AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Liam wrapped me up in a tight hug, and something else unfurled in my chest as I began to relax. The thought that Nathan was alive was terrifying, but Liam was right here with me.
An unsettling thought struck me, thinking about the pacifism that Stone complained about so much. I wasn’t sure if Liam could fight and kill.
But for now, he felt so sturdy and warm as I pressed my cheek against his chest, my arms around his neck and his arms clasping me tight. He buried his face in my hair as if he were breathing me in. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was soaking in my scent, and it might have been odd coming from someone else, but it was Liam.
I raised my head to meet his gaze, but found his lips, soft and pink above the hard angle of his jaw.
The desire to kiss him swept through me, irresistibly, and my lips brushed his in a soft, tentative kiss.
His mouth was cool to the touch and sweet. He responded immediately, his lips parting slightly against mine as his hands tightened around my waist. His kiss was gentle at first, but quickly grew more passionate as our mouths moved together in sync. He kissed me as if he had kissed me a thousand times before, quick, confident kisses that were unexpected from Liam.
As he deepened the kiss, Liam's fingers trailed down my back, sending shivers of pleasure through me. My own hands roamed over his broad shoulders and chest, exploring the hard planes of his body. He tasted like mint and something else, something spicy and addictive.
I pulled away, gasping for breath as I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with desire, and I knew that he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. But his eyes clouded as he looked down at me, shame chasing away the lust on his face.
I didn’t understand why he reacted that way, and I frowned up at him, which only deepened the sudden horror on his face.
Then he asked, “Did I get confused about times again? I’m sorry.”
Regret and relief twisted through me in equal measure. I didn’t want Liam to feel ashamed, so I shook my head just as I bobbed up onto my lips to kiss him again.
His arm circled my waist as my body pressed his. I kissed him first, a tender kiss at the corner of his mouth. His whole body relaxed against mine as I kissed him, his relief evident, and I hated that he'd doubted himself for a second.
I knew what I felt for Liam, and I wanted him to know it too.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping past his lips to explore the heat of his mouth. His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves of my hips and pulling me closer. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, a delicious ache that only made me want him more.
I pulled myself away from him with difficulty. He straightened, his hands still wrapped around my hips.
I hoped the kiss had been answer enough, but I still had to respond to his question.
“No,” I promised him. “you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be, Liam.”
CHAPTER13
Amelia
I didn’t entirely knowwhat to do with Liam now that he was here. It was a relief to have him with me, but it still felt confusing.
I invited him into the motel room, where we had to whisper and there was no place for him to sit down but the bed. He lingered near the doorway, looking as uncertain as I felt.
Then I noticed the damp spot seeping through his shirt at the same time as the coppery scent touched my nose. I touched the cloth gently, and my fingertips came away covered in blood.
“What happened?” I forgot to whisper for a second, afraid he was badly hurt.
He glanced down at the wound as if he’d forgotten it was there. “Ah… nothing. I’m fine.”
Liam was obviously lying, but I didn’t know why. He pretended he was more lost than he really was.
“Take your shirt off,” I chided him quietly.
He peeled his shirt off, and I bit my lower lip because even when I was worried for him, the pure power of his body affected me. His body was all hard angles, a narrow waist and leanly muscular chest and arms. Each ab was ridged and defined. I dragged my eyes up to the wound, determined to focus on his injury. Someone had haphazardly taped a bandage pad to his shoulder; it was done poorly as if he had attempted it hurriedly and with his left hand. I peeled back the bandage, revealing a narrow but deep rounded wound, as if someone had twisted into his skin and flesh with a scalpel.
“What happened there?” I asked.
He continued to look at the wound as if he had never seen it before. “I’m not sure.”
“You’re not sure,” I repeated. “You’re ridiculous, Liam. You don’t have to lie to me.”
