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“No, I think you’ll find kittens are cute.”
“Badass rock stars aren’t sweet,” he continues.
“No, but you’re not a badass rock star, are you?”
“Jeez, you dent my ego more every minute.” His eyes sparkle with amusement and I’m disarmed. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me close, my hips against his and Liam’s mouth against my hair. “What do I need to do to show you Iama badass rock star?”
I pull my head back and look into his eyes, aware of the sensation of the point our bodies connect and nothing more. He moistens his lips. “I’m not sweet, Cerys. The thoughts I have about you arefarfrom sweet.”
I place my hands on his chest, against the leather and wish I could run them beneath and feel the muscles I know are hidden there. “I wouldn’t want you to have sweet thoughts about me.”
Liam’s hands roam around to my backside and he tugs me closer, against his lean body. “Believe me, they’re not.”
Our faces touch, his rough cheek against my forehead, and I know if I move my head a few centimetres, our mouths will meet and our worlds will shift.
“Is kissing you still wrong?” I ask.
Liam moves his face. The static charge from mouths so close and the snow drifting onto our bodies drag us into a surreal world. The shift happens. I slide my cheek along his, the scruff scratching my skin as my lips meet the edge of Liam’s.
The world is covered in white, reality hidden—a reality that I hate currently. I can escape for an evening, maybe a few days, and allow his storm to overwhelm me. If life is the same struggle when everything melts away again, a few moments lost in a fantasy after months of feeling worthless would be worth the consequences.
Liam digs his hand into my hair and crashes his mouth against mine. I gasp in surprise at the force as he delves his tongue into my mouth, sliding it against mine. When Liam kissed me in the bedroom the other day, there was a tension in him where he held back part of himself. Was this because Liam knew I held back too? This time the world falls away completely as we kiss frantically, noses bumping as he pulls me into the snowstorm that is Liam Oliver.
Liam moves to kiss my cheeks, his rough face scrapes against my skin as his hot lips burn into my cool neck. He slides a hand around my waist, beneath my coat and holds me against him; the unexpected feel of his hardened length against my hip shoots hot arousal through me.God,I want this man to touch me.
Convinced my legs will give way and cursing there’s no wall for Liam to press me against, I grip his sleeve. Liam nudges his nose back across my face, hot breath mingling with mine and misting in the air. “Definitely feels right,” he whispers.
Then Liam kisses me so gently that he takes my soul and pulls it apart. My head spins as the intensity of the slow kiss fills me with a craving for this man that will never be satiated. This is more than feeling right, this is our hearts open and raw finding their way together.
Which means when they’re torn apart again the pain will kill me.
The heat we create warms us but the cold of reality isn’t far. I pull my face away; I need to pull myself out of this.
“We should head back to your parents’ house,” I say, the dizzying high warming me against the cold.
Liam’s disappointment at losing my mouth on his is as clear in his darkened eyes as his desire. “I’m a super smooth guy taking a girl back to my parents.”
“Not your usual seduction technique, I guess.”
Liam slips his hand into mine. “I don’t need to tempt you into my bed. You already sleep there.”
The words touch on what definitely won’t happen when we return to the house, and I’m relieved we won’t face the opportunity to step too far over the line. If sexdoesunderlie Liam’s motives, he’ll face disappointment.
The walk home from the pub takes minutes. As we approach the house, Liam wraps an arm around my shoulder and hugs me close, fiercely kissing the top of my head, but saying nothing. The cold overwhelms my stiffening hands and feet, and I’m relieved by the warmth in the kitchen. Only Goldie greets us; the house dark and quiet. I busy myself making a hot drink, the alcohol and excitement coursing through me. Liam rests against the kitchen counter with his hands in his pockets, watching everything I do.
“Coffee?” I ask, holding up the jar of instant.
“Put that down and come here,” he says in a low voice.
Liam shuffles down and stretches his legs out so he’s closer to my height. I approach, heart rate skyrocketing as Liam pulls me toward him, the way he did in the snow. This time his jacket is unbuttoned, and I place my hands on his chest. Liam’s heart beats against my palm at a speed to match mine. Weirdly, I know what he looks like under his shirt because I once had pictures of a naked-chested Liam on my wall.
“I want to kiss you again,” he says, “but each time I do, it’s harder to let you go again.”
“I’ll make sure you let me go.” I grip his fingers in mine.
“I don’t mean tonight. I mean the more I’m with you, the harder I’ll find letting you go. I don’t want to leave and hurt you more.”
“Liam, I’m aware what this is.”
