Despite the fact their bodies seemed so in tune with one another, he knew he’d alarmed her the last couple of times they’d fucked. He could be a willful son-of-a-bitch and the reticence in her gaze had not been lost on him. But it was only in coming with her that he managed to forget himself for a while. When he lost himself in her body, he forgot about his present obligations, past sins, and future mistakes. He even forgot those damn chest pains.
The moment she tightened under him, lost to the pleasure he created for her, was the closest he’d ever come to heaven.
And quite frankly he was better at fucking than talking about his emotions.
Kate had seen right through him the night he confessed his past to her and he hadn’t been at ease since. He’d never let himself be so vulnerable in front of anyone, not since he poured his heart out to his stepmother… and look at the travesty that had caused.
It scared him shitless.
He knew Kate wanted more, wanted honesty and openness. Hell, he wanted those things too. But he also knew if he allowed himself to be vulnerable with her again, he might fuck it up and lose her altogether. He’d already lost everyone who ever meant anything to him. So the primal beast inside him told him to keep her numb with ecstasy. If she couldn’t walk, she couldn’t walk away.
Flawed logic to be sure, but right now it was all he had.
As soon as he was nude, he pumped his cock, and sucked in a deep breath, then strode into the room.
Kate looked down to his crotch, then slowly back up to his face. Her face lit up with strange emotion. Need, it had to be need, because he felt it too.
He leaned over, picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, depositing her on his bed. “Now. Take it all off.”
She did, not breathing a word. Liam walked over to his closet to retrieve one of his ties. Once her nude form was illuminated by the dancing flames of the fireplace he whispered, “Trust me.”
She hesitated, but nodded.
He placed the tie around her eyes, making sure it wasn’t too tight. The deep blue of the silk complimented her red hair and the skin that grew pinker with each fraught moment. Everything about her made him want to push his boundaries and explore hers. He wanted to tease her into sexual submission, to take total mastery over her mind and soul.
He wanted to make her his.
“Liam,” Kate whispered, tilting her head as if to catch his scent.
He spread her legs, savoring the sight before him, and slid between them. “I’m here,” he said, as he licked at her inner thigh.
He drank her essence, losing track of where they were altogether. She tasted perfect, so bloody perfect, and he could never get enough of her. To have her blindfolded, at his disposal, gave him a heady rush that made his cock swell even more.
He glided his tongue along each sweet fold, savoring her. Kate’s body shook and she made a strangled noise. He looked up, ready to encourage her to shout out her pleasure. However, what he saw made him pounce back up the length of her body so he could see her better.
His tie was wet at the edge where it covered her eyes. A slow trail of tears rolled over her skin. Panicked, he removed the blindfold. Had he freaked her out? “Kate, sweetheart. What is it?”
“I got a call before. I think it was Vaughan.”
Fury blazed inside him like the flames in his fireplace. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. In a hushed voice, she told him about the call and that she’d already phoned the cops. He was glad about that, but enraged Vaughan would try his scare tactics again.
He wanted him dealt with. Yesterday. He urged her to lie down on the bed and held her in his arms. Their bodies felt so right together, and as much as he wanted to be inside her, he held back. Even still, their bodies seemed to have their own minds. Each time one of them moved, the other responded. His cock hardened. Her nipples pebbled. As soon as his hand met with her moist pussy, he could no longer hold back. She whispered his name, so quiet and full of mystery, as he thrust his fingers inside her.
He wanted so much more of her. He wanted to take her and shake her and break her, until she was ruined for any other man.
She reached out with a shaking hand and rummaged inside his bedside table, producing a condom. Ripping the package open with her teeth, she pulled it out and sheathed him herself. One kiss, two kisses. A deft turn of his hips, and he penetrated her, thrusting deep.
“I’ll keep you safe,” he promised, murmuring into her fragrant hair. “Just stay with me.”
She clutched his backside and wrapped her legs around him as they crashed into each other, orgasms ripping through them with simultaneous violence.
As her body quaked, he whispered again, “Stay with me.”
Two days later, Liam sat in a wing chair in his office suite while Kate slept, dressed only in boxers. Despite spending every hour together in the past…fuck, he’d lost track of how many days it had been, and despite how much his body craved sleep, he couldn’t seem to close his eyes. Even now, at 2am, it was all he could do to stare out the window at the city lights and listen to the sirens of emergency vehicles as they raced down the Strip.
The air conditioning kicked in. He rested his head on the back of his chair and shivered as a blast of cool air teased his body. Damn. Maybe it was time they put some real clothes on. They’d been naked together much of the time, throwing on the bathrobes whenever they got cold.
She’d given him her body for days on end, had let him do whatever he wanted with her. He’d held her and caressed her, nibbled and sucked and tweaked her. He’d pinned her down, spanked her and mastered her beautiful body with his fingers, tongue and cock. He’d needed her more than he’d needed anything. Although she’d dropped off to sleep now and then, every time he’d so much as crooked a finger in her direction, she’d come and let him take more.
