“I can’t afford a new car, Liam. Isn’t there anything you can do? Something you can cobble together? Duct tape? Prayers?” It killed her to ask, but desperate times.
“I could probably manage something. But whatever I do is going to be borrowed time and it’s really throwing good money after bad. You’re gonna have to start making some kind of arrangements for a new one in the not distant future.”
“Any time you can buy me is appreciated.” And maybe she’d have pulled off some kind of miracle to bring in extra income to pay for it.
Knowing she needed to keep her hands busy, Riley picked up the carton of Band-aids and went to put it away again. Never mind that she hadn’t actually put any on the shelf. She added it back to the pile and turned. Liam had followed her into the storeroom, and the already over-crowded space suddenly shrank.
Riley took an instinctive step back and stumbled. Her feet snagged, sending her flailing. Before she could crash into the piled up junk, Liam’s hands closed around her hips, yanking her flush against him. All her soft parts were pressed up close and personal against all his hard parts and, oh dear God, she couldn’t breathe.
The rumble of his low voice vibrated that magnificent chest, which she felt because hers was plastered up against him. Her nipples went instantly, painfully hard. She couldn’t speak or move, so she just stood there, staring like a complete moron, waiting for him to let her go.
Except he didn’t. His hands tightened on her hips, as if getting a better grip. Instinctively, hers tightened on his arms and, yep, they were every bit as hard and cut as they looked.
Through sheer force of will, Riley managed not to drool.
If you lick it, that makes it yours.
Before she could stop herself, she licked the seam of her lips. Liam’s eyes tracked the motion, and his mouth curved in a little half-smile that spawned a whole host of other wicked thoughts. Her cheeks burned and the synapses responsible for coherent thought exploded from sexual overload.