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But I’d kept my lips bare because that manwaskissing me tonight. Preferably in the first ten minutes.
Liam’s broad frame filled the glass of my front door, and I blew out a low breath.
Smoothing my hands over my hips one last time, I slowly opened the door.
If I lasted ten minutes without attacking him, it would be a fucking miracle.
He lookedgood.
He wore a blue dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms and molded around his biceps. In one of his big hands, he clasped a small bouquet of lilacs, a bold splash of purples and deep pinks and bright-green stems.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he murmured under his breath, his eyes locked on my skirt. “Look at you.”
I sank against the doorframe, my legs suddenly a little weak. “Where did you find lilacs in July?”
He blinked away from my legs, snagging briefly on my cleavage and then landing on my face. “Uhh ...”
I laughed. “I’ll put them in water before we go.” I held out my hand, and he handed them over. The fragrance was sweet and strong, something I’d always equated with spring. “How did you know I liked these?”
He’d recovered himself. Sort of. “Didn’t, actually.”
Liam followed me into the kitchen while I went up on tiptoe to pull a vase down from above the fridge. The moment I set it down, he crowded behind me, bracing his hands on the counter and burying his nose in my hair.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, sinking back against him. He was hard. Already. One of his hands swept the hair away from my neck, and he mouthed the skin he found there. His other hand spread over my waist, his thumb brushing the bottom of my breasts, his pinkie toying with the waistband of my skirt. “Please tell me we can just have our date here,” I said breathlessly.
I tried to turn in his arms, but he held me fast. “Can’t.” He spoke into my skin. “Fucking want to, but we can’t.”
“Why not?” I arched my back, shamelessly pressing my hips into him, and he hissed at the movement. He rocked into me once, twice.
“I have plans, love.” He kissed the back of my neck and took one last deep inhale of my skin. “But my plans didn’t account for this skirt. You’re going to be the death of me, I just know it.”
He moved away, and I practically pitched forward. With shaking hands, I tried to catch my breath as I filled the vase with water. The flowers were so simple and sweet, nothing adorning them except their bright-green leaves and a black velvet ribbon.
“Why lilacs?” I asked once we were in the car.
Liam glanced at me, a slight curve to his mouth that was so endearing I had to press my thighs together. He noticed, the slight curve turning into an unrepentant smirk. He moved one big hand from the console to my thigh, sliding his calloused palm along the skin he found there. His pinkie danced along the inside of my thigh, and I sank my head back against the seat, fighting the urge to grip his wrist and just shove his hand between my legs.
“I asked for something fairly specific at the florist’s shop,” he said.
It took every shred of focus to pay attention to what he was saying. “What did you ask for?”
Liam eased the car to a stop at a red light. Then he pinned me in place with those searing green eyes. “Told her I had a date with the first woman I fell in love with. Only woman I’d ever felt that way about. And I wanted her to feel special while we have this fresh start.”
In the next heartbeat, I unhooked my seat belt and surged forward, sealing my mouth over his. And oh, the sound he made! It was like it had been yanked from deep inside his chest, and it had my toes curling into my heels. Liam anchored his hand in my hair and held me firmly in place as he slid his tongue into my waiting mouth.
Then he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and I tried to scramble up onto my knees to bring myself even closer. My hands clutched his face as I kissed him with desperation.
The sound of a horn honking behind us had me breaking away with a laugh.
Liam blew out a hard breath, adjusting the front of his dark jeans while I pulled my seat belt back into place.
He lifted a hand in a wave when the driver honked again, longer this time.
“Cool your fucking jets,” he muttered. “If you had any idea ...”
The kiss had unlocked some of the unbearable pressure building in my chest. It was decadent, allowing that feeling to sweep over me. There was no more fighting this, and there was something so unbelievably freeing about that.
“Where are we going?” I asked, shifting the hem of my skirt after it had ridden up a bit too high for comfort.
