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He doesn’t let go of my hand as I scope out the rooms. “Do I want to know how much you charge to stay here?”
“Probably not.”
“I doubt I’d afford the basic level accommodation, let alone this. Thank you for treating me.”
“It’s my pleasure.” He strokes a strand of hair behind my ear and pulls me against him.
I don’t want to say no to him, even though it’s the right thing to do. But there’s something about Liam Ford that is hard to resist.
He leans down to kiss me, and I melt.
Gone is the frenzied race to get inside of me. Liam’s taking his time and drugging me into submission with every touch and kiss. It’s like the air around us is thick with lust, pushing us closer together.
His hands tangle in my hair, holding me in place as he kisses me so thoroughly it’s hard not to get lost in him.
But this isn’t what we’re about. This is a moment of fantasy – an opportunity that I’m happy to indulge in – that’s all. There aren’t hearts and flowers in this. It’s a pure, unadulterated attraction, and I’m good with that. I’m under no illusion that there’s anything more. Hell, it’s already been more than my wildest dreams. More will mean problems and heartache.
I can’t let my heart get involved.
“What’re you playing at, Ford? I thought you brought me back here for one thing only?”
“Impatient for the main event? Lil, you surprise me.”
“Oh, there’s a lot about me to surprise you with.” My voice is low and husky, but I know there’s absolutely nothing that I could surprise Liam with. He’s probably done everything I can think of, and what’s happening now is probably the wildest I’ve ever been.
“Oh, I’m sure of that. But, as much as it might surprise you, I’m not only after one thing tonight.” He leans in to kiss me, but I turn my head and lean up to brush my lips on his cheek.
“I don’t believe you,” I whisper as I slide my hand down his chest to his trousers, needing to keep this focused on our physical connection rather than anything close to emotion.
“Lil,” he growls, but I can feel his dick is certainly enjoying every move I’m making. “Stop.” He grabs my hand and pulls it away but keeps my wrist in his grasp. “I want to take my time and savour you as you deserve.” He looks at me longingly, and it’s nearly the image I’d imagined at night in my head back when I was pinning for him. But the real-life version is a lot sexier.
“That’s not what this is about. It’s too late to turn romantic on me now. It doesn’t suit you.” My warning isn’t just for his benefit. “How many times have I got to tell you to fuck me, Ford?”
His grip tightens, and I catch my breath as he pulls me against his body. “I know what you want, Lil. I can read your body, and as tempting as it is to just get inside that tight little pussy of yours, you’re not going to better me. Anticipation can be a strong motivator.”
“Do your worse.”
“As you wish.” His eyes turn dark before he punishes me with a kiss that steals my breath and all rational thought.
My body is spent, and my limbs ache. After the boat exploits, I thought I’d reached the height of sexual pleasures. But I was wrong.
And worse, it felt like it was more than just sex. Like he was purposefully building a connection between us, and that, in my postcoital haze, is terrifying.
He reaches out his arm and pulls me closer to his body, and I let him, content to have his body flush against mine.
My mind races, keeping pace with my heart, which is, if I’m honest, a traitor, but I’ll deal with that another day. Now I wait.
Liam’s breathing evens out, and his grip around my body loosens a fraction. I ease from his hold an inch at a time and pause to ensure he doesn’t wake. There’s just enough light in the room to gather my clothes, and I pull on my dress, ignoring the other items, as I tiptoe toward the door.
I creep out of the room and shut the door behind me, finally letting out the breath I was holding. Careful of every step I take, I find my way back to my room and quickly pack up all my stuff. There’s not much, and I swiftly shove everything into the carry-on with little care.
The overwhelming urge to escape drives me, and that’s all I can listen to.
Escape and protect.
I check myself in the mirror and ignore the blushed cheeks and wide eyes. There’s a mark on my collarbone from Liam’s attention, but I don’t cover it. I’m sure there will be other signs all over my body. He mixed his pleasure with a scary amount of pain. Not scary because I didn’t like it, but because I did.
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