Untamed Passion

SLOANE

I’m so excited I can barely sit still. Six months ago I’d turned 18, but this is the first time Liam’s been able to make it for supper since then. He’s been super busy with work, and I’ve only been able to see him for minutes at a time. I’ve known Liam my entire life, and I’ve been secretly in love with him for about that same length of time. I’m completely obsessed with him. It’s not the kind of obsession that makes me want to jump up when I see he’s finished his meal and offer him seconds. It’s more the kind of obsession that makes me want to crawl under the table, unzip his pants, and slide his cock down my throat. Just the idea of it has my panties soaking and my hands gripping the sides of my chair to hold me in place.

Liam also happens to be my dad’s best friend.

When I look up, his blue eyes are on me, and my breath catches in my throat. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous. Dark black hair with only the smallest hint of gray coming in, dark stubble on a chiseled jaw, and the sexiest damn eyes I’ve ever seen. They’re a deep blue, almond shaped, with dark lashes and brows, and when he stares at me like this, it’s all I can do to remember to breathe. And that’s not even counting his amazing, hard body.

Liam does things to me that no one else ever has. No boy in high school ever made me feel anything close to what Liam does. I guess that’s why I never bothered to date any of them. What was the point? The only man I’ve ever wanted is sitting right across the table from me. I’ve been saving everything for Liam. I’ve never even been kissed, but all that’s about to change.

I somehow manage to make it through supper, and when Liam’s about to leave, he gives me that sexy smile of his that always leaves a puddle in my panties, and says, “I forgot to bring your present in. You want to walk with me to go get it?”

I give an excited grin and holler to my parents that I’ll be right back. When we step outside, it’s raining, so we run to his black jeep, and I can’t help but notice how he keeps his hand on the small of my back, guiding me and keeping me close. It sends a rush of pleasure through my body, and by the time he opens the passenger side door for me, I’m already aroused to the point of bursting. The light over our garage isn’t that bright, but it’s enough to let me easily see around me. While Liam runs around to the driver’s side, I look down and notice that my nipples are poking through my wet shirt like they’re begging to be sucked. I guess maybe I should’ve worn a bra, but when Liam gets in and I see the heat in his eyes when he notices, I’m happy I didn’t.

He looks away, trying to pretend he didn’t notice, but I know he did, and I know he liked what he saw. My short skirt is hiked up a bit, revealing more of my upper thighs than is appropriate, but I don’t bother pushing it down.

He reaches into the back seat, putting his body closer to mine. I can see a raindrop sliding down his cheek, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from licking it up. He places two boxes on my lap, pointing to the smaller of the two.

“Open that one first,” he says with a grin. “I hope you like it.”

“I’ll love anything you get me, Liam,” I say, already working the paper off. It takes me longer than necessary because I plan on saving every bit of this present, including the paper where he scrawled my name across the top in his masculine print.

Opening the box, I gasp when I see a beautiful edition of Wuthering Heights, my favorite book. I run my fingers over the gorgeous cover before carefully flipping through the pages. I stop when I see the inscription he’s written in the front.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

To Sloane on her 18th birthday,

I hope you find a love that’s as all-consuming as the one Heathcliff and Catherine share but with the happy ending of Cathy and Hareton.

Love,

Liam

I’m so touched by the gift that I can’t speak for a minute. I run my hands over his words and then look into his gorgeous eyes.

“You read it?” I ask with a smile.

“Of course.” He shrugs his broad shoulders and gives a sheepish grin. “I mean, how could I not when you’ve gone on and on about it for so long?”

I laugh and give him a playful punch. “I don’t talk about it that much!”

Hugging the book to my chest, I say, “Thank you, Liam. This is the best gift I’ve ever been given.”

“You haven’t opened the other one yet,” he says with a grin.

I give the next box the same amount of care, and when I open it, I can’t help but squeal in happiness. Folded inside is Liam’s old Notre Dame sweatshirt, the one I’ve always loved and have been begging him to have for years. I run my fingers across the worn fabric, made soft after so many washings, and can’t help the ridiculous grin I have on my face. Pulling it out of the box, I bring it to my nose and give it a big sniff, making Liam laugh. I’m a little disappointed that it’s been washed, but when I close my eyes, I can almost detect the faint scent of his cologne and the undeniable, unique scent that is Liam.

“I can’t believe you’re finally giving it to me,” I say, still snuggled up against it.

“It’s way too big for you. I don’t know why in the hell you want it so badly, but you’ve been pestering me about it for years, so I figured it was time.”

I give him a scowl. “I do not pester.”

He laughs, and the sound of it sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. I’m already planning on fingering myself later while I wear his sweatshirt. He has no idea how much use this present is going to get.

Tucking the shirt and book back into their boxes, I muster up the courage to say what I’ve been rehearsing for months. I’m suddenly very nervous. My heart races while I fidget with the presents on my lap.

“I really love my gifts, Liam,” I begin, hoping he doesn’t notice the slight quiver in my voice. “But I actually need to ask you for one more.”

When I work up the nerve to meet his eyes, I can see the curiosity in them. He doesn’t push me, just waits for me to continue.

I scoot forward in the seat, placing the gifts behind me so I can turn my body to face him. I force myself to not look away from his gaze and say, “I need you to kiss me.”

A look of shock washes across his face, and then I see him start to smile, thinking that I’m joking. When he realizes I’m not joking, his eyes dart down to where I’m biting my lower lip, nervously awaiting his answer.

“Sloane, I’m your dad’s best friend,” he finally says.

“I know, but I’ve never been kissed, Liam, and I’m 18 now. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

“You’ve never been kissed?” The surprise in his voice isn’t helping my embarrassment.

“No,” I admit, this time too mortified to meet his eyes.

“Why not?”