The Boy Who Sneaks Through My Bedroom Window

Chapter 7

I smiled at him and he smiled back. "That was my first kiss too, and I do remember it," he said softly, winking at me teasingly.

"Well you've had plenty more since then, and then some," I stated, meaning all of the girls that he had slept with.

"Yeah, but that was still the first and the best," he whispered, kissing the top of my head and pulling his arms tighter around me, tucking my head in the crook of his neck. We just laid there in silence; I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet.

After a little while I was still awake because of the noise coming from the party, it was only one o'clock so it would probably go on for at least another hour. I rolled over to see Liam watching me. "You can't sleep though that either, huh?" he asked, smiling.

I shook my head. "Why don't you go back out and make the most of it. There's no point in us both laying here awake." I pulled away from him so he could get out of the bed.

He shook his head and pulled me back to his chest. "I'm fine where I am."

After about half an hour, I raised my head and looked at him, he was asleep and looked really peaceful and sweet, and not to mention hot. I'd never really looked at him that way. I knew he was gorgeous and had an awesome body, but it just never occurred to me to look at him in that way. My eyes moved to his chest. He really was incredible and had a perfect six pack. I reached out one finger and traced the lines of his muscles on his stomach, just wondering what they would feel like.

He shivered. "I'm feeling a little violated," he stated, making me jump and pull my hand away quickly.

I giggled because I'd gotten caught. "Welcome to my world, you make me feel like that all the time." I shrugged.

"I suppose I do, sorry," he said casually. Immediately I wondered why he wasn't like this all the time, if he was then I would probably be in love with him like every other girl was. "Hey, seeing as we can't get to sleep.... how about we play a game?" he suggested, sounding excited about it - which was probably a bad sign.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to imagine the stupid games that he would come up with. "I'm not playing a game with you, it'll be something like a strip game, or something else crude that's going to involve you seeing me na**d," I said, frowning and pouting.

He laughed and gripped hold of my pouty bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. "Don't pout, Angel. If the wind changes you'll get stuck like that," he joked, running his thumb along my lip. The movement made my mouth water for some reason. I stuck out my tongue and licked his thumb jokingly, expecting him to pull away and say it was disgusting. He didn't. Instead, he made a little moan in the back of his throat. The sound made something deep inside me tingle and throb.

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips were a few millimeters away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing, but it wasn't the usual fear I had, it was because I wanted him to kiss me. He seemed to be waiting for me to give him a sign to say it was OK. I gulped and closed the distance, pressing my lips to his lightly. It felt like he gave me a shock, my body started to tingle and throb with the need for him to touch me. A thousand butterflies seemed to take flight in my stomach, but I knew it wasn't because of the alcohol.

He responded immediately, pulling me closer to him and running his hands down my back. I raised my arms and put them around his neck, tangling my fingers into his silky brown hair. His lips were soft and fit perfectly with mine. He sucked lightly on my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, not really knowing what to expect from my first proper kiss. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and massaged mine slowly, tenderly. The taste of him was amazing as he explored my entire mouth; my whole body was burning, wanting more.