“My God. What are you doing here?”
“Isn’t it me who should be asking that? You are in my bed.”
Her eyes widened more. “What?” She shook her head. “No, this is…” Then she bit her lip.
But she didn’t have to finish the sentence. He knew what she was going to say.
This is Del’s room.
Fuck, she was here to be with Del.
But now that he’d tasted her lips again … felt her soft body against his … he couldn’t give up. He loved her, and the way she’d responded to him …
In his heart, he believed she still loved him.
Even if he was wrong and it was just lust, that was enough for now. Given a chance, surely he could convince her to love him again.
He had to try.
“I have to go,” she said, trying to wriggle away, but he wouldn’t release her.
“I don’t want you to go.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” she huffed.
He smiled. “On the contrary. So far it’s been very good.” He curled his fingers around her head and drew her close, then captured her lips. Before she could protest, he plunged his tongue deep and swirled inside. His other hand stroked down her back to just above the curve of her luscious ass, and pulled her tighter to his body. His cock, rock hard and aching, pressed against her.
As he kissed her with fiery passion, the stiffness in her body ebbed and soon her soft curves were undulating against him as her mouth moved with his. As her sweet tongue slid inside his mouth, he moaned in delight.
“God, Abi, you can’t imagine how much I’ve missed this.”
* * *
Abi knew she shouldn’t be doing this. That allowing herself to fall prey to their seething sexual attraction wouldn’t do either of them any good.
Because having sex with him wouldn’t magically solve the problems between them.
But as much as she knew this wasn’t a good idea, she couldn’t help herself. Their sexual chemistry was potent. And mind-numbing. When she was in his arms, she couldn’t think straight.
Weakness drained her resolve and she arched against him, her arms gliding around his neck. He smiled, then found her lips again. Her pulse raced as his mouth moved on hers, blanking out rational thought.
His hands glided down her shoulders, then around her back and he pulled her closer. Her breasts crushed against him, her tight nipples practically drilling holes through his broad chest.
“Tell me you want me, kitten. I want to hear you say it.”
“I do, Liam. I want you so badly.”
It was no lie. She’d dreamed of being with him. When she lay in her bed in the darkness and couldn’t fall asleep, which was more often than she liked, her thoughts turned to him and what it had been like to share a bed with him. To feel his comforting arms around her every night.
She found his mouth again. Pressing her tongue between his lips. Tasting fresh spearmint.
This was so familiar. So comforting. So intoxicatingly invigorating.
She slid her hand down his chest. His muscles rippled under her fingertips as he slid his arms around her back. She glided over his tight abs and found his cock again.
His long, hard, familiar cock.
As she stroked its length, he groaned. “Oh, baby, I could die and go to heaven right now.”
He brushed her hair back from her face and their gazes caught.
Shock surged through her at the look of complete and utter love in his eyes. He smiled, his eyes glowing, and he kissed her again.
But this time she couldn’t breathe. Panic washed through her as she realized that’s what she wanted. For him to look at her like that. Love glowing in his eyes. Ready to admit his undying love for her.
But she was only seeing what she wanted to see.
His mouth consumed hers again. Sparks flashed around her nerve endings and she felt herself falling under his spell. Her heart aching with the need to be with him.
God, help her, she wanted this. She was too weak to pull away. To tell him they couldn’t do this. It would wreck her in too many ways. Leave her a quivering mass of blistering emotions. How could she cope with that kind of pain again?
She felt her defenses fading fast. Her resolve seeping away as his heart beat against hers, his lips playing on hers with a mastery she knew all too well. And succumbed to every time.
She had only one chance. She drew her lips away, long enough to breathe the word, “Sunflower.”
His lips stopped moving on hers instantly. Then he slowly drew away.
That had been their safe word when they’d done role playing. Liam had often become her Master in the bedroom and she loved submitting to him. Their agreement was that when she said that word, he would stop whatever he was doing.
He drew back and stared down at her. “Abi…”
“No.” She surged back, slipping from his hold, and slid out of the bed, heedless of her nudity. She didn’t want him to see her naked and would love to pull the covers around herself, but more, she needed to get away from him before he used his persuasive charisma and the fiery attraction between them to seduce her back into bed again.
When she was two steps from the bed, she heard his simple words.
“Abi. Please don’t leave.”
She could hear the pain in his voice. The haunting sadness.
She froze and, her pulse roaring in her ears, she turned around.
He sat on the bed, the duvet draped loosely around his waist, every bit of his chiseled body portraying a strong, dominant man.
But the vulnerability she saw in his eyes tore at her heart.
Without conscious thought, she turned and stepped back to the bed. She sat on the edge beside him and stroked his cheek. The roughness of his raspy whiskers made her
