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“Yes?”
“You can let go now.” There was soft laughter in her words.
I mumbled against her skin, mouthing gently against the delicate skin under her ear. “What if I don't want to?” My hands tugged her back against my chest, a thrill racing up my spine as she gasped.
“This is a dangerous game, Liam. You know we can't.” Her voice broke as I let my lips brush the edge of her ear.
“What’s dangerous about it? You are my girlfriend.”
“You know that’s not true,” she said, moving across my lap in a way that made my blood pound. I wished I could hold her tighter, to grind up against her and make her want it as bad as I did. But I needed to be slow, to wait for her to understand what could be between us.
I responded with, “Says who?” Pressing my lips to the smooth column of her neck. I could feel her hand dig into the fabric of my jeans. She had to feel it, the tension between us, the unlimited amount of chemistry that seemed to follow us at every turn.
“Liam? Oh my gosh, hi!” My eyes jolted up and straight into a very familiar, very unwelcome face.
“Sam? What the fuck are you doing here?” I knew my voice was loud, but at the time, I couldn’t think straight enough to keep it quiet.
Samantha Macklen, my baby sister, was standing less than ten feet away from me, in a public park, as I wrapped myself around my Ashlyn. Sam’s face was like the cat that ate the canary as she hurried closer. Beside her was another young woman, petite and dark-haired, who avoided looking at the two of us.
I didn’t need to see Ashlyn’s face to know that it would be bright red at this point.
“We were just in the area to try a new brunch spot. I saw your truck and was going to say hi. Maybe ask if you wanted to join us. But clearly, you are otherwise occupied.”
I shifted Ashlyn forward, trying to prompt her off my knees. For some reason, she braced her knees back and shook her head ever so slightly. “Cut it out, Sam. We were just…”
“Cuddling, from what I can see. I didn’t know you were even capable of it.” Sam cocked her head as she stared at Ashlyn. “I know you. You were at Liam’s a few weeks back, weren’t you? The girl from the club.”
“We didn’t meet at the club,” Ashlyn immediately countered defensively.
I stood, letting Ashlyn slide to the ground as I did. For some reason, her nails dug in tight to my side, deep enough to leave marks. I glanced at her to see her eyes wide and frantic as I tried to step away.
“Sam, this is Ashlyn Grove.” I introduced Ashlyn, who carefully reached out toward Samantha, not moving her feet an inch. What the hell was going on? When Sam eagerly shook her hand, drawing Ashlyn forward a little more, I realized exactly why she’d been trying to keep me close.
Her leggings, more specifically the ass of her leggings, were caught up on my zipper. Every move we made yanked at the thin fabric. We were effectively stuck together. To save face, and ripping, I moved forward with Ashlyn, circling her hip in a way that hopefully looked protective and sweet, not psychotic.
Sam gave me an odd look but shrugged as she settled her deep-blue eyes back onto Ashlyn.
“You guys are adorable. I’m just glad he found somebody to deal with his quirks.”
“Quirks?” Ashlyn repeated, her voice rattling. As Sam began to discuss my oddities, Ashlyn reached back with neat, sharp-edged nails, and began to pull at the fabric.
“Ah, that’s enough. Thanks, but let’s not tell her anything else today, okay sis? We were just out to grab a bite and need to be heading back.”
“But we just met her. You could come with and just grab a drink or something,” Sam pouted. As the youngest, she might have gotten away with it, but there was no way we could linger here, with Ashlyn legitimately attached to me.
“Another time,” Ashlyn said. I knew she was smiling politely, even if I was too afraid to move to see it.
Sam swiveled on the spot. “Excellent idea. How about next weekend? At Dad’s big fundraiser?” She looked at Ashlyn again. “It’s hideously boring, but we get to wear great dresses and the champagne is to die for.”
“Sure, Sam, whatever you want.”
Sam’s face lit up. “Perfect, we can chat then. See you next weekend, Liam.”
“Great,” I growled, desperate for them to go. Finally throwing up one last wave, Sam and her friend disappeared around a turn in the park and left Ashlyn and me standing there together.
“What now?” I asked.
Ashlyn looks over her shoulder at me. Blue eyes wide and serious. “Well first, I need you to rip my pants.”
