Page 4 of Between Secrets and Obsession

“You okay?” He towers over me, licking my arousal off his lips.

“Yes…” I breathe out.

“How much have you had to drink?”

His question takes me off guard as I blink up at him. “A couple shots and beers. I’m fine. Why?”

“Just making sure.” He winks, then removes his shoes and jeans.

He grabs a condom from his wallet, and my heart beats so hard and fast, I’m sure he can feel it against the bed. He pushes his boxers all the way down, then slides the condom on before settling between my legs again.

“You’re so beautiful, Maddie,” he tells me, brushing my hair away from my face, then plants a kiss on my lips.

I put my hands on his hips, sliding them up, then scraping my nails down his back. He grinds his body against mine for a moment, causing me to lose my breath.

Liam grabs his cock, pumps it a few times, then rubs the tip against my pussy, coating it with my arousal.

In a moment of panic, I tense. “Wait.”

His eyes flick up to mine, narrowing as he holds himself up. I swallow hard, trying to push down my nerves. “It’s my first time. Can you go slow, please?”

Liam doesn’t move or speak as he stares at me. Finally, he blinks and releases himself.

“How’s that possible? What gorgeous twenty-one-year-old is a virgin?” he asks with a small chuckle as if he doesn’t believe it.

“Well…” I bite my lip nervously. “I’m not exactly twenty-one.”

He flinches. “Hownottwenty-one are you?”

“Um…nineteen,” I say but it’s not very convincing.

Liam’s eyes turn to slits as his mouth thins to a firm line. He’s kneeling between my legs, studying my face. “Don’t lie to me,” he snaps. His tone is harsh, which causes me to jump.

“Seventeen,” I whisper, lowering my gaze because I can’t bear to look at him after he realizes I’m underage.

“Fucking unreal.” He jumps off the bed and moves around the room, grabbing our clothes. “What the hell are you doing at a college party anyway? Are you trying to get me thrown in jail? What the fuck is wrong with you?” He’s spewing question after question, obviously raging pissed. I don’t blame him, but I hadn’t expected this kind of reaction because I thought our connection was mutual.

“I’m with a friend,” I stupidly say. “She invited me, and I had to lie about my age to get in.”

“Get dressed.” He throws my dress and panties at me. I slip them on, then grab my purse and shoes.

I walk toward the door, then turn around to face him. “I’m sorry I lied.”

In only his boxers and jeans, Liam charges for me, and I walk backward until my back is to the wall. “You’re sorry?” He punches the wall next to my head, caging me in with his arms. “I’m not going to jail for you.”

“I wasn’t gonna tell anyone,” I tell him calmly, resisting the urge to gaze at his bare chest. “Iwantedyou to take my virginity, so what’s the problem?”

His head drops down between his shoulders as he shakes it. “You don’t give away something like that to a guy like me.”

“What’s that mean?” I search his face.

Liam’s head pops up, and his eyes meet mine, dark and cold. Then he pushes off the wall and puts space between us. “Get out.”

I flinch as if he’d backhanded me. “What?” I ask just above a whisper.

“I said get the fuck out!” he roars, causing me to jump.

“You’re an asshole,” I mutter, turning and opening the door.