve been gone an obscene amount of time.”
He groaned, pulling himself up and off of me. “You’re probably right.” He looked down at me and winced. “I kind of screwed up your hair. And your dress.”
I looked down at myself, blushing when I realized how I must look. My skirt pushed to my waist, bra pushed down to meet it. I could only imagine what my hair looked like.
Liam traced a fingertip over my cheek. “Love it when you blush.”
“Well, you’re in luck, because just about everything makes me blush.”
A possessive spark flickered in his eyes and he ran the fingertip from my cheek, down my neck, and around one already-tightened nipple. “No one makes you blush like I do.”
And God, wasn’t that the truth.
“We should get back,” I whispered, wanting nothing more than to stay right in this bathroom for the next few hours. Or, even better, take him up to my room and lock the door. But our friends were outside—probably very much aware of what we’d been up to—and so was my brother and Liam’s daughter.
Liam sighed again and reached for tissues to take care of the condom. He got himself dressed and straightened up quickly while I struggled to smooth out my now wrinkled dress. Peyton was going to have a field day when she saw me like this.
“I’ll go out first so you can fix…that,” he waved his hand around my hair and I snorted.
“Does it really look that different? It’s always pretty much a mess.”
“Not a mess,” he murmured, fingering a loose strand. “I love your hair.”
God, he had to stop touching me or we were never going to leave this bathroom.
“Go on,” I said as firmly as I could.
He flashed me one last grin. “See you at the game. I’ll be thinking about what I want as my reward.”
“You have to actually score first,” I reminded him.
He smirked. “Don’t you worry about that. It’s in the bag.”