Page 48 of Dream On, Liar

Her brows raised. “Your brother is in sports?”

“One of them is, yeah.” I replied easily.

“Are you in sports?”

Hesitation rippled through me as my own words from earlier echoed in my head.

Tonight I just wanted to be another guy.

Before I could overthink it, I found myself shaking my head.

The change in her was instant. Her shoulders relaxed, and a smile ghosted across her lips. And before I could take it back and offer her the truth instead, the hand resting against my chest slid slowly to the back of my neck, her fingers threading into my hair as she gently drew me down to her.

Our lips met, and every coherent thought abandoned me.

It wasn't just a kiss. It was the kind that stole the air from my lungs and made the noise of everything around us dissolve into the background until she was the only thing left in my world.

Needing her closer, I slid one hand to her waist, bending as I placed the other beneath her thighs and lifted her effortlessly against me. I turned, lowering us both onto the bar stool she’d been sitting in moments before, settling her onto my lap as if she’d always belonged there.

Her arms tightened around my shoulders the second I set her down, and that was all the permission I needed. The kiss deepened instantly—no hesitation now, no space left between thought and action. It was hotter, hungrier, like something in both of us had finally stopped behaving like we were in public.

Pulling her closer, I held her firmly against me as the world around us blurred into nothing but the press of her mouth and the way she fit so perfectly against me.

A sharp buzz vibrated against my thigh, startling her where she sat in my lap.

I let out a quiet groan against her lips before pulling away just enough to rest my forehead against hers.

“Terrible timing,” I muttered.

A reluctant smile tugged at her mouth as I kept one arm around her waist and rose from the stool with her still in my arms before setting her gently back onto her own seat.

“That was so hot,” Grinning at her honesty, I stole one last slow kiss before pulling away and fished my phone from my pocket.

Matt calling…

Frowning, I turned in my spot, my eyes instantly reaching the VIP spot they all still sat to in the corner. “This better be good.”

“It is. For me,” Matt said, laughter creeping into his voice. “You still at the bar?”

“Yeah.” I replied.

“Good. Bring another bottle of champagne back with you.”

I frowned. "Don’t you guys have servers assigned to the table?"

“We did,” he replied. “Let’s just say the girls assigned to our table are... otherwise occupied."

I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. “Give me five.”

“Make that two bottles—”

I hung up before he could add a third.

My gaze found Maeve’s again, and just like that, I'd forgotten why I'd answered it in the first place.

“Problem?” She asked, her eyes still lit up with the desire I was sure mine mirrored.

“Errand.” I replied, lowering as she gripped my jumper in her fist and pulled me closer to her once again.