Page 107 of Liberating Lily

“No, baby, I don’t like it. I fucking love it.” And he took her mouth again.

She could barely breathe, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was more. She felt greedy for him. Desperate.

The hunger was like nothing that she’d ever felt before.

“Christ, I’m going to have to stop before I take things too far,” he muttered after pulling back again.

“No, don’t stop,” she begged, leaning forward.

“Oh, baby, I really don’t want to stop but I have to or I’m going to lay you down on this countertop, strip you naked, and take you.”

“You say that like there’s something wrong with that,” she said.

He grinned. “I like that you want me so much.”

“I like it too, but I’d like it even more if you’d actually do something about it.”

“Oh, you’re all turned on, aren’t you? Are you all wet for me?”

Yikes. That had taken a turn she wasn’t expecting, and she could feel herself blushing.

“I, um, well, I, um . . .”

“It’s all right, baby. We’re taking things slow, remember?”

“But taking things slow might just kill me,” she wailed.

He laughed. “I’ve lasted months with wanting you, and I haven’t died yet. You’ll be okay.”

She really didn’t think she would be.

“Now, how about we tidy up this mess and make some dinner? We don’t really have time for a roast or even to thaw anything. Our choices are grilled cheese or frozen pizza.”

“Grilled cheese,” she said.

“Good choice. And you’re going to eat every bite, young lady. I don’t want to see anything more than crumbs on your plate.” He lifted her off the kitchen island. “You go get washed up and I’ll clean this mess up.”

Guilt filled her as she glanced around. The kitchen was a disaster and he’d just gotten home. She was certain that the last thing he felt like doing was cleaning up her mess.

And she hadn’t even asked him how he’d gotten on at his house. About the break-in. Sheesh. She’d just started in with her problems and issues.

“How is your house? Was there really a break-in? And how come you have a house in Boston and this cabin?”

“That’s simple. I bought this place for you.”

“When you decided you were going to kidnap me?” she asked.

“Something like that.” He tapped her nose.

“What if things hadn’t worked out? What if I hadn’t even liked you?”

“I figured you’d fall for my charms. Very few people can resist me.”

She shook her head. “You’re terrible. You know that, right?”

“And by terrible, do you mean terribly good-looking, terribly wonderful, terribly smart and intelligent?” he asked.

“No, I just mean terrible. You didn’t really buy this cabin for when you, uh, took me, right?”