SOPHIA POV
The sting of his bite sent a thrill through me that I'd been trying to ignore for too long. Even whilst being drunk, I knew that I wanted more—more of his touch, more of his kisses, more of him.
My hands found their way to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons.
“Liam,” I breathed, “I need—“
He caught my wrists, stopping me.
“Not when you're drunk, Sophia.”
I whined in protest, trying to press myself closer to him.
“But I want—“
“I know,” he said softly, pulling me into an embrace that was more comforting than passionate. “Believe me, I know. But not now. Not here.”
Still, I tugged at the belt of his pants and pulled him close, trying to get my tipsy hands the belt off.
“What am I going to do with you, Sophia Blackwood?” I heard him whisper and then he lifted me up an
