Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,4

didn’t understand. Men. I don’t want you but no one else can have you. If I didn’t want a guy, he could literally go screw anyone he wanted. I wasn’t territorial over things that didn’t belong to me.

“It would be a nice perk. I’d hate to waste all that waxing I had to do for this dress on nothing.”

His jaw clenched and in a moment of insanity, I reached up and ran my thumb across the sharp edge.

“Ryan seemed like he would have been down for it if you hadn’t interrupted us.”

“Oh, I bet he would have.” He looked out over the crowd as if he was searching for Ryan just to stare him down with all that aggression that was rolling off him.

“You’re not the only one who has needs, you know? This little hand of mine” —I drummed my fingers down his neck— “can only do so much.”

He snatched my hand in his, catching me off guard, and he stared down at me with a look that said he wanted to kill me. Good. We felt the same.

“I bet this little hand.” He lifted my hand to his face and pressed a kiss to the inside of my wrist. “Could do so many things.”

I didn’t know if it was the kiss, his words, or the way he spoke them, but my stomach tightened and I couldn’t think of anything to say to him in return.

He pressed my hand back against his chest and kept it covered with his as he leaned down and spoke in my ear. “Is that what you need, B? You need me to fuck you and show you exactly what your hands could do?”

God, what was he saying?

Did I want him to fuck me? Um, one-way ticket to pound town for one, please.

But I didn’t want his pity or his teasing. If he thought I wasn’t capable of getting laid on my own, he had another thing coming.

“I’m sure Ryan could show me.” His body stiffened again, and this time I thought he was going to walk away from me. Good. I needed him to walk away and give me a moment to clear my damn head.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he gripped my hand in his and led me from the dance floor. I had no idea where he was taking me, and I could barely think, let alone keep up as he took angry steps in the opposite direction of where all the wedding activities were taking place.

“Where are we going?” I called out to him, but he didn’t stop. Hell, he didn’t even slow down.

He pulled me toward the house, and I swear my chest tightened so hard that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Joking around with Liam was one thing because he had drawn the line in the sand pretty damn clearly. But this? I had no freaking clue what to do with this.

We made it as far as the shadows before Liam pushed me against the house and stared down at me with a heavy breath. He searched my eyes, looking for what, I couldn’t be sure. Permission? He had it. Want? It should have been clear as fucking day.

He lifted his hand, and I watched as it made its way toward my face. I expected him to gently touch me or hell, I don’t know, pull me into a kiss. But he did neither. His thumb drug across my bottom lip roughly, as if he couldn’t take another second of not touching it, as he watched.

“You sure about this, B?”

I nodded my head, the back of it still pressed against the house. I wasn’t really sure what I was agreeing to, but I was agreeing anyway.

Liam ran his thumb back down my lip before he lifted my chin with the remainder of his fingers. He was staring down at me, and I couldn’t even attempt to read him but suddenly I didn’t care. Whatever his reasoning was for tonight, I would deal with the consequences later. I wanted him, badly, and there was nothing but him that could stop this.

He gripped my dress in his hand just above my hip, and I could practically feel the tension rolling off of him from that one small touch alone.

I sucked in a shallow breath as he moved his mouth closer to mine, his grip on my jaw tightening, my grip on reality floating away.

Then his lips pressed against mine gently, in complete contrast to everywhere else he was touching me, and