Page 58 of Holiday Home 2
“You don’t have to… rub it in,” he grumbled under his breath.
“Yeah, but I have more fun when I do, sooo…”
Making a face at the attractive but wildly cocky redhead, he let go of her breasts. Before she could respond, he thrust his hands to her back and then down. Barely a second passed before they found a new place to call home. As his hands sank into the thin fabric of her leggings, the bells of her fuzzy antlers jingled noisily. Before the surprise of his sudden assault could wear off, he grasped her phenomenal butt tightly and drove his lips into hers.
Passionate heat tumbled between those lips and, in a matter of moments, their tongues. For the next several seconds, that was all either of them thought about. When it ended, because not even Avril wasthatconfident that they would remain undiscovered forever, her face was only a few shades less stark red than his was.
Which he counted as a win.
“There?” he asked, not yet releasing her butt. “Like that?”
“Something like that, yeah,” the seductive woman said. “Let me know how it goes with Tess when you try it on her.”
Swallowing, he slowly nodded. Just like that, he’d found himself locked into a goal for the evening. Avril planned to give him at least one more.
“And Anna. Don’t you let her leave here tonight without having heard how beautiful you think she looks in that dress. I mean it.”
“Alright, alright,” he promised. “I’ll make sure I do so.”
“Good. Now, about Victoria—”
“No, not a chance.”
Avril grinned and popped onto her toes, cursorily smacking her lips against his before she entirely escaped his grasp.
“Oh, come on. It would be hysterical to see how she takes it.”
“Not. A. Chance,” he repeated. “We just kind of got on… not awful terms, and I don’t want to give her a new reason to glare at me like she likes to glare at you.”
“But those are the best kind of glares. She looks really fucking hot when she’s murdering you with her eyes.”
Snorting, Liam was about to let Avril know that she could keep that fetish all to herself, only for two sets of eyes, one unendingly blue, another minty viridescent, popped around the corner.
“There you two are,” Tess said. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Nice!” Avril said, locking eyes with him one final time before she breezed by him, hands clasped behind her back, and marched toward the dining room table.
Anna followed. That left only one set of eyes on him.
“Coming?” Tess asked.
“Yeah,” Liam said, beginning to head her way.
The beautiful brunette didn’t uproot herself as he approached. Liam wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes. Maybe it was because she wanted to pause the TV once he departed. Or maybe she just wanted to let him walk in front of her.
Whatever it was, it allowed Liam to get nearly as close to her as he’d just been to Avril. His heartbeat remained in a constant uproar within him, as did a timorous wish to put things off until later—after dinner. Surely, he had a litany of chances still in front of him.
Surely.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, finding nothing but perfection no matter where he looked.
Two tiny ember motes emerged within her lovely face. Avril was right. This wasn’t the time to be faint-hearted. Not now. He wanted to fan those embers, not see them diminish.
Swiftly checking to ensure that Avril and Anna had cleared out of the kitchen and already made it to the dining room, Tess’s focus snapped back to him. Briefly, her smile had faded, replaced by a mild but visible apprehension. Now, however, it shone.
“Thank you, Liam. You look very handsome, too.”
Closer he came. Before, a person could have sidled between them, assuming they could suck in their belly and hold their arms over their head while they did it. Now, maybe a cat could bend its liquid body between them without making contact. Maybe not.