After the Reception

It was hard to concentrate on any of the toasts or pretty much anything else when all I could think about was Liam's eyes and his mouth and going home with him.

And true to his word, as soon as the attention was off of him and the cake was being cut, he grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me out of the hotel, out to his SUV.

The tension was thick in the small space in between us as he started up his vehicle, and I knew if either of us deigned to touch each other, we wouldn't be able to make it to either of our places.

And I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I traced the curve of his lips and the strong angle of his jaw. He had shaved his face for the wedding and looked pristine. I could almost imagine feeling his smooth face in between my legs and I bit my lip. I squeezed my thighs together and took a deep breath.

Was I so starved for sex that I didn't even care if he saw how desperate I was? I kind of felt embarrassed by it