your first show and begging you to let her make you a star? That only happens in movies.”
He gives me a wry smile. “You’re trying to cheer me up by talking about fate? A concept you don’t believe in?”
“Maybe I don’t, but you do.”
He cups the back of my head. Before I have time to figure out what’s going on, he leans forward, and oh-so-gently brushes his lips over mine. Every single molecule of oxygen in my lungs
rushes out.
“Yes, I do believe in fate,” he says, still so close we’re sharing the same air. “And that’s why I’m so torn. My head is telling me to go, but my heart wants
me to stay. With you.”
“But you can’t.”
His hand is on my cheek, his thumb grazing slowly. “No. I can’t.” I grip his arms as he rests his forehead on mine. “So us being together is now or never. And since I
can’t cope with the concept of never, I vote for now.”
I draw in a shuddering breath. “But what’s the point of us getting in any deeper when we know it has to end?”
“The point is, I’d get to make love to you in all the ways I’ve been dreaming about since the night I met you.” He brings his mouth next to my ear and whispers, “If
I only have one more day in New York, I want to spend it with you. Please, Elissa.”
He’s not allowed to say stuff like that. Not when the only valid response is to drag him into a shadowy corner and mount him.
“Liss?” I look up at him as strong arms tighten around me. “Come home with me. If you don’t want to have sex, that’s fine. Talk to me. Touch me. Whatever you feel
comfortable with. Just be with me. Please. We don’t have much time left. And I have the strongest feeling that having part of you is going to be better than having all of anybody
else.”
I close my eyes and sigh. How can I say no to that?
Without another word, I take his hand and lead him out of the party.
Anticipation is tingling in all of my limbs, making me hot and restless. Liam seems equally tense. His hands are shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched, eyes darting around
nervously before coming back to me, time and again. My face. My breasts. My legs.
All of me.
The sexual tension is making the confines of his apartment stifling, and the boxes of his belongings that are stacked against the wall don’t help.
He stares at me for a few, spine-tingling seconds, and then he seems to come to his senses. “I’m being a terrible host. Can I get you anything?” He walks the two steps to the
fridge. “I have . . . uh . . .” He opens the door and peers in. “Well, not a lot.” I can see that the fridge is practically bare. He shuts it and turns to me. “I spent
all my food money on the airline ticket. I’ve been surviving on crackers and cheese for most of the week.”
“Nothing wrong with surviving on cheese. I do it all the time. It’s the food of kings.”
He gives me a smile. “If I ever become a big star, I’ll buy a Hollywood mansion with a dedicated cheese room. You can stay over.”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier, you go and say that.” I’m not even joking.
His expression darkens. “Is that right?”
We stare at each other, and I swear to God, the walls inch closer.
Liam takes a step forward. “Elissa . . .” The way he says my name makes me step forward, too. Then his hands are on my face, and he’s leaning down, and sweet Jesus, I’ve
never wanted someone to kiss me so much in my entire life. I take a breath and try to keep my eyes open.
“Do you understand how many fantasies I’ve had about you over the past two months?” he asks, his lips almost touching mine.
“If it’s even half the number I’ve had about you, then yes, and I’m embarrassed for both of us.”
“We can compare fantasies later. First, let me do this before I lose my mind.”
He brushes his lips across mine, and we both inhale sharply. He pulls back and opens his mouth a little more to capture my lips in his. Light
He gives me a wry smile. “You’re trying to cheer me up by talking about fate? A concept you don’t believe in?”
“Maybe I don’t, but you do.”
He cups the back of my head. Before I have time to figure out what’s going on, he leans forward, and oh-so-gently brushes his lips over mine. Every single molecule of oxygen in my lungs
rushes out.
“Yes, I do believe in fate,” he says, still so close we’re sharing the same air. “And that’s why I’m so torn. My head is telling me to go, but my heart wants
me to stay. With you.”
“But you can’t.”
His hand is on my cheek, his thumb grazing slowly. “No. I can’t.” I grip his arms as he rests his forehead on mine. “So us being together is now or never. And since I
can’t cope with the concept of never, I vote for now.”
I draw in a shuddering breath. “But what’s the point of us getting in any deeper when we know it has to end?”
“The point is, I’d get to make love to you in all the ways I’ve been dreaming about since the night I met you.” He brings his mouth next to my ear and whispers, “If
I only have one more day in New York, I want to spend it with you. Please, Elissa.”
He’s not allowed to say stuff like that. Not when the only valid response is to drag him into a shadowy corner and mount him.
“Liss?” I look up at him as strong arms tighten around me. “Come home with me. If you don’t want to have sex, that’s fine. Talk to me. Touch me. Whatever you feel
comfortable with. Just be with me. Please. We don’t have much time left. And I have the strongest feeling that having part of you is going to be better than having all of anybody
else.”
I close my eyes and sigh. How can I say no to that?
Without another word, I take his hand and lead him out of the party.
Anticipation is tingling in all of my limbs, making me hot and restless. Liam seems equally tense. His hands are shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched, eyes darting around
nervously before coming back to me, time and again. My face. My breasts. My legs.
All of me.
The sexual tension is making the confines of his apartment stifling, and the boxes of his belongings that are stacked against the wall don’t help.
He stares at me for a few, spine-tingling seconds, and then he seems to come to his senses. “I’m being a terrible host. Can I get you anything?” He walks the two steps to the
fridge. “I have . . . uh . . .” He opens the door and peers in. “Well, not a lot.” I can see that the fridge is practically bare. He shuts it and turns to me. “I spent
all my food money on the airline ticket. I’ve been surviving on crackers and cheese for most of the week.”
“Nothing wrong with surviving on cheese. I do it all the time. It’s the food of kings.”
He gives me a smile. “If I ever become a big star, I’ll buy a Hollywood mansion with a dedicated cheese room. You can stay over.”
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier, you go and say that.” I’m not even joking.
His expression darkens. “Is that right?”
We stare at each other, and I swear to God, the walls inch closer.
Liam takes a step forward. “Elissa . . .” The way he says my name makes me step forward, too. Then his hands are on my face, and he’s leaning down, and sweet Jesus, I’ve
never wanted someone to kiss me so much in my entire life. I take a breath and try to keep my eyes open.
“Do you understand how many fantasies I’ve had about you over the past two months?” he asks, his lips almost touching mine.
“If it’s even half the number I’ve had about you, then yes, and I’m embarrassed for both of us.”
“We can compare fantasies later. First, let me do this before I lose my mind.”
He brushes his lips across mine, and we both inhale sharply. He pulls back and opens his mouth a little more to capture my lips in his. Light
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