Page 50 of Fighting for the Forbidden
“I guess,” I say sadly. As much as starting over with the business and Lauren in London excites me, I’m also sad to say goodbye to this place. It might never have been where I was meant to be, and I never fitted in, not really, but I’ve got some amazing memories of my time here—not to mention some incredible friends.
“Distance doesn’t mean shit when…fuck.” Liam’s distracted when footsteps hit the bottom step and he looks over to Liv. She looks good in a little playsuit thing, her legs going on for miles. I understand why he lost his train of thought.
He gets up and goes straight over to her, ruining her perfectly applied lipstick.
“Where’s Lauren?”
“Coming,” Liv mumbles against Liam’s lips.
Exactly as she said, footsteps descend the stairs and I wait. A pair of sandals appears before a tanned pair of legs has my mouth watering. Slowly, the rest of her is revealed. She’s wearing a sexy little floral dress that hugs her body in the most delicious way. I swallow and shift on my seat as I will my cock not to go full mast just from looking at her. Once she’s down, I take in her loosely curled hair and simple make-up. She looks fucking stunning, and I realise that tonight’s going to be torture. Her eyes find mine, and something crackles between us. I may be the other side of the room, but I can sense the hitch in her breathing as our connection holds.
“Okaaaay,” Liv says, trying to break the tension. “Ready to go?”
Liam gestures for Lauren to head out and I expect him to grab onto Liv, but she manages to give him the slip so she can grab me. “You’re welcome,” she says with a wink, nodding towards Lauren.
“This is painful.”
“Yeah, I noticed that cast was on your writing hand. I bet you’re having a hell of a time right now.” She tries to contain her amusement but fails miserably. “Sorry, I’m sorry. You’re totally winning her over, just so you know. She might put you out of your misery soon.” As she says that, Lauren looks over. Our eyes lock again and a bolt of lust hits me so strong it makes my knees buckle.
Jesus Christ, I need her.
