met, so why in the world would I ever think that?” she almost hissed. “And besides, nothing is inevitable, Liam. Nothing.” She was still trembling, but her temper helped her speak. “And, dammit, I’m most certainly not the kind of woman to jump into bed with a man just because he thinks it’s somehow inevitable.”
“Why would you resist? I can feel the way your body reacts to mine,” he told her. His eyes held no anger, only puzzlement.
“You kiss me once and then assume I’m ready to jump into your bed? What sort of world do you live in?”
“The real world, Whitney. If you don’t want me, that’s one thing, but it’s more than clear that you do.” He finally moved away to a cabinet in the corner. Pulling out two glasses, he poured them each a stiff drink of bourbon.
“I’m the one living in the real world, Liam. You live in some sort of fantasyland where you get everything you want at the snap of two fingers. And I’m not enjoying being here in your sad world. I would like to go back to your father’s house now,” she told him as he approached.
Just then a boom of thunder exploded right over them, or what felt like it, and the lights went out. A shiver of fear ran through her as she looked at Liam in the gray light coming in through the windows.
“It doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere for the moment,” Liam said, his smile of victory unmistakable.
“I think I’d rather face a storm than face the evening in here with you.” She was surprised, though, when she realized that she’d said those words aloud.
“You would probably be safer,” he told her before setting down his glass and moving back toward her.
Whitney had no idea what to do. She only knew that if he touched her again, she just might melt right into his arms, so she panicked and did the only thing she could think of — turned and ran.
She didn’t make it far before Liam caught up to her, and when he hauled her into his arms, his look was perfectly clear. He was willing to use any and all means to seduce her.
She hoped she had the strength to resist.
Chapter Ten
A few minutes later, Whitney was quite aware she didn’t have that willpower — not at all — because as Liam pressed her against the wall and sipped from her lips, she was jelly in his hands.
Within seconds, her knees buckled and only the hardness of his body was responsible for holding her up.
Whitney knew with every fiber of her being that this was wrong, that she didn’t even like the man, that there was no way she should be giving herself to him, but she couldn’t seem to stop the madness.
After he plundered her mouth for a few moments, he shifted, and then she was being lifted into his arms and carried to the very inviting couch sitting in front of the burning fireplace.
He laid her down and then stretched his body out across her, pushing his hips against hers, making her moan with the pleasure of having his arousal cushioned right where she wanted it to be.
On the tip of her tongue were the words that would stop this, but she couldn’t force herself to say them. Not when it felt so good, so right.
He tore his lips from hers, but only so he could trail his tongue down the side of her neck. He sucked her skin into his hot mouth and scraped his teeth over the point where her pulse was pounding.
“Liam …,” she moaned as his fingers made quick work of slipping beneath her sweater and traveling up the taut skin of her stomach.
“You taste so incredible, Whitney,” he moaned before drawing the sweater over her head and letting it slip to the floor.
This would be a great time to come to her senses, but as his mouth found her lace-covered nipple and he sucked it inside, all she did was arch up against him, overcome with pleasure.
He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, leaving her upper half bare to him. He massaged her tender breast with one hand while his mouth continued making magic with that swollen nipple.
When he
“Why would you resist? I can feel the way your body reacts to mine,” he told her. His eyes held no anger, only puzzlement.
“You kiss me once and then assume I’m ready to jump into your bed? What sort of world do you live in?”
“The real world, Whitney. If you don’t want me, that’s one thing, but it’s more than clear that you do.” He finally moved away to a cabinet in the corner. Pulling out two glasses, he poured them each a stiff drink of bourbon.
“I’m the one living in the real world, Liam. You live in some sort of fantasyland where you get everything you want at the snap of two fingers. And I’m not enjoying being here in your sad world. I would like to go back to your father’s house now,” she told him as he approached.
Just then a boom of thunder exploded right over them, or what felt like it, and the lights went out. A shiver of fear ran through her as she looked at Liam in the gray light coming in through the windows.
“It doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere for the moment,” Liam said, his smile of victory unmistakable.
“I think I’d rather face a storm than face the evening in here with you.” She was surprised, though, when she realized that she’d said those words aloud.
“You would probably be safer,” he told her before setting down his glass and moving back toward her.
Whitney had no idea what to do. She only knew that if he touched her again, she just might melt right into his arms, so she panicked and did the only thing she could think of — turned and ran.
She didn’t make it far before Liam caught up to her, and when he hauled her into his arms, his look was perfectly clear. He was willing to use any and all means to seduce her.
She hoped she had the strength to resist.
Chapter Ten
A few minutes later, Whitney was quite aware she didn’t have that willpower — not at all — because as Liam pressed her against the wall and sipped from her lips, she was jelly in his hands.
Within seconds, her knees buckled and only the hardness of his body was responsible for holding her up.
Whitney knew with every fiber of her being that this was wrong, that she didn’t even like the man, that there was no way she should be giving herself to him, but she couldn’t seem to stop the madness.
After he plundered her mouth for a few moments, he shifted, and then she was being lifted into his arms and carried to the very inviting couch sitting in front of the burning fireplace.
He laid her down and then stretched his body out across her, pushing his hips against hers, making her moan with the pleasure of having his arousal cushioned right where she wanted it to be.
On the tip of her tongue were the words that would stop this, but she couldn’t force herself to say them. Not when it felt so good, so right.
He tore his lips from hers, but only so he could trail his tongue down the side of her neck. He sucked her skin into his hot mouth and scraped his teeth over the point where her pulse was pounding.
“Liam …,” she moaned as his fingers made quick work of slipping beneath her sweater and traveling up the taut skin of her stomach.
“You taste so incredible, Whitney,” he moaned before drawing the sweater over her head and letting it slip to the floor.
This would be a great time to come to her senses, but as his mouth found her lace-covered nipple and he sucked it inside, all she did was arch up against him, overcome with pleasure.
He reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, leaving her upper half bare to him. He massaged her tender breast with one hand while his mouth continued making magic with that swollen nipple.
When he
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