Page 39 of New Girl in the City
Holy shit, did we kiss.
Our kiss was needy and quick. Lips moving against each other with urgency that demanded we open ourselves to the other. Our tongues met, exploring the other with a hunger that only worked to set the whole of me on fire. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth when I felt him deepen the kiss. I outright gasped when he nipped at the corner of my lip and he chuckled, swallowing the sound and kept kissing me right through the whole damn thing. When we pulled apart it was breathless and gasping and staring at each other like we were seeing the other for the first time.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Fuck yeah,” he agreed.
I licked my lips and reached for him again, but he raised a hand, stopping me.
“You need water.”
“What? No. Water is boring.”
“I don’t kiss drunk girls.”
“I’m not a drunk girl, okay? I’m fine. Besides, I'm a woman.A tipsy woman.Last I checked there wasn’t anything on the books against giving a tipsy woman what the hell she wanted.”
“Mouthy as ever,” Liam muttered and yanked me up beside him. “Tipsy or not, you need water. We got food in you, but you need water or you’re going to be in bad shape later.”
“Guh. Fine.” I followed behind him and into my small kitchen where I leaned against the counter and watched him pull a glass from the cupboard and fill it. When he handed it to me, I made a show of taking it and drinking the whole thing down before I set it on the counter with a satisfied smile.
“Happy?” I asked, throwing my hands out.
“Happier.” Liam came forward then and put his hands on my hips, and before I knew what was happening, he lifted me and placed me on the counter. “Much happier,” he said and leaned in to kiss me once more. If all I had to do was drink water to keep getting kissed like this then I was in. I wrapped my arms around him and parted my legs, letting him come closer as we kissed. Our bodies were pressed flushed, with him between my legs and pushing against my thighs in a way that made my back arch and fingers dig into his shoulders.
This wasn’t just a kiss. This was going to be way fucking more.
“You’re sexy,” he said when we parted. His hands came up to cup my face and I smiled, leaning into his touch. “So fucking sexy.”
“Says the guy with thighs for days. You’re hot as hell.”
“Even in this?” he asked, gesturing at his suit. “Feel like I’m being strangled in this damn thing.”
“Especially in that,” I told him. “I’m a big fan of it. 10/10 would yank off your body to—” I stopped myself and clapped a hand over my mouth, halting the words I’d almost said. “Okay so maybe I’m a little more than tipsy.”
“Yeah, I could have told you that.” Liam slapped a hand against his forehead. “Oh, wait, I did.” There was a playful tone to his voice I hadn’t heard before. I drank it up as surely as I had the wine I’d had that night. This man was delicious and surprising, and I wanted more.
“So smug.”
“Come on,” he said, pulling me off the counter and leading me forward when I made to pull back. “Let’s just...get you to the couch. We can talk there some.”
“Does talk mean kiss? Make out by chance?” I asked hopefully.
“Maybe,” he said, but when I got excited, he held up a finger, “But I’m getting you another glass of water to drink.”
I pouted but let him do what he wanted and found myself deposited on the couch before he vanished into my kitchen. Leaning back against the couch I let my head drop back and closed my eyes. The pizza in my belly and the wine I’d since drunk were sitting just right and I grinned.
I felt good. Like, really good.
Plus what was not to like about a hot man being in your kitchen? That was pretty perfect. I liked that the hot man was Liam. There could definitely be worse men to have in my kitchen. I shuddered thinking that Wren might have somehow made it back here.
God that would have sucked.
“Drink this.” A cool glass was pressed against my arm and I opened my eyes to see Liam standing beside me with a glass in one of his tattooed hands. I swallowed hard and tried not to be taken with the way his eyes looked. I pushed myself up from my seat to take the glass of water from him.
“Your eyes look like the ocean but not that shitty stuff, I’m talking the Bahamas,” I told him conversationally. So much for not being taken by a pair of eyes. Liam’s eyes widened slightly before they crinkled, and I knew he was happy with what I’d said.
“Drink your water.” He tapped a finger against the glass I was holding and took a seat beside me.
