Say Yes (Nostalgic Summer Romance)

He groaned his approval, and before I could laugh, his mouth captured mine, stealing any chance I had at doing anything but clinging onto him for dear life.

We both sucked in a deep breath at the contact, inhaling the night and each other all at once. I pressed up onto my tiptoes to get more, wrapping my arms around his neck and running my hands through his hair. He held one hand on my ass, and the other trailed up slowly, sliding along my neck and into my hair until he framed my jaw and held me to him.

Suddenly, a loud boom echoed over the water, and I broke our kiss just in time to watch a tiny rocket go up in the sky and burst into a bright shower of sparks over the river with a pop and a sizzle.

“Liam, look,” I said breathlessly on a smile, pointing behind him. “Fireworks.”

But when I looked back at him, his eyes were locked on me, and he shook his head, sliding his hand back into my hair to tug me close again.

“I think I’d rather make our own.”

The next kiss Liam pressed to my lips wasn’t playful or gentle. It was desperate and needy, greedy and demanding. He took and took until my knees were weak and a small whimper came from my lips, and when my body fell limp in his arms, he caught all of me, assuring me he was there to catch me.

That kiss told me it was okay to fall, even though my heart knew it wasn’t.

He pressed my back into the stone wall as another firework burst above us, and as the glitter shower rained down, Liam slipped his hand under the chest of my overalls and pressed his warm palm to my stomach. I gasped at his boldness as he trailed down farther and farther, until he couldn’t get his arm any deeper without turning me and pressing his chest to my back so his hand could travel farther down.

“Liam…” I warned, but already my hands were gripping the stone wall, bracing, preparing.

I knew there was no stopping now.

“I’ve got you,” he promised, a whisper in my ear as his hand slipped under my panties, his middle fingertip dipping into my wet arousal.

I moaned, letting my head fall back to hit his shoulder, and I felt his lips curve into a smile before he started kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe between his teeth. He wrapped his arm around me even more, and with that came the access he wanted.

He slipped a finger inside me, deep and fast, and caught my weight when I fell back against him.

I knew there were other people around. I knew we weren’t the only ones who’d walked away from the packed block parties in the streets and decided to stroll the river to get fresh air. But in that moment, with him inside me, and his breathy kisses in my ear, I didn’t care.

Let them watch.

Let them see what I do to this man.

Each new thrust of his finger inside me had his palm rubbing against my clit, the friction and penetration combining with the way he sucked and bit my neck to drive me right over the edge. It couldn’t have been more than two minutes before I was coming with his name on my lips, and another firework blast in the sky that I felt from the inside out.

When I finished, Liam slowly removed his finger, turning me to face him. I was panting, my mouth open, and his dark eyes searched mine as he held the finger wet with my desire against my bottom lip.

I didn’t even question it, didn’t have to think about it. I knew what he wanted, and I answered his plea with my eyes still locked on his, sucking his finger into my mouth and licking it clean.

His chest heaved, his eyes hooded, breaths loud in the air between us. When I released his finger with my wet lips rolling over the tip, he swallowed, closing his eyes for a beat before he slammed his mouth to mine.

“I want you so fucking bad, Harley,” he breathed against my lips, crushing my body to his with his hard length pressing into my stomach.

“Take me.”

“Not here.”

He pulled back, eyes frantic as he searched our surroundings. Then, suddenly, he grabbed my hand and tugged me across the street away from the river and into a tight alleyway with broken stone walls and vines crawling up each side. There were no lights above, just the small windows of what I assumed to be the backside of residences, and as soon as we were hidden in the shadows, he slammed me against the wall and pinned my arms up overhead, kissing what little breath I had left out of me.