17.
NORA
Liam tasted like a mix of whiskey and bad decisions. His hand around my neck tightened, threatening to cut off my circulation and keeping my mouth open for him. Roughly, his tongue slid against mine, almost as though he was trying so desperately to steal secrets from my throat.
I felt his hand leave my neck and felt the cool air of my skin from where his fingers just left. My hands were limp by my side, fingers itching to run through his silky hair and tug at the roots the way I knew he liked.
Liam's hands teased my breasts, fingers ghosting over my n*****s through my dress before he reached up to cup my face with both hands.
“I want you so bad,” he whispered against my lips, breaking the kiss so we could both breathe in the cool air of our scents tangled together.
My eyes m
