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Instead, I turn towards him, hook my leg in his, and drape my arm over his bare chest.
* * *
We allowourselves thirty minutes of lying in each other’s arms, totally exhausted and spent, wrapped in satisfaction.
But we both know we can’t stay in this cocoon for any longer. Liam has to get to his own room so his roommate doesn’t get any more suspicious than he alright might be, and we have to make sure we don’t fall asleep and end up needing to have Liam sneak back when everyone else is already awake and roaming the halls.
With a sigh, Liam sits up on the bed. My stomach flutters as I let myself lay back and admire his huge, broad, muscular back, the V-shaped taper into his slim waist accentuated by the way he sits on the bed.
“Okay, so … apparently there was some steam left that didn’t get blown off on Friday,” he says, his voice more grave now that we’ve come down from the frenzied high that drove us to this bed.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Clearly. Think it’s all burnt offthistime?”
He swivels his head to meet me with his gaze, and the fire that still burns in his eyes answers that question.
Liam stands up and my mind short circuits for a minute as I drink in the sight of his taut, firm ass that looks like it was carved from stone. When he turns to the side to pick up his boxers and slides a leg in, I recover enough of my senses to swing out of bed and start picking up my own scattered clothes to get dressed.
As mind blowing as getting my brains fucked out by Liam Newcastle just was, this moment, us silently getting dressed while alone together, exchanging glances and blushes at each other while he steps into a leg of his jeans or while I raise my arms to slide my t-shirt over my head, adds a new dimension to what’s going on between us.
“Liam,” I begin once we’re both dressed, feeling tense and nervous. “I don’t want to stop.”
I feel vulnerable laying my feelings on the table.
I know how much is on the line for Liam—potentially his future as a professional hockey player, if he screws up his last two years in the college game. It’s selfish of me to want him to keep risking it, and it’s stupid of me to keep risking it myself.
But I’ve realized that what I have with Liam isn’t something that can beburned off. My desire for him isn’t a finite resource that I can use up until it’s gone like the wax of a burning candle. It’s something that only grows.
“Babe, even if I wanted to, which I don’t, Icouldn’tstop.” His words make my breath catch in my throat.
A storminess passes through his eyes that tells me he’s thinking through the risks just like I am.
Then, he blinks his eyes tightly once and his fresh green irises are clear again, like he’s just resolved something in his mind.
“This is good, though,” he says. “Now that we’re on the same page, we can control ourselves. We can keep our impulses from getting the best of us at the wrong moments. We won’tneedto stop.”
What Liam’s proposing is something that could land both of us square in the penalty box. Butisthere an alternative?
“But is sneaking around behind everyone’s back okay with you? Hiding it from my dad, your teammates, everyone?”
“The only other option is giving you up. And that’s sure as fuck not okay with me.”
A chill rumbles down my spine at the intensity of his declaration.
He steps forward and takes my head in his hands, framing my face with his big, rough palms. Then, he dips down and captures my mouth in a kiss; not a rough, savage kiss like the others we’ve exchanged, but a slow, languid kiss, his lips soft and caressing.
What runs through my mind is a thought that should scare me: I’d be willing to put anything on the line if it meant feeling more kisses like this one.
“See you on the bus tomorrow,” he whispers, heat prickling all over me when I feel the humid breath of his whisper on my ear.
When he’s gone, I collapse onto the bed. Turning to the side, I breathe in Liam’s scent that still lingers on the sheets.
I’m screwed.
I’m head over heels for Liam Newcastle, a guy totally off-limits to me.
The worst part?
I don’t even mind.
