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A flash of concern moves over his features. “Everything good?”
I swallow thickly, “Everything’s great. It’s just… I played a show tonight. If I don’t at least freshen up, you’re going to regret it.”
Liam licks his lips. “And if I like it dirty?”
I laugh. “Wow. Didn’t know you preferred sweaty rocker chicks.”
He presses his groin into mine, letting me feel the length of his cock against me. “Just ones named Birdie Wilder.”
“Well, I’m going to at least freshen up. Or…”
“Or what?” he cocks an eyebrow.
“I never said I had to shower alone.”
He taps my nose. “I could use a shower.”
I lean down and sniff his armpit. It doesn’t smell bad, but I pretend it does. “I’ll say.”
A barking laugh leaves his mouth. “Did you really just smell my armpit?”
“You saw me do it.”
He closes the distance between our mouths and kisses me silly. The kind of kiss that romance novelists write about. The kind of kiss that little girls dream of while they watch Disney movies. I want to be kissed like this every day for the rest of my life. My stomach twists a little at the thought.
I haven’t thought too much about our future—at least not since my teenage fantasies. We just started seeing each other in this way last night, and I’ve never been one to want commitment. I was like Mom in that way, free love and all. But could I put that aside for Liam? I don’t know. Would I even be any good at being a girlfriend? I’d never really had to be one before. At least not for more than a few months.
Liam pulls back, resting his forehead against mine. “What are you thinking about?”
“It’s nothing,” I assure him.
“Birdie—”
“Really Liam, I'm fine. Just kiss me like that again and we’ll go back to real life tomorrow. Okay?” My voice is solid, thankfully no pleading or emotion colors it. I know what I want, and tonight, since Liam is offering, I’m going to take it.
“If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.”
He brushes his knuckles along my chin then down the crown of my head before he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. There is a reverence in the way he stares at me, as if he’s memorizing every inch and line of my face. My gut clenches and my body temperature skyrockets.
Liam’s lips tip up, and he half-grins; brown eyes burning with desire. “Let’s hit the showers, Birdie girl.”
Color blooms on my neck as he takes my hand and leads me to the large bathroom. The shower itself is a masterpiece in its own right. Liam opens the glass door and turns on the massive rainforest shower head and sets the pressure to his liking. His other hand is still holding on to mine, as if he doesn’t want to break the connection. After a few moments, once he’s deemed it a perfect temperature, he closes the door and turns his attention back on to me.
I swallow when his eyes meet mine. They’re set in a determined stare and sparkle with something wild. He lets his gaze roam down my body before he sets his sights on my heaving chest. Licking his lips, he takes a step forward, brushing his palms down my sides before landing on the hem of my shirt. “May I?” he asks.
An emotion I’m not used to springs up inside me. His care for me, his desire to make sure I feel safe… Sometimes I really feel how much not having a completely present mom and absent dad screwed me up. I’m not like Wren or Ben, and neither is Liam. Our parents didn’t tuck us in every night or take us to our doctor appointments or come to our concerts and sports games. We both missed out on so many tender moments.
“Birdie,” his voice cuts through again. “Are you—”
I take control and kiss Liam with everything I have. In that kiss I pour the emotion of the last three weeks, the pain and fear, but also the excitement and happiness. I love what I do and now that we’ve cleared the air, it’s like my sweet summer boy is back. Like we’re sixteen again and we can make up for lost time.
Once I finish the kiss, his fingers find my shirt again, but he stops before he pulls it off. I smile against his lips. “You can do whatever you want to me, Liam. I want this.”
He’s breathing harshly, and his lips are swollen from my kiss. In his eyes I can see he felt what I felt in that kiss. With one more short peck, he tugs my shirt and starts to pull it upwards. I lift my arms and he quickly yanks it off. Before I can blink, he’s already unzipping my skirt and sliding it down my hips. I step out of that too, and when he rises, I’m left standing in my bra and underwear.
Today I’d chosen a cute little pink set I had buried in the bottom of my travel bag for moments like this. By the look on Liam’s face, he’s sure as hell excited that I chose this lacy number.
