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Strong hands gripped my hips, forcefully dislodging me from the nook. I knew Liam had strength, but good God, the way he pulled me up felt like I was being hauled by a machine. As soon as I was on my feet, I fell backward, awkwardly flinging my arms to either side of me to try to shake some balance into my legs. My head was spinning. Another fall was coming.
Liam caught me under my arms and set me back on my feet. I stood there, feeling wobbly still, holding my cheeks to keep myself from puking. “God, it feels like I have sea legs.”
“Here, turn around—put your arms around my neck—good girl.”
There was a flood in my panties, and I couldn’t be held responsible for what happened next. Nobody could have blamed me with the way he was manhandling me, with his kindness and authoritative consideration. I wouldn’t for a second feel guilty about how I wrapped my arms around his neck, stood on my toes, and tilted my head back to meet his lips.
Because he was already on the way to my mouth.
Chapter 11 - Liam
Her lips were as soft as petals.
Nothing seemed to matter after that realization, as I nestled my lips instinctively into hers. The softest whimper came forth, a sound so subtle that I almost didn’t hear it over my thunderous heartbeat. She wove her fingers into my hair while arching against me, blistering me with a lustful heat that felt divine.
It was only a few seconds. It was just long enough to give me the truth about Anita, that her sweetness came from deep within her soul. Selfish people had barged into her life and taken advantage of her. Evil people had trampled her to the ground. It infuriated me to know that her body had been met with pain and suffering at the hands of men who didn’t know how to treat her with kindness.
My hands rushed over her hips to grip her supple ass. Her fingers curled into my hair, tugging the strands hard as my hips sought to drill between her thighs. I would have backed her right into the counter and taken her then and there if I hadn’t been distracted by a nagging voice in the back of my head that said this was forbidden territory.
But didn’t that make tasting her that much sweeter?
A sharp inhale marked the end of the kiss and I stepped away, feeling the grief of our separation with an odd abruptness. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, sorry. I just thought—”
“I was curious.”
Her eyes went wide as she swallowed hard. “Same. I mean, your sperm is already inside me. It’s like second base for surrogacy.”
Right as the words left her mouth, she turned a wild shade of beet red that made me chortle. I reached out to pushher black hair behind her ears, revealing more of the crimson shades around her chin and neck. There, at the front of her throat, a pulsing vein called to me.
Bite her.
I took a bigger step back and scratched my cheek. “Uh, let me call Fred.”
“Right—I’ll get back to packing things. And the uh—things.”
“Right. Things.”
She nodded as she threaded her fingers through her hair. “Right.”
I didn’t like stepping out into the hallway, but I didn’t want to risk being in her proximity. My job was to protect her, to help her have the healthiest pregnancy possible. Kissing her like that was taking advantage of a vulnerable moment, and for that, I knew I would pay a heavy price.
But as I dropped the tote in the hallway and pulled my phone from my pocket, I realized I could still taste her warm vanilla like leftover sugar on my lips. I ignored the sensation as I texted Fred and asked him to come upstairs. Ten minutes later, Fred appeared and reached for both plastic totes.
Anita gasped from the doorway. “Careful. They’re really heavy.”
Fred glanced between us blankly, shrugged, and then hoisted both totes into his arms. She paled as he descended the stairs without looking and headed out to the street. She was still gaping at the first floor after the door slammed shut, and I had to snap my fingers in front of her face to break the spell.
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” I told her. “We work out a lot.”
Her eyes skated over my torso. “I couldn’t tell.”
“If you need proof, I can—”
She squeaked while holding up both hands. “No. I mean, not that I don’t want to see your muscles. It’s just—I mean, I think that—”
“I’ll add my muscles to the list of things that make you blush.”
