Chapter 39

I play with the hem of his shirt, hoping my point gets across to him. Liam leans back, straddling my waist with a raised brow as he glances to where my hand that has found it's way under his shirt. Liam doesn't comment, merely removes my hands and right when I'm about to whine, he reaches down and pulls it from over his head, tossing it to the front. Holy shit.  That's the first word that crosses my mind as I examine Liam's shirtless chest. God. Liam is a sex God, that must be it. That or the gods truly did sculpt him to perfection. The green eyes, the messy light golden brown hair, the sculpted jaw and cheekbones and the gently sun kissed skin and not to mention the muscles rippling beneath the skin.  Liam is breathtaking, period. His broad shoulders tense with strain as he steadies himself above me, reaching down and pressing another kiss to the crook of my neck and then to the lobe of my ear. He tugs on it