Free Unruly Urges by Lily Evans Page A

the liquid in my body decides to pool in one specific area.  I squirm, squeezing my thighs together to keep it from leaking down the inside of my legs.
    Christy turns her head and asks, “Have you had a conversation with him yet?”
    “No, not really.  Not outside of the usual, ‘hi’.”  I shake my head in reply to her question.  “I was thinking of taking that step today.”
    “Did you bring me along for moral support?” 
    “I don’t know.”  I shrug.  “Maybe.”
    Christy laughs.
    My eyes widen slightly at her laughter.  “Whatever…”  I tip my water bottle to my lips and take a long drink.
    “Hey, hey, hey…”  Christy puts her hand on my arm as I turn away.  “I’m just teasing you.  It’s actually quite nice to see you so enraptured with a man.”
    “As opposed to what?”  I hear the annoyance in my voice.  I turn toward my best friend with my arms crossed protectively over my chest.
    “Work.”
    “What I do is important to me.”  I know that being a social worker has its ups and downs, but it is fulfilling to me.  There are those times that I feel like I’m making a difference and that gives me great joy.
    “I know.”  Christy smiles.  “It’s still nice to see something or should I say someone capturing your attention.”  Christy looks up.  Her eyes widening just a fraction and clears her throat. 
    “You can call him a Greek god.”  I dig around in my purse.  “Do you need a cough dro …”
    “Who is a Greek god?” 
    At the sound of the deeply masculine voice, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, my heart races, my nipples tighten, and my limbs freeze.  I have to stifle the groan that nearly escapes at the question voiced in a deep rumble behind me.  I don’t know how I know, but I know it’s him.   My fuck me fantasy in the flesh.  Within touching distance.  Within fucking distance. 
    I slowly turn and lift my head higher and higher to clash with his sparkling emerald eyes that are crinkling at the corners.  Damn!
    I take a deep breath and glance over my shoulder.  “Hi.”  Even though I’m not short, I still have to glance up to look into those green eyes. 
    “Hi,” he replies, a small smile playing at his lips.  “I saw you standing over here; do you ladies need some help?”
    Please keep talking.  Please keep talking.  Please keep talking. The vibrations of his voice are setting me off.  I have a feeling that if I was leaning against his hard, drool-worthy body I could come with the sound of his voice alone.  “No,” I answer, I plaster a smile on my face.  “Just showing my friend here my soon to be new condo.”  I gesture towards Christy.
    “Not much to see yet.”  His brow furrows.
    “I guess that’s a matter of opinion,” I mutter.  He looks at me with narrowed eyes and an all too knowing look.  “I’m just excited.”  My awareness of him is so acute, I can’t think of anything else to say.
    “My name’s Liev .”  He holds out his hand and when he does, a tattoo that surrounds his Twenty-inch bicep is revealed to my searching gaze. 
    Not another.  My heart hammers in my ears and it won’t shut the hell up.  “Stephanie.”  I place my hand in his and warmth surges through me.  “This is my friend, Christy.”
    He looks over at Christy and smiles, but his gaze returns immediately to mine.  “Nice to meet you both.”  He replies with a pointed glance.  “Did you have any questions about our work?”
    “Not yet.”
    He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a wallet.  Flipping it open he extracts a card and hands it to me. 
    I look down at the card. 
     
    HUNTER CONSTRUCTION
    LIEV HUNTER
     
    “Oh.”  I look back up into his dark eyes that are currently watching me so intently.  “You own the construction company?”
    “Yes,” Liev answers simply.  “You sure you don’t want a quick tour?”
    Christy steps forward, not a timid bone in her body and I know exactly