listening to a word they’re
saying. He scans the crowd and sips a beer. As soon as he spies me, his posture changes, and the sudden intensity in his expression makes every hair on my body stand on end.
Without excusing himself or taking his eyes off me, he passes his beer to one of the girls and crosses the room. All of the women he’s abandoning deflate with disappointment.
As he approaches, his expression is so primal I have an urge to flee, but I’m so frustrated and horny, I force myself to stand my ground and see what happens.
When he reaches me, he doesn’t say anything. He just takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor.
Several people stop and stare as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. After so many weeks of denial, the feel of him pressed up against me makes my head spin. I grasp his shoulders,
and he tightens his arms.
“Liam—”
“Don’t say it.” He gives me a look that shoots sparks straight down to my toes. “Don’t you fucking dare. The show’s over, so I’m done staying away from
you.”
He moves his hands over my back, which makes my heart pound and my brain go fuzzy. The alcohol is making me feel like I’ve done ten shots instead of two, and I’m in no condition to
be this close to him, let alone try to deny my feelings.
When he pushes under my T-shirt and grazes the base of my spine, I close my eyes as a shiver runs through me. It feels like my skin is extra-sensitive.
“What the hell was in those shots Andy gave us?” I ask. “They’ve made us all very—”
“Horny?” The roughness in his voice is crazy sexy.
“I was going to say ‘friendly.’ ”
Fingers trace over my back. Soft and electric. “Right. That’s what I’m feeling for you. Intense, throbbing friendship.”
“You’re making me dizzy.”
“There’s a treatment for that. Come home with me and I’ll show you what it is.” His voice is just as distracting as his touch. When he pulls me more firmly against him, I
can feel the hardness in his crotch. It awakens a deep ache inside me. “I want to be alone with you, Liss. Naked. Right the fuck now, please.”
“I can’t leave yet. I just got here.”
Without meaning to, I run my hands down his arms, and revel in the flex of firm muscles as he continues to stroke my back. He makes a contented noise in his chest and closes his eyes.
“Put your arms around me,” he orders quietly. In a daze, I trail my hands up over his broad shoulders and clasp my hands behind his neck. “Good. Now, loosen up and dance with
me.”
Loosening up when he’s pressing against me like this isn’t even a little bit possible. I glance down between us. “Judging from your current condition, you’re after more
than just a dance.”
He keeps stroking my back. “Then we’ll start with dancing and see what happens.”
“Liam, where, exactly, do you see things going between you and me?”
He moves his hands from my back to my hips, and when his fingers tighten, goose bumps run up my spine. “Well, for starters, back to my place. More specifically, my bed. After that, I have
no clue. Maybe the shower? The roof garden? That would be pretty spectacular.”
It really would. I close my eyes to banish the mental image of us naked, wrapped around each other beneath the stars. “Spectacular or not, you’re leaving on Monday.”
His confidence falters and his hands freeze. “Elissa—”
“You weren’t even going to tell me? I had to hear people gossiping about it backstage?”
He looks down and sighs. “Telling everyone else was easy. Telling you?” He looks into my eyes. “I couldn’t. Just thinking about leaving you . . .” He tightens his
arms. “I don’t want to.”
“Liam . . .” I stroke his face and make him look at me. “Yes, I’m pissed I heard about it from someone else, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime deal. You have to go. If you
want proof of fate, then here it is. What are the odds of a talent scout coming to
saying. He scans the crowd and sips a beer. As soon as he spies me, his posture changes, and the sudden intensity in his expression makes every hair on my body stand on end.
Without excusing himself or taking his eyes off me, he passes his beer to one of the girls and crosses the room. All of the women he’s abandoning deflate with disappointment.
As he approaches, his expression is so primal I have an urge to flee, but I’m so frustrated and horny, I force myself to stand my ground and see what happens.
When he reaches me, he doesn’t say anything. He just takes my hand and leads me to the dance floor.
Several people stop and stare as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. After so many weeks of denial, the feel of him pressed up against me makes my head spin. I grasp his shoulders,
and he tightens his arms.
“Liam—”
“Don’t say it.” He gives me a look that shoots sparks straight down to my toes. “Don’t you fucking dare. The show’s over, so I’m done staying away from
you.”
He moves his hands over my back, which makes my heart pound and my brain go fuzzy. The alcohol is making me feel like I’ve done ten shots instead of two, and I’m in no condition to
be this close to him, let alone try to deny my feelings.
When he pushes under my T-shirt and grazes the base of my spine, I close my eyes as a shiver runs through me. It feels like my skin is extra-sensitive.
“What the hell was in those shots Andy gave us?” I ask. “They’ve made us all very—”
“Horny?” The roughness in his voice is crazy sexy.
“I was going to say ‘friendly.’ ”
Fingers trace over my back. Soft and electric. “Right. That’s what I’m feeling for you. Intense, throbbing friendship.”
“You’re making me dizzy.”
“There’s a treatment for that. Come home with me and I’ll show you what it is.” His voice is just as distracting as his touch. When he pulls me more firmly against him, I
can feel the hardness in his crotch. It awakens a deep ache inside me. “I want to be alone with you, Liss. Naked. Right the fuck now, please.”
“I can’t leave yet. I just got here.”
Without meaning to, I run my hands down his arms, and revel in the flex of firm muscles as he continues to stroke my back. He makes a contented noise in his chest and closes his eyes.
“Put your arms around me,” he orders quietly. In a daze, I trail my hands up over his broad shoulders and clasp my hands behind his neck. “Good. Now, loosen up and dance with
me.”
Loosening up when he’s pressing against me like this isn’t even a little bit possible. I glance down between us. “Judging from your current condition, you’re after more
than just a dance.”
He keeps stroking my back. “Then we’ll start with dancing and see what happens.”
“Liam, where, exactly, do you see things going between you and me?”
He moves his hands from my back to my hips, and when his fingers tighten, goose bumps run up my spine. “Well, for starters, back to my place. More specifically, my bed. After that, I have
no clue. Maybe the shower? The roof garden? That would be pretty spectacular.”
It really would. I close my eyes to banish the mental image of us naked, wrapped around each other beneath the stars. “Spectacular or not, you’re leaving on Monday.”
His confidence falters and his hands freeze. “Elissa—”
“You weren’t even going to tell me? I had to hear people gossiping about it backstage?”
He looks down and sighs. “Telling everyone else was easy. Telling you?” He looks into my eyes. “I couldn’t. Just thinking about leaving you . . .” He tightens his
arms. “I don’t want to.”
“Liam . . .” I stroke his face and make him look at me. “Yes, I’m pissed I heard about it from someone else, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime deal. You have to go. If you
want proof of fate, then here it is. What are the odds of a talent scout coming to
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