Groaning, I stomp around the couch. “He used to love breaking the rules with me!” I shout, walking to my room.
Liam returned from Vegas four days ago with double black eyes, sore ribs, bloody knuckles, and a cut lip. He looked worse than when he came back from the mob boss’s guards kicking his ass. I nearly cried when I saw him, but he reassured me he was fine, though I knew he wasn’t. He iced his entire body for two days straight before Tyler made him get back into the gym. Apparently, this Dice guy didn’t take it easy on him and taught him how dirty they fight in the underground world, which meant teaching him how to defend himself if he ended up on the ground and couldn’t get up. He even had a shoe imprint on his back.
Just the thought of what he went through made me want to puke. If something happens to Liam, and we don’t get one last opportunity to be intimate, I’ll always regret not showing him how much I love him. I can show him in other ways, but hardly touching each other or being close feels like the opposite. I hate the distance.
Instead of changing like Sophie demanded, I strip off my tank top so I’m left in my sports bra. Then I take off my shorts and replace them with my spandex leggings. After I fix my hair and put it up into a high ponytail, I grab my yoga mat and go back into the living room.
“What are you doing?” Sophie asks as I roll out my mat.
“My daily yoga routine,” I tell her casually, getting myself into a sitting position.
She snorts. “I haven’t seen you do your routine in days.”
“I need to catch up,” I say, but I know she’s not buying it.
“This isn’t gonna be good…” I hear her mutter before she walks upstairs.
I move into an upward-facing dog and hold it while my back arches and legs stretch. After a moment, I switch into downward-facing dog and exhale.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Turning my head, I grin when I see a pissed-off Liam.
“You’ve seen me do this a hundred times,” I say innocently. “Should we do another yoga bet? See if I can beat your ass this time?”
“I asked you to put some more clothes on,” he says firmly with a plate in one hand and a sandwich in the other.
“And I asked you to get naked and fuck me last night, so it looks like neither of us is getting what we want.”
Liam nearly chokes on his food and smacks his chest before it goes down his throat. “Jesus, woman.”
I release my hold and go into a warrior position. “Don’t watch me if I’m such a temptation then,” I quip.
“You could make this easy and stop trying to get me to break,” he states, keeping his eyes glued to mine. “Wearing that and doing yoga in front of me is just cruel.”
I hold back a smirk. “You didn’t seem to mind it when you kept me in the friend-zone all those years.”
“That was different, and you damn well know it.”
“Hmm…agree to disagree.” I shrug.
“So what, this is payback for all the years I wouldn’t bang you?”
“No, just the first time.” I adjust my sports bra, lowering it down my chest. “The time you nearly ripped my dress in two and then screamed at me to…and I quote…‘get the fuck out.’”
“You’re not seriously still pissed I wouldn't have sex with a minor, are you?” He sets his plate down and walks toward me.
“I was like, five months away from turning eighteen!” I argue.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s an acceptable excuse for the judge after they handcuff my ass for touching you,” he retorts, standing in front of me now.
Instead of allowing his closeness to affect me, I move into dolphin pose so he can get a full view of my ass.
Liam’s palm flattens on my lower back, and I inhale sharply at his touch. “Baby, if I had fucked you that night, there’s no way I would’ve been able to resist you when we were reunited. I would’ve hurt you because I wasn’t in the right headspace for something serious. We both had some growing up to do.”
Then he slides his hand down my ass crack until it’s between my legs.
“Your sisters would’ve found out what I did, and the guys would’ve killed me.” With his middle finger, he rubs my pussy outside my leggings. My eyes slam shut as I soak in his touch. “Then you and I would’ve had no chance at a future.” Then he rubs the pad of his finger against my clit, causing a groan to escape from my mouth. “So, trust me when I say waiting was the smart decision.”
“Mmm…” I stretch out farther, giving him better access to my pussy.
“Which is why waiting another couple of weeks is also the smart decision…” He circles my clit, my thighs burning as I struggle to hold myself up while my body aches for more of Liam’s touches. I feel the buildup as he adds more pressure, and my knees shake. Before I can beg for more, Liam removes his hand, then slaps my ass. “Two more weeks, baby. We got this.”
Is he fucking kidding me right now?
My arms give out, and I drop to the mat, turning to scowl at him. “Seriously? That was mean!”
“Sorry, but you left me no choice.” He shrugs with a shit-eating smirk as he sits on the arm of the couch. “You wanted to play with fire, sweetheart. Showing off your sexy nipple rings, wearing tight as fuck pants that show off your curves, and eating whipped cream off your fingers last night.”
I stand, roll my mat, and stuff it under my arm. “The whipped cream was a happy accident when it fell off my spoon, but the other two, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Liam’s head falls back as he bellows out laughter. “Mads, please. I’ve been watching this dance of yours for three years, remember? I know all your tells. Your flirty innuendos. And the not-so-subtle way you eye fuck me.”
I growl. Damn him.
“Baby, come here.” He waves me over, but I look at him cautiously.
“Why? You want to almost finish what you started?”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Quit being stubborn and get your ass over here.”
I walk over and stand between his legs, dropping the mat. Liam wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer until there’s no space left. Cupping my face, his thumb brushes my bottom lip.
“Remember when you were ready to jump my bones and lose your V-card, but I made you wait?”
I groan. “Yes.”
“And a couple of weeks later, we took the time to get to know each other and really explore our feelings. Wasn’t making love that first time so much more special because we didn’t rush?”
Shrugging, I answer, “I guess so.”
“You guess so?” He lifts a brow, and I break out into a laugh.
“Yes, of course. It was very special.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “But during those two weeks, we were still being intimate with each other, just not all the way intimate.”
“And after the fight when we’re able to forget about JJ and the O’Learys, won’t waiting feel way more special?”
I lower my eyes. The emotions I’ve bottled up inside threaten to release, but I try holding them back.
“Mads?” He tips my chin up toward him. “What is it?”