Page 56 of New Girl in the City
Chapter Thirteen
“I’m sorry that happened.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”
I shook my head and gave Liam a rueful smile. “It doesn’t mean that I’m not.”
“Your ex-husband, huh?” He leaned back in his seat and considered me. We were sitting in the car now though we hadn’t left the parking lot yet. We’d exited the warehouse without a word to anyone and had just been sitting in silence for a minute or so now. I knew we needed to talk about it, but what did you say when your ex-husband made a scene on your first date with someone?
And were you supposed to address the fact that your date had won some major cash on said date?
I didn’t know in either case, so I had gone with a quick, “I’m sorry.”
“You really kicked that guy’s ass,” I followed with.
He huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I did. Glad you got to see it, Princess.”
“You also scared the hell out of my shitty ex-husband.”
“Good. He scared you.”
I looked at him then, turning in my seat. “He didn’t, I mean…” I stopped and shook my head. “I don’t know if he did. But I wish I’d never seen him again. I thought I wouldn’t have to. Not after we were divorced.”
“Assholes have a way of reappearing. Doesn’t matter how much time passes.”
“You’re right about that, and of all the places he had to do it.” I looked down and shook my head. “I wanted tonight to be different.”
“Tonight was perfect and you know how I know that?” he asked. I shook my head. He reached out, taking my hand in his. “Because you were here.”
My heart squeezed, and I knew then that it was entirely okay to fall for someone this quickly, it had to be, because I was doing it with Liam. I wouldn’t have it any other way. “You’re too much,” I whispered. Then I was moving forward and leaning, closing the space between us until I was right up against him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, putting all of what I was feeling into it. The kiss was slow and deep, our mouths moving together in a way that felt like we had been doing this forever, and not just the handful of times in the past week.
His hands were on my waist, and then trailing up my arms, before finally sliding through my hair. I felt his fingers gently scrape my scalp before he tightened his grip and I gasped into his mouth at the pressure of his nails. My skin tingled with adrenaline. I squirmed closer to him, chasing more of this feeling. This time the buzzing under my chest and in my blood wasn’t from a near confrontation with an asshole, it came from nothing but good.
God. I had missed good, and now that I had it in both hands, I was going to grab as much as I was able to.
“I need you,” I whispered against his mouth. I was reaching for him and moving before he could stop me, climbing over the console towards him. The move was not graceful, but I was desperate for him. My foot and ankle caught the stick shift, but I paid it no mind and kicked my heel off, continuing forward. Liam didn’t stop me either. When I was in his lap, I pulled back to look at him as his hands moved to my hips. I kissed him again, and again, and again…
Liam’s hands were big and warm through the thin material of my dress, and this time when I reached for his waistband, he didn’t stop me. My fingertips brushed across his skin almost lazily and I felt him tense up beneath my hand. Liam gasped when I dragged my fingernails across his skin and his hands at my waist squeezed me tight. I didn’t fight the smile that pulled at my lips when I felt his hands shake. For all his strength, Liam’s hands trembled as he pulled me closer to him, hips thrusting up in a shallow move that had me grinding down onto the stiff cock beneath me.
“Fuck yes,” I gasped, meeting his thrust again. My hips swiveled and moved while I reached down, shoving at the sweatpants he wore. “I need you,” I told him again. “Now.”
Liam broke our kiss, his breath coming in short gasps. I swore I hadn’t seen him this winded during his fight. I could feel his heart beating against me, his chest pressed so close and tight that when he breathed, I moved. Every heartbeat between us was shared. I knew Liam had wanted more for our first time; my couch hadn’t been enough for him. But with the space between us measuring in only a span of a heartbeat, I knew he was going to do what I needed him to do.
This was enough. This was more than good.
It was perfect.
He made me feel so beautiful. This man had just won a cage fight in front of a crowd of high rollers and big spenders, but here he was, body going weak under my hand. Abs contracted and jumped at each brush of my fingers, making me feel like a goddess. His sweatpants came loose and were lowered, his cock freed and in my hand. The heavy weight of it made me feel greedy and excited.
I squeezed the head of him in my hand and Liam moaned, his face pushing against my neck as I stroked him. I kissed the side of his head, then his ear and finally his cheek. His arms came up around my waist, holding me close.
“Princess,” he groaned as my hand sped up, the first drops of his precum spreading over his length and my palm. “Fuck.”
“I want you,” I told him, but he shook his head, lifting it to look at me.
“Not before you cum for me.”
“Liam, I—”
