Chapter 47

EMILIA

The air between us is charged.

Liam doesn’t move away. Neither do I.

The lime wedge is still between his teeth, his lips curved into that infuriating, knowing smirk. Like he’s already won.

I try to pretend that this didn’t just send heat rolling through my veins.

But his thumb is still tracing slow, lazy circles on my waist. His breath is still warm against my lips.

I’m not sure I can move even if I want to.

“Still think it’s just a game, love?” Liam murmurs, voice low, teasing. Sinful.

I force myself to roll my eyes, despite the way my pulse is hammering. “You’re ridiculous.”

His smirk deepens, eyes glinting. “I think you’re more ridiculous. Seeing as you’re still standing here.”

His fingers flex against my waist, a touch so small, so subtle, but I feel it everywhere.

Before I can snap back, someone whistles loudly, snapping the moment in two.

“Damn, Liam, you trying to take the whole ship down with you?