everything—her identity, her sister, her passion, her dream. Then she’d become an admin to an event planner, the one who’d put together the conference he’d attended. She’d walked away from the world of errand running, but her actions had to be limited until they knew she was safe. Safety didn’t have to mean she couldn’t be indulged.
They finished breakfast in silence, but Liam’s mind was chaotic. He would indulge Grey and show her the best of both worlds—safety and passion.
Chapter Six
“Tyler.” Liam greeted his friend and teammate with a quad shot venti Americano. “Open up.”
Tyler semi-smiled, took the cup and turned it bottom up, essentially pouring it down his throat. After draining the last drop possible he blew a satisfied breath and stretched his neck. “Morning, man.”
“I like my morning coffee,” Grey chuckled, “but you’re smiling like you just orgasmed for the first time in…ever. Which is a really wrong idea since you’re in a room with two women you barely know, one of whom is comatose.”
“There’s no wrong place for that.”
“The coffee or the orgasm?” she shot back.
“Pick one.” Tyler grinned in a disarming way Grey didn’t expect. For that matter she hadn’t expected him to look up from his tablet.
“I think I like you.” She answered with a grin of her own. It was nice to have reasons to smile and, despite the circumstances, Liam and Tyler were surprisingly fun.
“Just don’t like him too much.” Liam stepped forward and partially blocked her view of Tyler. Tyler smiled as he turned and moved back to the corner chair.
“Are you saying it’s impossible to like multiple men equally? Or that there’s something wrong with it?” She rounded Liam and turned her face up to his.
Liam had encouraged her to embrace who she’d been before she was Grey. The trouble there was that pre-Grey fit in even less than Grey. She had been everything he and his friends avoided.
He had also promised she would be accepted as one of the gang as soon as everyone met her. The claim became almost believable when she found herself bantering with Tyler. As Opal she hadn’t been the type to keep her opinions to herself. As Grey she needed to melt into the background, though she found that to be a challenge with Liam and his friends. Especially with Liam. “Maybe the idea of being the creamy middle of a Fed sandwich appeals to me.”
Liam didn’t widen his eyes or narrow them. He didn’t frown or scowl. He didn’t show any reaction. For seconds he stared, cool as chilled marble. Then he blinked and Grey breathed a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she needed. The momentary delusion of thinking he’d allowed her joke to pass vanished.
A single step, small and determined, closed the distance between them. Liam grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. He was hard, all over, and humming with restraint. The air she’d managed to draw stalled in her lungs.
He’d said he would kiss her once a day. This was it. He was going to kiss her to show her how much she liked him. Or he was out to prove she would never be the middle of a threesome, which was fine. Especially when she allowed herself to remember what being with Liam had been like.
Leaning back, she locked her eyes with his. The hunger she’d seen before was back and it darkened his irises. Or maybe it was the intensity of his body against hers that made her think his eyes darkened. It didn’t matter. It only mattered that she was in his arms and he was inches from pressing his lips to hers.
He leaned in, angled toward her ear. She swallowed in anticipation.
“No one else can make you feel like I do, and you know it.” He brushed his mouth along her lobe. She shuddered, but he didn’t kiss her. “And for your insubordination, you’ll have to wait for today’s kiss.”
Liam looked smug when he set her away from him. Feminine laughter sounded from inside the door. “Ooooh, I knew it. I said the day
They finished breakfast in silence, but Liam’s mind was chaotic. He would indulge Grey and show her the best of both worlds—safety and passion.
Chapter Six
“Tyler.” Liam greeted his friend and teammate with a quad shot venti Americano. “Open up.”
Tyler semi-smiled, took the cup and turned it bottom up, essentially pouring it down his throat. After draining the last drop possible he blew a satisfied breath and stretched his neck. “Morning, man.”
“I like my morning coffee,” Grey chuckled, “but you’re smiling like you just orgasmed for the first time in…ever. Which is a really wrong idea since you’re in a room with two women you barely know, one of whom is comatose.”
“There’s no wrong place for that.”
“The coffee or the orgasm?” she shot back.
“Pick one.” Tyler grinned in a disarming way Grey didn’t expect. For that matter she hadn’t expected him to look up from his tablet.
“I think I like you.” She answered with a grin of her own. It was nice to have reasons to smile and, despite the circumstances, Liam and Tyler were surprisingly fun.
“Just don’t like him too much.” Liam stepped forward and partially blocked her view of Tyler. Tyler smiled as he turned and moved back to the corner chair.
“Are you saying it’s impossible to like multiple men equally? Or that there’s something wrong with it?” She rounded Liam and turned her face up to his.
Liam had encouraged her to embrace who she’d been before she was Grey. The trouble there was that pre-Grey fit in even less than Grey. She had been everything he and his friends avoided.
He had also promised she would be accepted as one of the gang as soon as everyone met her. The claim became almost believable when she found herself bantering with Tyler. As Opal she hadn’t been the type to keep her opinions to herself. As Grey she needed to melt into the background, though she found that to be a challenge with Liam and his friends. Especially with Liam. “Maybe the idea of being the creamy middle of a Fed sandwich appeals to me.”
Liam didn’t widen his eyes or narrow them. He didn’t frown or scowl. He didn’t show any reaction. For seconds he stared, cool as chilled marble. Then he blinked and Grey breathed a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she needed. The momentary delusion of thinking he’d allowed her joke to pass vanished.
A single step, small and determined, closed the distance between them. Liam grabbed her hips and pulled her against him. He was hard, all over, and humming with restraint. The air she’d managed to draw stalled in her lungs.
He’d said he would kiss her once a day. This was it. He was going to kiss her to show her how much she liked him. Or he was out to prove she would never be the middle of a threesome, which was fine. Especially when she allowed herself to remember what being with Liam had been like.
Leaning back, she locked her eyes with his. The hunger she’d seen before was back and it darkened his irises. Or maybe it was the intensity of his body against hers that made her think his eyes darkened. It didn’t matter. It only mattered that she was in his arms and he was inches from pressing his lips to hers.
He leaned in, angled toward her ear. She swallowed in anticipation.
“No one else can make you feel like I do, and you know it.” He brushed his mouth along her lobe. She shuddered, but he didn’t kiss her. “And for your insubordination, you’ll have to wait for today’s kiss.”
Liam looked smug when he set her away from him. Feminine laughter sounded from inside the door. “Ooooh, I knew it. I said the day
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