Undercover Love (Draft 1)

Chapter Sixteen

As I slowly open my eyes, I feel a heavy arm draped over me, and for a moment, I panic. But then, as the memories of last night come flooding back, I relax into the small moment of peace with a soft smile on my face. Liam is lying next to me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. It's wrong to have him in my bed, but I can't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety with him here.

          But my peace is short-lived as my phone starts buzzing incessantly under my pillow. I quickly reach out to silence it, thinking it's my alarm, but when I see the name 'Thorpe' flashing on the screen, my heart drops into my stomach. It's never good news when he calls this early in the morning.

          I try to stealthily lift Liam's arm off of me without waking him up before swiftly making my way into the bathroom. As soon as I close the door behind me, I answer the call. "Thorpe." I whisper in greeting.

          "The Director wants information on the Amato's. He's up my ass about you still being there and not having anything new for us. I need something, anything, Jackson. If you have nothing for me, I'll be forced to move on with the next stages of the plan without the necessary evidence." He jumps straight to the point, the threat evident in his tone. 

          He almost sounds disappointed in me and, for some reason, that sends fury through me. "You sent me for a reason, Thorpe. I'm not alone right now, I'll send what I have when I get a moment alone. Do not underestimate me, I'll get you what you need." I keep my voice low but my tone harsh, annoyed that he woke me up for this when it could've just been an email or text.

          "Watch your attitude, Agent. I expect the information by five pm or I'll be forced to move along and pull you out." He growls out before abruptly ending the call.

          Asshole.

          I let out an angry sigh, placing my hands againt the sink and looking at myself in the mirror. I look healthier - happier - since I arrived here. But I know it's all just temporary. I'll send Thorpe the information as soon as I'm alone and then I'll have to find a way out before the final part of the mission is put into motion. 

          I can't watch these guys be shot down or arrested because of me. I haven't known them long, but over the past month, I've gotten closer to them and decided that we could've actually been friends if things were different. And Liam...

          Liam makes me feel things that terrify me in unimaginable ways. The way his presence has an inexplainable control over my body. The way his touch sends electricity firing through my veins. His words send my heart pounding inside of my chest. Just the way he looks at me has my pussy dripping with the thought of him acting on the thoughts inside his mind.

          But it can never happen. Ever. He's a wanted criminal and I'm the agent that's been sent to take them down from the inside. We're impossible. We're forbidden.

          I don't feel anything for him, I'm just surrounded by testosterone and it's getting to my head. I'll be fine once they're gone. 

          Right?

          With a final sigh and a shake of my head, I open the bathroom door and come to an abrupt stop when I see Liam awake with a lazy smile on his face. My eyes widen in surprise as I take in his gorgeous form. He looks like a Greek god, lying there with his chiseled chest on display and his tousled hair framing his face. I can feel my cheeks flush as I realize he's looking me over the same way.

          As I take a step closer, Liam's lazy smile fades and his eyes narrow in confusion. "What's wrong?" he asks, sitting up. My eyes follow the covers as they fall lower to expose the waist band of his boxers, making me shiver.

          I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "Nothing," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just wasn't expecting to see you still in here, now that you're awake."

          Liam chuckles softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, where else would I be?" he teases.

          I roll my eyes, but can't help but smile at his playful tone. "I just meant that I'm surprised you didn't leave as soon as you woke up." I explain, walking around to the side of the bed he's laid on so I can grab my book from my bookshelf.

          My fingers barely graze the spine of my book before a thick hand wraps itself around my wrist and gives it a sharp tug, making me lose my balance and go tumbling down onto the bed. Only, I don't land on the bed - I land directly ontop of Liam's lap, against his chest.

          "Why would I leave as soon as I wake up when I could stay here and keep you like this?" He grins as I look down at him, an embarrassed flush covering my cheeks. His eyes almost look pained as he adjusts himself below me, holding me in a more comfortable position for him.

          My legs straddle his waist, one hand rests on his chest and the other is planted on his shoulder to stop me from falling further into him. His skin is warm and soft beneath my fingertips and it takes everything in me not to trail them from his shoulder to play with his hair and move the other down to find out if his abs are as solid as they look.

          "We shouldn't be like this, Liam." I sigh, part of me wishing it wasn't true. An irrational part of me, but a part of me nonetheless.

          "Why not, tesoro? I'm pretty comfortable, and you look to be the same," he teases, bringing his head up to run his nose along my jaw, eliciting a shuddered breath from me. "You had no problem sitting on my lap last night, if I remember correctly..."

          An embarrassed groan runs through me, making him still beneath me - clearly taking it completely out of context. "I was intoxicated last night, Liam, that doesn't count." I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as he runs his hands up and down my bare thighs.

          "If you tell me to stop, I will. Do you want me to stop, amore mio?" He mutters, planting a kiss under my jaw after each word as his thumbs hook beneath the bottom of my shorts and the rest of his fingers dig into the fleshy, sensitive skin inside my thighs.

          I should tell him to stop. Tell him that he needs to leave.

          But I really don't want him to...

          "No."