“Want another drink?” he asks with one hand wrapped around my waist as the other cups my face.
I bite down on my lower lip, looking up at him through my dark lashes. Slowly, I shake my head, hoping he understands what I’m implying. His thumb moves to my mouth, plucking my lip out from between my teeth.
“Let’s go.” He tilts his head, grabs my hand, then leads me out of the crowded room. My body buzzes, but it’s not from the alcohol. It’s from him.
He guides me upstairs, and people stand on the steps, looking at me as if they know what we’re about to do. It sends a nervous shiver down my spine at the thought of giving him my V-card.
The moment we enter a random bedroom, Liam pushes me against the door and claims my mouth. As his hands cup my face, and he presses his body against mine, my
