Page 44 of Between Secrets and Obsession

Securing my wrists with one hand, he moves his other hand down. Liam’s face splits into a grin as he lowers himself, and my gaze falls to his lips. His weight feels so good as he settlesbetween my thighs. My heart pounds harder in my chest, and for a moment, our eyes lock.

“Maybe a little,” I finally answer, hoping he can’t hear how my breath hitches.

“Well, I’ll have you know, I’m well-versed where it counts.” Then the asshole digs his fingers under my arm, making my body jump and thrash underneath him.

“Oh my God!” I fucking hate being tickled, but the bastard laughs as he continues and tightens his grip on my wrists. “Liam! You’re gonna make me pee myself!”

“Oh, yeah?” He pops a brow, then moves his hand to my other side and tickles me there.

His evil grin deepens, and as much as I want to hate him for torturing me, I also don’t want him to stop touching me.

“Okay, okay,” I breathe out, trying to maneuver my body away from his fingers. “I take it back. You’re cultured!”

Liam chuckles, shaking his head at me. “You’re a horrible liar.”

He brings his hand up to my face and brushes his finger along my flushed cheek. I’m still breathing hard as his eyes linger from my eyes to my mouth. I want him to kiss me, but after begging him on my birthday, I promised myself I wouldn’t do that again. If he wants to, he needs to be the one to make the move this time.

“I should call it a night. I have to finish packing,” he says as if it pains him.

Blinking, my heart races as he peels himself off me, and I immediately miss his warmth.

“Wait,” I tell him, sitting up and grabbing his hard bicep. “It’s almost over. You can’t miss the final dance!”

Liam swallows, and when my gaze follows his hand, I notice the way he adjusts himself. “I think I’ve gone through enough misery.”

Smacking his arm, I reposition myself on the sofa next to him, not letting him bail. “You’ve come this far, so you might as well see it through to the end.”

He sighs and pushes back on the sofa. “Fine.”

Johnny barges into the banquet hall, and when he finds his woman, I say one of the most famous lines inDirty Dancingaloud, nearly cheering for Baby.

Liam shakes his head, calling me ridiculous, but I don’t miss the intriguing way he watches the screen. Either he really wants to see how it ends, or he’s trying not to focus on the fact that he just had me on my back, ready and willing, and he chickened out…again.

“Of course, they finally do the dance perfectly,” he says after Johnny catches Baby in the lift.

“Duh.” I snort. “Wasn’t it beautiful?” I stick out my lower lip and pretend I’m holding back tears. “Despite all the roadblocks they endured, they got their HEA.”

“HEA?” Liam furrows his brows as I turn down the volume while the ending credits scroll on the screen.

“Oh my God.” I groan. “Happily ever after. Seriously? You know nothing!”

“Am I allowed to leave now? Or are you gonna watch another movie you know all the lines to?” His voice is gravelly as if he’s bored, but it’s an act. He might pretend to hate spending time with me, but he also doesn’t put up much of a fight about it.

“I wish, but I should do my homework so I can shower and go to bed. I have an assignment to finish since I’m missing classes on Friday. Wedding festivities start in two days!” I remind him, turning off the TV.

I stand and so does Liam. He looks as though something’s on his mind that he’s not telling me.

“You okay?” I ask, sincerely worried about him.

Blinking, he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, fine. I’m gonna head up too.” Liam takes a step toward me and hugs me tightly, taking me by surprise. “You be careful, okay?”

My brows pinch together as I wrap my arms around him, soaking in how good it feels when he holds me.

“Always am.”

Liam releases me with a smile. “I’ll take you to school and pick you up tomorrow,” he states, giving me no room to argue. I usually catch a ride with Sophie, but I won’t say no to the extra time with him.

“Ohh, okay. Sure. I’ll be ready by seven thirty.”