Euphoria

Chapter 23 - Love spell

I nodded in disappointment and got in the car.

"This guy! He even annoys me when he is being nice." I muttered under my breath while he was approaching the driver's side, and sighed in frustration, pressing my legs together, trying to ignore the unbearable tingling between them.

If taking it slow wasn't his decision, I would think that he tried to seduce me. Every time when I wanted to take it further, he stopped while my body was on fire. We hadn't made love since we started dating, more correctly since we met in their family hotel. However, I couldn't say I was so happy that he kept his promise about it. I didn't know how I could control myself if Liam kept kissing me like this. It was so irritating.

One time I even tried to take it further, but he stopped me, telling he didn't want to go faster, making me shocked by his confession. If I didn't feel the mutual attraction between us, I would think that he didn't find me attractive. However, his little friend never let me doubt it when Liam kissed me passionately, holding me against himself.

"Are you fine?" Liam asked, interrupting my thoughts as he got in the car.

"Yeah." I mumbled, forcing him a smile. He gave me a boyish smile and started the engine.

Once he parked his car slightly away from my house, he turned towards me and gave me a dazzling smile.

"Can we meet up this Friday? Tomorrow my schedule is hectic." Liam asked, holding my hand.

"Fine." I nodded and gave him a warm smile.

"I will take you to my penthouse and show you my paintings. You wanted to see them."

"Yes, I look forward to seeing them." I commented, excited.

"Great! And... maybe, you will stay the night with me there..." He said hopefully, drawing circles on my palm.

"Hmm... Who knows?!" I shrugged my shoulders, giving him an impish grin.

"I hope." He resumed as he leaned towards me and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. "Sweet dreams, sugar."

"Sweet dreams!"

***

"They are fabulous." I commented in awe as I turned towards Liam.  We were in his penthouse. He showed me his paintings. He was really talented; I should admit that I didn't accept him being this much gifted.

"Thank you." He gave me a boyish smile.

"Why don't you show people your art? They will love it." I asked curiously.

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "I have never thought about it before."

"I think you should. You are really talented, Liam." I stated, giving him a bright smile, and grabbed his hand. "Are they finished as well?" I asked curiously, pointing to the canvas under a cover.

"Yes... Umm... Come on, let's have dinner. I am starving." He said, squeezing my hand tightly when I wanted to approach the canvas. I nodded, giving him a warm smile.

After having dinner, Liam approached me and asked me to dance with him. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against his chest while his arms were wrapped around me firmly.

Liam pulled back slightly and cupped my cheeks, brushing his lips against mine. I ran my hands through his hair, kissing him back with the same intensity. Then he moved his lips from my lips to my neck and slid his hand under my dress, caressing my thigh. I arched my back, moaning, and gripped his hair tightly.

In a swift movement, he lifted me up while kissing, sucking my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me towards the wall and trapped me between himself and the wall.

When I tried to unbutton his black suit shirt, he pulled back.

"No." I protested immediately and tightened my legs around his waist when he wanted to put me down. "Please, Liam. Don't stop." I pleaded while desire was consuming me.

"I don't want to rush things and lose you." He confessed sincerely.

"If you keep setting me on fire, and then run away every time we make out, one day you will find just my ashes when you come back." I stated firmly, pressing myself against his bulge, making him groan. "Please, Liam..." I added provocatively and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.

He sighed sadly. "But the last time we..."

"It won't be the same." I assured him, cupping his cheeks while he was still holding me against the wall. "I want you, Liam Anderson." I confessed honestly.

Without waiting for a second, he smashed his lips against mine, resting his hand on the back of my neck, and carried me towards the bedroom, kissing me eagerly.