They disappear down the hall, but it isn’t long before Liam and Brody are back in my view. Liam heads to his door, and Brody heads to the one beside him. Now that they’ve dropped Nate off, they both seem a lot more sober than they did five minutes ago. Or they know that it’s bedtime and without the third stooge they need to settle down.
Brody is first with his door open. He gives a small wave, andthen he’s through his door just as Liam’s is opening. But Liam doesn’t go through it. His hand is splayed across it, keeping it open, his head shaking as his free hand clenches into a fist, then flexes. My eyebrows furrow as he stands there, swaying back and forth a little until he glances in the direction of Brody’s door.
Two minutes pass, his shirt rippling with each heaving breath he takes that has his muscles flexing before he suddenly spins around, eyeing my door. His own closes on his back. My breath catches in my throat as his tongue sweeps across his lips. Good lord, even through the peephole he looks good. Dark blue jeans that hang perfectly off narrow hips, and an olive green dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Motionless, I watch him pull his phone out of his pocket. A slow smile spreads across his lips before his attention moves back to my door.
He can’t see me but it’s like he knows I’m standing here watching him.
There’s no way to describe his walk besides a prowl as he crosses the hallway to my door. One quick rap is all I get, and the sound has my heart leaping out of my chest. Anticipation surges through me, heat curling through my stomach, winding lower between my legs where a pool of wetness is gathering.
I don’t bother waiting. I don’t give a shit if he knows I was standing right here. Pulling the door open, my chest heaving with each breath I take, his eyes rake over me.
“I’ve been thinking about this fucking outfit ever since I saw you earlier,” he growls at me, crowding me in the doorway until I back up enough to let him in. “It’s fucking tantalized me all night.”
“You saw me for ten seconds.”
The door shuts behind him as he backs me further into the room. “Ten seconds longer than I should have if I didn’t wantto think of you all night.” He reaches out and runs a fingertip along the top of the blue sparkling bandeau I’m wearing. “Tits on display, and a stomach dying to be kissed and sucked. Then this little fucking mini skirt. Vision of fucking perfection.”
“The stripper thought so too,” I tell him.
His eyes snap up to mine, a snarl rumbling deep in his chest. “He touch you?”
The possession flickering in Liam’s eyes has my panties soaked through and through. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen something as hot as the way he’s glaring at me right now.
I shake my head. “The stripper didn’t. But the server might have grabbed my hair for a shot.”
Liam’s nostrils flare, his eyes narrowing at me. It’s obvious he doesn’t like my response, but then a devilish smile creeps across his lips. It’s nearly evil, and has my stomach clenching. If I thought he was rough last night, I think it was only a preview of what tonight will be like. It sounds decadent.
“Good. Let him fucking look. You should be looked at. You’re fucking gorgeous. But it’s the last time someone touches you this week.”
I raise a brow at him. “Why is that?”
“Because I decided something tonight,” he says, taking a step closer to me.
“What’s that?”
The heat in his eyes intensifies and I’m at his mercy. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to.
“I decided you should be mine until Sunday. Fuck everyone and everything else. This week you belong to me.”
“Funny,” I tell him, a slow smile starting to cross my lips. “I was thinking the same thing.”
The words aren’t even out of my mouth when I’m in his arms,his lips crashing down on mine. Seconds later we’re on the bed, his weight crushing me delectably. I hope this week lasts a lifetime because I don’t know how I’m ever going to go back to reality and not take him with me.
We’re both half asleep a couple of hours later. It won’t be long before the day is dawning, and the sun will be making a new appearance.
It took a whole round of aggressive sex, and three orgasms on my behalf, for us to realize my shower was still running and the room had gotten humid beyond comfort. A shower and two more rounds of Liam, and I feel sated beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. My body feels like Jello, though I know if I were to move, every inch would also be sore as hell. Nothing has ever felt better.
Liam nuzzles into my neck, his nose near my ear as his arms tighten around me. We’re spooning, and I’ve never felt more relaxed, or as safe as I do right now. He calls me fucking perfection, but the two of us together right now is perfection personified.
Not that I’d say that out loud to him. It would probably have him jumping from my bed so quickly I wouldn’t know what happened.
“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow,” he mumbles sleepily in my ear.
My head tilts slightly in his direction, my eyes peeking open. All we have on our itinerary is another pool day, and no one would bat an eyelash if a couple of us didn’t make it. No one but Savanna anyway.
“Okay,” I whisper.
