My fingers slide under his t-shirt, my palms pressed up against his warm skin as he sleeps.
Liam curls against me, rolling and pinning me on my back.
Fuck, yes.
A girl can fantasize and dream.
I let his warmth, his body, lull me to the perfect dreamland. I don’t know how long I’m asleep, but I feel quite refreshed and definitely sober when my eyelids flutter open.
There’s a hint of sunlight peeking through the curtains as the sun begins to rise.
Liam still has me pinned on my back, his body half covering mine, his hand on my hip and his breath nestled in my neck.
Fuck, I’m turned on right now.
He’s asleep, but his cock seems to have other ideas as it begins stirring.
Is it our proximity, or is he dreaming something hot and sexy in his sleep?
He grumbles, a typical Liam sound. Asleep or not, he makes the same dissatisfied noises around me all the time.
I chalk it up to annoyance.
He grinds his hips against me, and holy hell, I’m sure as fuck he’s having a sex dream because his cock is pressed against me, and it’s hard.
I’m not wearing panties and I try to roll away, but I smack into the wall and groan.
Liam’s eyes flash open and it seems to take him a second to register where he is.
“Bristol?” He glances at me, confused, and then pulls back, taking much of the covers with him.
I shiver and yank the blankets back over my body. “Quit being a blanket hog.”
He rolls over, his back to me, probably trying to hide his morning wood he’s sporting.
Too late, Moretti, I already felt it between my legs, and damn, was it big.
Too bad he hadn’t nudged it a little higher and closer up my thigh.
He coughs and rubs at his hair, sitting up, his back to me. He glances at his watch, like he has somewhere to be at this hour. It’s Saturday.
“That was quite a dream you were having,” I whisper.
Liam clears his throat. “Was it? I don’t remember any of it.” He pushes more blankets back around me as a truce and adjusts himself.
“Do you remember waking up, pinning me to the bed with your body?” I whisper, daring him to turn and look at me.
His shoulders tense. “I didn’t realize what was happening. I’m sorry.” Liam hangs his head and grabs his shoes, quickly putting them back on.
I sit up beside him. My hand goes to his shoulder, trying to get him to look at me. The smile on my face won’t disappear, no matter how much I want it to right now. “Liam, look at me.”
Sighing, he glances back at me over his shoulder, and I lean up on my knees, capturing his mouth with mine. Within seconds, I’m climbing onto his lap, straddling him.
Surprise is evident when he fumbles backward, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed, and I pull back, laughing. “Too much?”
I can feel his hard-on poking me, and it takes everything in my power not to glide my hand down the waistband of his pants.
Liam stares up at me, breathless.
