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“Shouldn’t we go on a date first?” I laugh, only half serious. Even though we have never been on a real date, Birdie and my relationship went beyond dating. In a way, we’d been on a lot of dates, just not a romantic date. Unless the spa counts, which I’m positive it doesn’t.
Birdie squeezes my cock and I suck in a breath. Shit. This woman means business.
“Screw the date, Liam. I only want you.”
Damn. I must have created Birdie in a dream because she’s one hundred percent a dream woman. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s crass, bold, and takes what she wants. Exactly what I want in my life. Exactly what I need.
I’ve spent the last two years since my accident hiding away, trying to get better and rehabbing my shoulder and fucked-up mind. Once I’d been someone who took what I wanted, but in the last few years, I’d become scared. Hell, the only reason I took this gig with Birdie is because Ben and Wren practically forced me to. Then last night Birdie had wanted to have sex, but I’d denied her.
But with her looking at me the way she is now and her hand on my dick—I think it’s about time I let myself give in and take what I want. And I want her.
I want to feel her come around my cock and milk me for everything I have. I want to feel her lips around me and watch as she swallows every drop. God, there are so many dirty things that I could dream up for Birdie and me to try, and I can’t wait to do every single one of them. And by the way Birdie is rubbing her thighs together, I have a feeling she’s thinking the same thing.
As we pull up to the hotel, it takes everything in me not to grab her and drag her into the nearest dark corner. And if Birdie was normal, and she didn’t have a creep after her, I would do just that. But it’s not safe.
I take her hand and remove it from my hard-on, then press a kiss to her palm, sucking lightly. A little promise of what’s to come. “I’m going to check the perimeter; security will be standing right outside while I do. You’ll be safe here.” She nods as she licks her lips. This woman…everythingshe does is sexy.
I pull away, but right before I open the door, Birdie pinches my ass. I turn my head back toward her, “Really?”
“Just a little payback for your show back there.”
I chuckle. “Oh Birdie, you’re going to pay for that later.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she grins.
twenty-five
Birdie
Ihavenoideawhat the hell happened, but I went from being one hundred percent livid to one thousand percent turned on in under five minutes.
When Liam grabbed Gabe by the neck after he tried to kiss me, I was both embarrassed and yet secretly turned on. I internally roll my eyes at myself. I need to get it together and keep my emotions in check.
Now the word,together, repeats in my mind as I run my hand down Liam’s chest. Surprisingly we made it to my hotel room with nobody bothering us. Which I’mveryglad about. I’m so turned on right now that I may combust if I don’t have him inside of me soon. But as he groans from my touch, I can see in his chocolate eyes that there’s no turning back now. Liam is going to have sex with me tonight.
He puts a hand on my lower back, pulling me closer. It’s heavy and warm. I feel his strong fingers dig into the skin there slightly more than usual. His gaze moves up and down my body, and my eyes zero in on the crotch of his pants. I can see the outline of his erection and heat pools low in my belly.
“Have I told you how much I like this outfit?” he breathes against my cheek, fingers delicately touching the waistband of my worn fake snakeskin skirt and pink T-shirt that I’ve knotted at the side like a crop top.
“No, you haven’t.”
He kisses my nose, then the corner of my mouth. “It’s fucking hot.”
“I’m glad you approve of my wardrobe choices.”
Warm breath hits my neck as he goes to suck just below my ear. “I always do. Though I’d love to see your birthday suit again, that’s what I’m really interested in. Especially this part.” He reaches one hand down to trace the juncture between my legs then presses the heel of his hand into the sensitive skin there. My head drops to his shoulder, and I bite my lip.
“Liam,” his name falls gently from my lips.
“Yes, Birdie girl?” He kisses my lips now, just small little kisses, his hands cupping the back of my head. When he begins to massage the base of my scalp, a soft moan leaves my lips.
“You’re good with your hands.” I press my head back into the pressure and put my own hands on his waist so I can bring our bodies closer together.
“I’m good with a lot of things,” he says, his voice low.
I turn my eyes to his, searching them for answers neither of us have right now. “I’m sure you are.”
Liam removes one hand from my scalp and drags it down my breasts, then to the soft flesh of my stomach. I shiver in anticipation, but just as he reaches the band of my skirt, I grab his hand.
