Know When to Hold Him by Lindsay Emory Read Free Book Online

Plot foiled. These weren’t screw top lids.
    Spencer twisted around with her beer bottle, placed the top between the links of the chain holding the swing to its frame, and with a smack of the heel of her hand, off popped the bottle cap.
    “You want me to do yours?”
    There were a few different ways to answer that. But that could be dangerous and a tad ungentlemanly, so he just nodded and handed her his beer. She gave him the opened bottle. “So my style again?”
    “Classy. Awesome.”
    There was that smile again.
    “You don’t know me,” Spencer said.
    Liam lifted his beer bottle in a toast. “Here’s to getting to know each other.”
    Spencer lifted her longneck to his with a clink.
    “Why aren’t you playing poker?” she asked him after she took another sip of her beer.
    “I don’t like to beat my friends. Why aren’t you playing?”
    “I don’t play games I’m not sure I can win.”
    Spencer was quick and resourceful. He’d give her that. A woman who could quickly dispose of illegal narcotics and deftly improvise a bottle opener out of a porch swing could handle the simple rules of Texas Hold ‘Em. Plus, she kept a poker face. “Do you always win at everything?” Liam asked.
    Spencer’s cocked eyebrow was her answer. Damn, Liam loved it. Loved her confidence. Loved her calm, cool, contained smile. It made him want to do something outrageous, just to see if he could knock her off her game. So he leaned over, put a hand on the side of her face, and kissed her.
    Spencer paused for only half a moment before she kissed him back. It wasn’t out of politeness. It wasn’t cautious or reserved. It was a full-on, Yes, please kiss. Her lips tasted of lime and cold beer, delicious and addicting. Liam slipped his hand into her hair, the silky threads weaving through his fingers. Spencer’s hands slipped around his neck, locking behind his head and pulling him closer and deeper.
    Fire flashed through him. Her tongue, her lips, her hands on him were a hundred times more intoxicating than the beer he still had in his hand. Why was he still holding that again? He let it drop to the ground, distantly hearing the ping of glass and the fizz of liquid on concrete as he used his now-free hand to cup the other side of her beautiful face.
    Liam nibbled her bottom lip, and when she gasped, he stopped, opened his eyes. Had he hurt her? What he found was blond hair gilded in the pale moonlight. Heavy lidded eyes. A mouth that was full and open.
    He couldn’t deny himself.
    Liam lowered his head and tasted her again, tender at first, then more demanding. He needed more.
    When she moaned into his mouth, he knew she needed more, too, and dammit he’d give it to her.
    His hands snaked around her waist and lifted her into his lap, causing the swing to rock precariously. Liam steadied them with his feet.
    Spencer twisted and pressed her breasts into him.
    There was no way she could not notice the way his body reacted to her. The more she kissed him, the harder he got. The more she stroked his neck, down his chest, the harder he got. The more her breasts tantalized and teased, the harder he got.
    “What the fuck?” A voice came from behind. Spencer’s mouth stilled and pulled away. Liam’s hand reluctantly stopped its excursion up the outside of a perfect, smooth thigh.
    “Go away,” Liam commanded.
    “Believe me, I want to,” JT said. “But I might have to beat you up first.”
    “Go away,” Spencer echoed Liam’s command, breathless. But even as she said it, she was sliding off Liam’s lap.
    His body ached with the loss of her sweet weight on his.
    “You okay?” JT asked, obviously directed at Spencer. Liam could see a slight roll of her eyes in the moonlight.
    “I’ll call you if I need you, Bucky.” There was an answering scoff from JT’s direction.
    “Bucky?” Liam’s question was low as JT’s footsteps faded away.
    “His nickname when we were kids. Meant to remind him that I know where all of his