Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 62(@200wpm)___ 50(@250wpm)___ 42(@300wpm)
There’s a soft knock at the door. "Anna?"
Shit. It's Liam. I take another deep breath. "Yeah?"
"Can we talk?"
"About what?"
"You know about what."
I close my eyes. "I'm coming out in a second, okay? Just give me a minute."
"Just let me come in instead."
I know I should say no, but I don't have it in me. "Okay," I whisper, unlocking the door and stepping aside.
2
LIAM
After Anna ran, I should have done the same. I should have left, gone home, and let the kiss remain just a wild part of a frat party game. The problem is that I’ve been in love with her for years, and I’ve gone over that kiss in my mind a million times before tonight.
I would have made Anna Anderson mine a million times over if her brother wasn’t my best friend, making the girl I want more than anything else off-limits … until tonight when she crossed the line first. And if I’m not mistaken, she kissed me with as much need as I felt for her.
Anna wants me, and because of that, I can’t leave her alone.
I walk in and close the door behind me. I don't look at her right away, but I can feel her watching me, waiting. When I finally turn, my eyes find hers, searching. I already know what she’s thinking.
"You know what I'm going to say, don't you?"
"If it's about the kiss, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."
She’s lying.
"You're not sorry.”
"Yes, I am," she insists, her voice too quick. "I shouldn't have done it. You're my brother's best friend. I'm your best friend's sister."
I step forward, and she backs away until she hits the counter. She’s surprised, hand shooting out to grab something for purchase, but all she finds is my shirt, her fingers fisting into the fabric.
I take another step, closing the last of the space between us. This time, she doesn’t move.
"Liam..."
"You're not sorry, Anna. You wanted to kiss me. So you did. Don't deny it."
"Why did you let me?" she breathes.
"Because I wanted to kiss you, too."
Her lips part, pink tongue darting out to wet them, and I can’t take it anymore. Brody’s sister or not, I don’t give a damn.
This kiss is nothing like the one before. This time, I don’t hold back. I take control, my tongue parting her lips as I press against her. My hands skim down her body before gripping her waist, lifting her onto the cold ceramic bathroom counter.
The space is cramped, but neither of us cares. Her fingers tighten in my shirt, her body warm against mine. I slide one hand into her hair while the other stays firm on her hip. When she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, I’m swamped with the feeling of possessiveness. She’s mine. I’ve denied it forever, but in the back of my mind, I’ve always known.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Are you drunk?"
We speak at the same time, and she giggles.
"No," she says, breathless. "I'm a sleepy drunk, so I avoided it altogether to enjoy the party."
"Thank fuck," I exhale, resting my forehead against hers. "I haven't drunk either, just one beer. I have practice in the morning."
"Oh. Brody's going to be fucked, huh?"
"Anna," I groan. "The last thing I want to think about when your tongue was just down my throat is your brother."
She giggles again. “Oh. What, uh, do you want—”
I cut her off with my mouth on hers again, and this time, my hands get in on the action, too. They start at her hips, sliding down to her ass, then up to her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the fabric.
“God, Anna,” I whisper.
“What?”
“I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer if we keep doing this.”
She bites her lip, tilting her head to the side so I can plant love bites on the side of her throat. She’s already hot and needy when I cup her pussy through her jeans, and all I’ve done is kiss her.
Her hands push up under my shirt, fingers trailing over my skin, desperate. My muscles tense under her touch, a groan slipping from my throat as I claim her mouth again. I’ve stroked myself so many times thinking about exactly this situation.
“Raise your hips up,” I bite out the words as my mouth moves down her gorgeous neck.
“W-what?”
“So I can get these fucking jeans off you.”
She does as I tell her, and I undo her jeans quickly, sliding them down her long legs to the floor. As soon as they’re off, I push her legs open and slide my hand into her white lace panties.
"You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?”
The small, desperate sound she makes is answer enough.
I brush my finger over her swollen clit, and she cries out. I silence her with my mouth on hers, not wanting to be interrupted as I continue to touch and stroke her. She moves restlessly against me, reaching forward and pulling at the button of my jeans. I give her what she wants, stepping back and removing them and my boxer briefs in one fell swoop. My cock pops out, hard as steel, and Anna’s mouth falls open.