the word “fuck” with me before, let
alone promise to fuck me properly, but I fear he will make me forget why
my silence is golden. “I don’t—”
“Look at me, Amy.” There is a command in his voice and for reasons I
cannot explain, I am compelled to comply. My gaze lifts to his. “I do,” he
promises. “And I like the idea that I am the man who’ll make sure you do,
too.”
He’ll make sure I know . This is exactly everything I need to hear. He’s
promised to be demanding and to take me to unknown territory, but that I
won’t be there in the dark. I am so very tired of being in the dark. I wrap my
arms around his neck and make sure he knows how important this is to me.
“I want to know. I need to know.”
Approval seeps into his eyes, heat simmering in their depths, and one
of his strong hands cradles my face, and then his mouth is lowering to
mine. His tongue licks into mine, tasting me, and he is different now, we are
different now. The kiss is hotter, wilder, passion unleashed, and I have a
sense of being claimed. Like I am his to take and I want to be taken by this
man. I want it very much.
Still kissing me, as if he too cannot get enough of me as I cannot of
him, he lifts me off the ground, his hands cradling my backside. My legs
wrap around his waist, and one of my shoes falls to the ground, so I kick the
other one free. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asks, a gravelly urgency to his
voice that mirrors what I feel.
“I don’t know. The right, I think.” I sound urgent. I am urgent.
He starts walking and I bury my head in his neck, inhaling his scent,
and tiny splinters of memory begin to pierce the fog of desire. I shove them
away, refusing to be consumed by the past when I have this man to do it
for me.
I resolve to lose myself in kissing every inch of Liam’s neck, but as
soon as I make a move, he curses under his breath. I struggled to see
behind me. “What? What is it?”
“No sheets, pillows, or blankets,” he informs me, and he’s already
retraced his steps until we’ve re-entered the hallway. “Your boss should
have made sure this was handled.”
“I’m sure he didn’t think—”
“Exactly,” he concludes. “I’m taking you to my hotel, where I can lick
you from head to toe on proper bedding.”
“What? Liam. No.” He shifts my weight and reaches for the door.
“Stop!”
He straightens and he does not look pleased. “Stop why?”
My mind races for an answer, for one of the many lies I live to tell.
“My apartment is directly across from the hotel. I’ll see the staff around the
neighborhood. I don’t want them thinking of me as the floozy some rich guy
brought to his bed for a night every time I walk by.”
He arches a brow. “Rich guy? Floozy?”
“That’s what it will seem like, Liam.”
He scowls and lowers me to the ground, pressing me against the
door, his hands settling possessively on my waist. “You aren’t a floozy. You
know that, right?”
I hate the excuse I’ve made, the lie that is my life, and the idea that it
might push him out the door, that he might not ever touch me again, is
unbearable enough to give me courage. “If you want to fuck me, it’s here
and now. Otherwise, goodnight, Liam. Thanks for the ride.”
He leans back and rests his hands on his hips, no longer touching me,
and I am shaken by how much the loss of the connection with him affects
me. I am used to being alone. I am used to not being touched. “This is crazy,
Amy. Your apartment isn’t ready to be lived in.”
My apartment. This place is not and never will be my apartment. It
isn’t mine. It will never be mine but he can never know that. “I need to stay
here tonight,” I say, and I am not pleased with the way my voice cracks.
Liam notices, too. I see it in the slight flicker of his eyes. “You need to
be here?”
“Yes.” And my voice is no stronger now than moments before, damn
it. “I need to be
alone promise to fuck me properly, but I fear he will make me forget why
my silence is golden. “I don’t—”
“Look at me, Amy.” There is a command in his voice and for reasons I
cannot explain, I am compelled to comply. My gaze lifts to his. “I do,” he
promises. “And I like the idea that I am the man who’ll make sure you do,
too.”
He’ll make sure I know . This is exactly everything I need to hear. He’s
promised to be demanding and to take me to unknown territory, but that I
won’t be there in the dark. I am so very tired of being in the dark. I wrap my
arms around his neck and make sure he knows how important this is to me.
“I want to know. I need to know.”
Approval seeps into his eyes, heat simmering in their depths, and one
of his strong hands cradles my face, and then his mouth is lowering to
mine. His tongue licks into mine, tasting me, and he is different now, we are
different now. The kiss is hotter, wilder, passion unleashed, and I have a
sense of being claimed. Like I am his to take and I want to be taken by this
man. I want it very much.
Still kissing me, as if he too cannot get enough of me as I cannot of
him, he lifts me off the ground, his hands cradling my backside. My legs
wrap around his waist, and one of my shoes falls to the ground, so I kick the
other one free. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asks, a gravelly urgency to his
voice that mirrors what I feel.
“I don’t know. The right, I think.” I sound urgent. I am urgent.
He starts walking and I bury my head in his neck, inhaling his scent,
and tiny splinters of memory begin to pierce the fog of desire. I shove them
away, refusing to be consumed by the past when I have this man to do it
for me.
I resolve to lose myself in kissing every inch of Liam’s neck, but as
soon as I make a move, he curses under his breath. I struggled to see
behind me. “What? What is it?”
“No sheets, pillows, or blankets,” he informs me, and he’s already
retraced his steps until we’ve re-entered the hallway. “Your boss should
have made sure this was handled.”
“I’m sure he didn’t think—”
“Exactly,” he concludes. “I’m taking you to my hotel, where I can lick
you from head to toe on proper bedding.”
“What? Liam. No.” He shifts my weight and reaches for the door.
“Stop!”
He straightens and he does not look pleased. “Stop why?”
My mind races for an answer, for one of the many lies I live to tell.
“My apartment is directly across from the hotel. I’ll see the staff around the
neighborhood. I don’t want them thinking of me as the floozy some rich guy
brought to his bed for a night every time I walk by.”
He arches a brow. “Rich guy? Floozy?”
“That’s what it will seem like, Liam.”
He scowls and lowers me to the ground, pressing me against the
door, his hands settling possessively on my waist. “You aren’t a floozy. You
know that, right?”
I hate the excuse I’ve made, the lie that is my life, and the idea that it
might push him out the door, that he might not ever touch me again, is
unbearable enough to give me courage. “If you want to fuck me, it’s here
and now. Otherwise, goodnight, Liam. Thanks for the ride.”
He leans back and rests his hands on his hips, no longer touching me,
and I am shaken by how much the loss of the connection with him affects
me. I am used to being alone. I am used to not being touched. “This is crazy,
Amy. Your apartment isn’t ready to be lived in.”
My apartment. This place is not and never will be my apartment. It
isn’t mine. It will never be mine but he can never know that. “I need to stay
here tonight,” I say, and I am not pleased with the way my voice cracks.
Liam notices, too. I see it in the slight flicker of his eyes. “You need to
be here?”
“Yes.” And my voice is no stronger now than moments before, damn
it. “I need to be
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