And when he breathes against my lips, “I want you,” I tell him to take me.
I say nothing when he lifts my leg, placing it over his hip. Tilting me back slightly, he pushes his leg beneath mine on the bed, putting my other leg between his. Keeping us both on our sides, our bodies pressed together, eyes locked on each other, he slowly slides inside me.
“You’re so wet already,” he whispers.
I shut out the voice in my head that’s yelling at me to stop this. Urging me to tell him the truth.
“Because I want you.”
And I do want him. That’s the problem.
I want him badly. Enough to keep me selfish to hide the truth from him.
Because, deep down inside, I know that, if I tell Liam the truth, I’ll let him change my mind. The weak part of me…my heart…she wants him so very badly. She wants to stay here with him, like this, forever.
And if I give her that window of opportunity, she’ll take it, and I won’t be able to stop her.
But I can’t do that.
I can’t stay. I have to go.
I owe my family that much. I need their forgiveness. I need to hear them say they forgive me.
So, I’ll keep lying to Liam, which means I can be with him during the time I have left.
Selfish Bitch Taylor.
Maybe when I get to heaven and kick Kate’s ass to hell, I’ll take my own selfish, lying ass there, too.
Holy God.
Liam is standing outside my hotel room door, wearing one of his three-piece suits. It’s blue, his shirt is white, and his tie is red. Like the colors in his company logo. His hair is all slicked back and parted over to the side. He looks hot and sexy and gorgeous and a million other adjectives that describe how amazing a person can look.
Liam wearing a suit isn’t something new to me. But with the way he’s wearing his hair, the tender smile in his eyes, the colors of his clothes…the very colors that I have branded on my skin in the form of his name…he just looks different somehow.
I lift my eyes heavenward. God, you did really good when you made Liam Hunter. Really, really good.
I bring my eyes to him and smile. “Well, look at you, all handsome and hot.”
He catches me around the waist, pulling me to him. “You look beautiful and hot and sexy. I want to lift this dress up and get down on my knees, so I can put my mouth on your * and taste you right now,” he whispers over my mouth before pressing his lips to mine.
Wow.
I shudder as his tongue curls around mine. He tastes like mint and hot sex and everything Liam.
His fingers skim down the back of my dress, cupping my ass through it. The un-tattooed ass cheek.
I’m wearing the last nice dress I have that I brought with me. It’s white and strappy, fitted around the bust and floats off the hips, and it’s pretty. Liam told me to wear something pretty. So, pretty, I’m wearing.
His lips slow, and his eyes focus on mine. I’m sure mine are filled with lust right now. Oodles of lust.
“But my Boston tasting will have to wait, as we have to go.”
“Oh, okay.” Can’t say I’m not a little disappointed, but I also know that Liam going down on me would, without a doubt, end up in sex. And I don’t want to get all messed up. I look pretty.
“You got everything you need?” he asks, releasing me.
I pat the clutch—holding my lipstick, cell, money, and key card—under my arm, which somehow managed to remain tucked there after his hot kiss. “Ready. So, where are we going?” I ask, taking his offered hand, letting the door close behind me.
He gives me a secret smile. “You’ll see.”
Liam and his secrets.
Taylor and her secrets.
Except Liam’s secrets always have me smiling.
Mine…not so much.
I’m surprised to see that Paul isn’t waiting for us, but instead, Liam’s Bugatti is parked in front of the hotel.
The doorman tips his hat to me as we leave. I smile at him.
We reach the car, and Liam gets my door for me. I manage to get inside without showing my panties, and he shuts the door with an expensive clunk.
I put my seat belt on and watch him as he makes his way to the driver’s seat, loving the way he walks with such confidence and authority. Liam gets in and starts the engine. He puts on his seat belt and then pulls out into the evening traffic.
Liam’s not talking. His fingers are tapping on the steering wheel along to the song playing on the stereo—Jason Aldean and Kelly Clarkson’s “Don’t You Wanna Stay.” But it’s not a happy tap, not that it’s an overly happy song, but…there just seems to be almost an edge to him that wasn’t there before. And it’s weird.
I kind of want to ask him what’s up, but at the same time, I don’t as well.
So, instead, I say, “I love this song.”
He gives me a smile that doesn’t reach all the way to his eyes, and then he just turns the music up.
Okay.
His lack of response and action sets my good mood into unease, so I just stare out the window, looking for a sign of where we might be going, as I hum along with Jason and Kelly.