Page 73 of Heartbeat Girl
My eyes widened at the bent metal beneath his hold.
“Already in the bus,” Pete murmured. When I turned, I saw him watching Liam and me from a distance.
“Grab your bag, Jayne,” Liam ordered.
I stepped closer to him. “Are you going to wait for me?”
He walked away. “Take her to the bus. I’ll get her things.”
“Liam.”I tugged at his leather jacket. “Um, I’m not influenced anymore.” I blushed, not wanting to say anything else in front of Pete.
“I can see that,” Liam said.
I removed my hand. “I’ll go with you.”
Before Liam could protest, I rushed ahead of him. A slight breeze hit me, and I paused. My stomach heated when I spotted Liam already at my door, propped against it. I didn’t notice him pass me. I smirked, hiding it as I approached.Show off.
My pulse sped up as I moved past him.Calm down.My hands were so jittery, the key card missed the lock entirely. The anticipation of what he planned to do next and could do at any moment made my body quake. Glancing up, I saw the smile on his lips and the heat in his eyes before he hid it with a scowl. I grinned as my stomach fluttered.
He was still upset, but I didn’t think he wanted to be. He tried too hard. If Steve biting me made Liam jealous, I understood. Jealousy was a two-way street. I didn’t care if the blood tasted nasty out of a glass. That would be how he’d be drinking it. If he’d act crazy about it, I’d let my possessiveness show, too.
My behavior and my thoughts surprised me. I’d never felt that way about any of my exes. Hurt,yes, but never once had I been upset over ex-girlfriends. I didn’t even get concerned about the lack of sizzle in the bedroom either. Truthfully, I had too much else on my mind.
One thing was certain. There was no way Liam could deny me for long. Not if he felt a fraction of what I did anytime he was near me. Like I’d combust if he waited a day longer to consume me. That’s what I needed. For him to drink me in. Be with me. Let me finally feel what I’d denied for so long.
As I gathered my clothes into my bag, Liam disappeared into the bathroom. “So, that’s how you got over it so quickly.” He walked out, carrying my drenched dress in one hand and my undies in the other.
“Someone left me to suffer.” I pouted.
His gaze trailed over me hotly. Need bloomed inside me. The way his dark eyes swept over me could andwouldhave me spreading my thighs for him.
“You were supposed to struggle for me.”
“I didn’t know Pete would get there so quick with someone,” I blurted as Liam stepped closer, dropping the wet clothes near my bag. “Besides, I wasn’t the only one affected. You suffered with your desire, too.”
Wrapping his arm around my waist, Liam lifted me onto my tiptoes. He angled his face toward my neck and inhaled sharply. I clutched his shoulders and closed my eyes. It was a wonderful feeling having him pressed so closely and touching me freely.
“I’ve endured a lot longer than you think.”
My hands stopped their exploration. “What do you mean?”
He smiled, then sighed. “You, Heartbeat Girl. I’m talking about you.”
“Me?”I frowned.
Liam bent down again and chuckled against my neck. The sound vibrated my skin, sending delicious chills all over. He hugged me to him. “Yes. I have something to give you.”
“Give me?”
“Yes, it’s something I stole from you. It’s about time for me to give it back, so you’ll understand how long I’ve really suffered for you.”
I pulled away from her. “Please don’t tell me you have a pair of my underwear. That would be super creepy.”
“What?” He laughed. “God, no. If I wanted to do that, I would pull them down your thighs myself.” My clit throbbed. He must have sensed how much he affected me. His eyes blackened before he closed them. “You’re a temptress, my heartbeat girl, and I’m growing tired of holding back.”
Did he keep referring to me as his heartbeat girl?
Between the gift and how well he seemed to know my heart, something about that nickname touched me deeply. I felt adored and wanted in a way I’d never known before. No one had ever spoken to me or looked at me the way this vampire did. My eyes watered. I had the urge to cry over something so silly. With his words, a girl could feel worshipped.