That Bad Boy

Grease

Chapter Twenty Three

Grease

Sienna's POV –

His lips crashed down on mine in an undeniable passionate force, his arms snaking around my waste as he fought to part my lips. Liam seemed like he was perfectly fine with what he was doing, and it wasn't like I had never kissed before, but I stood with my hands by my side, shell-shocked.

This was Liam. Liam kissing me. I'm kissing Liam. Sienna and Liam. Liam and Sienna. Soze and That Bad Boy. What the...

With a mental push, I urged my hands to move and successfully wrapped them around his neck, my fingers extending and playing with the nape of his hair. Liam kept fighting for my parted lips, so after much teasing, I opened my lips and felt him take complete dominance of the kiss with his tongue.

He pushed me forward, so that the back of my knees were against the bed and bending down, ready to fall. It was only Liam that was keeping me up.

His hands began to slide around, pushing my shirt up a little as he roamed my stomach, caressing it lightly yet igniting passionate fireworks within me.

Liam pushed me down, so that we were lying on the bed and he was on top of me. In an instant, he pulled away from me, ripped his shirt off and placed his lips back on me, this time on my neck and shoulders, making me shiver in delight.

My hands... I felt like Liam's body was sculptured to chisel perfection as I felt ever part of his chest, stomach and back. I put my hands back on Liam's cheeks, not being able to stand the distance, and pulled his lips back onto mine.

We kissed for a little while longer, sometimes Liam tracing soft kissing down my neck. After I felt like I couldn't breathe any longer, I pulled away from Liam and he rested his forehead on mine.

We were both breathing deeply and heavily, our breaths mingling with each other.

"Well that was the best f*cking kiss I've ever been greeted with." He grinned at me, placing softer kissing on my cheeks, the corner of my mouth and finally my lips.

"Liam..." More kisses... "Liam I need to say something..." More kisses...

"So say it." He breathed.

"I... I can't think when you do that to me..." My breaths were ragged and out of tune.

He stopped after a few more kisses and grinned broadly.

"Do I dazzle you, Soze?"

"You're not Edward Cullen." I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled loudly and he readjusted our positions so that we were lying side by side.

"Okay, you can talk now."

"Liam, you're going to need to put your shirt on if I have any chance at concentrating." I mumbled dryly.

"How about you take your shirt off?"

"Then I know we both won't be concentrating on anything."

"Listen, I think you should just get naked right now and let me-"

"Liam! No! Oh my, you sound exactly like Nate."

He winced and his expression was overcome by distaste.

"Do not compare me to that asshole that fell in love with my sister." He grumbled.

I laughed at his expression and curled my body towards his, not being able to deal with the distance. I felt like now we had finally kissed – now that he told me he was in love with me – I couldn't physically be away from him any longer. Like the four months that went by just kept building with tension and love and now we were both relieved that we were able to kindle our love.