Unwrapping Liam: A Good Girls Don't Novella Read Free

going crazy.”
    Liam caught my hips and lifted me up onto the bathroom counter. I couldn’t stand it any longer and before he could stop me my arms were around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. The kiss was slow and hungry, building toward a frenzy that when coupled with the strong, warm hands sliding up my thighs was bound to drive me over the edge. I wiggled down the counter, attempting to wrap my legs around his waist, but he held me back.
    “Not so fast. I’ve got you behind locked doors. There’s no need to race.”
    Except there was. If we got interrupted now, there was a good chance I would suffer a psychotic episode. I didn’t relish the idea of explaining to the police that my homicidal rage was all due to getting cock-blocked by my mom.
    But Liam had a way of getting what he wanted, and it usually involved his lips and his very talented tongue. A sexy accent wasn’t the only thing I had to thank his mouth for, I noted, as he sucked and kissed his way down my neck to my collarbone. True to his word, he didn’t remove my tank top, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying what was underneath. My head fell back against the mirror as I relaxed into his touch. My breath hitched in my throat as I tried to stifle a moan. His lips were over my breasts, teasing me through the thin cotton as he made his way lower toward the promised land. It was so close that I could almost feel the impending O I so desperately needed, and that desire was tearing me in two. Half of me wanted him to linger as long as he liked, but the other was ready to take control and have my way with him. 
    Liam pulled away from me slightly, but only to whisper, “I love you. God, I love you so much.”
    “I’ve missed you,” I said, stroking his hair as a sudden need to feel his mouth over mine.
    “How do we talk your mother out of this separate bedroom thing?”
    I snorted at this and shook my head. “It would take an act of God. Literally. She said not until there was holy matrimony involved.”
    “Well, if that’s what it takes—”
    “No proposals on bathroom counters,” I stopped him. “No proposals period. Just shut up and kiss me.”
    If my edict had upset him, the kiss didn’t show it. At least not right away. It was as passionate as the first, but then his lips grew hard and his teeth nipped at me.
    “I want you,” he murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer. “I want all of you.”
    “You can have me.” It was a promise, and one I hoped to make good on quickly.
    A knock at the door startled us apart and Liam took a step back, dropping his hands from me. Surprise flitted across his face along with something that looked a bit like anger, but I was entirely certain it was directed at the interruption.
    “Yes?” he called out, not quite able to hide the annoyance in his tone.
    “I have fresh towels,” Tara called through the door.
    This time when my head fell back against the mirror I was surprised it didn’t shatter. I cursed under my breath. If we hadn’t spent so much time talking and fooling around, we might have reached the finish line. 
    “I have a towel, but thank you,” he responded, playing dumb as to the real reason she was here.
    “These are warm.”
    “I’m naked,” he replied.
    “Tell Jillian she can use my shower.” The cheerful tone had gone out of her voice. Now it was flat and each word was measured.
    I jumped down from the counter, grumbling as I pulled my panties back on. I tossed Liam his boxers and unlocked the door without checking to see if he had them on. If she wanted to embarrass us, I could play that game. I strode out with my hands on my hips and tossed her the most withering stare I could muster in my underwear.
    Liam grabbed the towels, slamming the door just as his cheeks began to redden. 
    “This is unacceptable.” Tara turned on me.
    “You said separate bedrooms.”
    “You know exactly what I meant,” she said. “And what is it with you two and