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Liam
She was driving me crazy.
It had started almost from the first, but the past few days – hell, the past fewhours, it was like she’d ramped up her game or something.
She was in her room, sleeping. I could hear the soft, steady sounds of her breathing and was tempted to get up, go stand in the door and watch her as she slept. But that was a little too stalkerish, even despite the fact that I was developing an obsession with her.
Are you sure you wouldn’t want to kiss me, Liam?
Her sassy question, most likely inspired by a little too much wine, was still echoing in my head.
Did I want to kiss her?
Hell, yes.
I wanted to grab her and pull her up against me, cover that smart-ass mouth with mine and see what she tasted like.
Maybe if I didn’t know how things would end, I might have given into the idea too. But the last – and only – time I’d been with a woman, well, it had sucked. I shoved the memories and the frustration aside, as I set about making up the couch, so I could sleep.
Mila’s grandmother Millie had offered me a bungalow of my own, and if I wouldn’t have felt like I was slacking on the job, I would have taken her up on it just to get some much-needed distance in between me and the woman who was starting to haunt my every waking thought.
Kiss me, Liam…
The echo of her words danced through my mind once more, and I swore under my breath, straightening up and shoving the heels of my hands against my eyes.
I’d been tempted.
So, so tempted.
If she hadn’t been drunk, I might have even given in, although I had no doubt I’d regret it later on.
So would she. I had no doubt of that, so it was a good thing that she was more than a little wasted.
Still, what would it have been like?
I imagined feeling that wide, mobile mouth against my own and bit back a groan as my cock responded with enthusiasm.Down, boy, I told the bulge in my pants.
Not that my dick was going to listen.
Mila was almost like a drug, getting into my system without me really realizing what she was doing until it was already too late.
Lately, just the scent of her was enough to stir a reaction.
The libido I thought I’d managed to throttle into complete submission was raging out of control and just thinking about an imaginary kiss had things inside me raging to life.
I wanted to touch her, to do what she’d teased me about…kiss her.
Feel her sleek, supple curves against me as I pulled her close.
I wanted to feel her hands on me – not just the way they’d pressed into my chest earlier, but all over me.
Dropping onto the makeshift bed, I stripped off my shirt and let it fall to the floor next to my feet.
Kiss me, Liam…
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, forcing my rigid limbs to move, laying down on the couch that hadn’t been designed to accommodate a six-foot-tall guy.
