Page 82 of Heartbeat Girl
Steve looked at us, rubbed his neck, then glanced at the door. Why did he seem hesitant?
“You going to be okay?” Steve asked me, and Liam tensed.
Ah, now I get it.
Steve’s actions made sense if he feared leaving me alone with Liam.
Tentatively, I bit my lip and turned to Liam, whose blackened stare bore into me.
“I’m good,” I said with a smile.
The tension released from Liam’s shoulders, and his face dove back between my breasts. It didn’t matter that I had a shirt on. His intentions were obvious and turning me into a mess of want. Liam urged me to straddle his lap before I had the chance to rub my thighs together. My tight skirt, however, kept me from getting too close to him.
The second the door clicked shut, Liam grabbed my bun. With a quick tug, he yanked the band from my hair. My mane tumbled down in brown waves, and he groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized of doing just that.”
Oh God.
My body heated.
Liam wasted no time. Grabbing the shoulder of my blouse, Liam tore it down the middle. I gasped and covered my chest. That was the third piece of clothing he’d torn of mine within twenty-four hours. Removing my hands, he pushed my black bra down, forcing my breasts to pop out. His tongue flicked over a pebbled nipple once or twice before closing his mouth over it. As he sucked, sparks of pleasure shot down to my clit.
His mouth was like magic.
He gripped the bottom of my skirt and slid it up between my legs. When it took too long to push the material up, he did to it what he did to my shirt. The sound of the fabric ripping heightened my arousal.
“I won’t have any clothes if you keep this up.” My complaint became a moan the second he held my hips and rocked my throbbing center against his thick bulge.
Okay, maybe that had been worth it after all. We were closer.
Removing his mouth from my nipple, he murmured, “I’ll buy you new ones.”
The bus rumbled to life. The ruckus outside became a distant sound as we moved. Steve must have spoken to Chris for us. It didn’t matter, though. Everything blurred, becoming insignificant to the lean, beautiful man in front of me. I cradled his head, letting my own fall back as he gave attention to my aching breasts. He teased each one until I was a throbbing mess. I shivered when a sharp tooth grazed my neck as he kissed me.His fangs.Would he? He was hungry, and I wanted to be the meal.
“Bite me,” I whispered, tugging his face toward my flesh.
“Just a few more minutes,” Liam promised, raising his head to smother me with his intense stare. “Your motel room. You can wait.”
“Your fangs are out.” I sighed as he kissed my cheek. “Mm… I canfeelthem on my skin.”
“I can’t retract them. Just a little longer…” Liam’s tongue flicked across my neck. “And you’ll really feel them.”
My pulse hammered.
Liam caressed me until I quivered uncontrollably. He stopped kissing me because of his fangs. Good idea, since I wouldn’t have been as careful as he was with them.
When we arrived at the motel, Liam helped me stand. I nearly stumbled, but he caught me. Throwing his leather jacket over my shoulders, he tugged me out into the night sky. The moon was bright, but there were hardly any stars. It was like they didn’t want to bear witness to what I’d do with that vampire again. Only at that time, I would give him more. The hidden stars would miss something truly euphoric. Liam dragged me inside the motel and slammed the room door shut behind me.
Pushing the jacket off, he stared at my bare chest. He slid my torn shirt off my shoulders, then tugged my tattered skirt down my legs. With each action, he looked me over and those fangs became more visible.
My breath hitched. With the way he watched me, I hoped my brain never forgot his soulful eyes, even if they were black pools in that moment.
I tugged the hem of his shirt, and he helped. I slid my hands up his pale chest, marveling at his beauty. He was lean, with a trail of hair disappearing into his pants. That path of hair was darker there than on his head. My fingers caught on the cool cross hanging around his neck. I smiled, tracing over it with my thumb. My eyes snagged on the tattoo on his right pectoral, and I froze. My stomach fluttered with a million butterflies. A black heart was inked on his skin—the organ so similar to the one hanging off the chain against my chest. It shouldn’t have been beautiful. Maybe it wouldn’t be to anyone else. But to me? My heart sang. The organ tattoo was so incredibly detailed that tears stung my eyes as I glanced up at his face. The ink wasn’t new, which meant he got it before I joined them on the tour. My hand roamed over the tattoo. Liam laid his over mine, squeezing tight.
“How long have you had this?” I asked.
“I got it the day I found you again.”
Again?