I’m paralyzed with too many kinds of fear and wrongness. I try to speak, but all I can say is, “No,” and it sounds pathetic, even to me.
He says, “I won’t be angry,” but he sounds like the wrath of God. “You can tell me.” I still can’t speak. He takes a step nearer. I’m drenched. He must be able to smell me.
He rasps, “Whatever it is, it will be alright. As long as you tell me.”
I could confess everything to him. Every sin I ever committed in thought or word or deed. And I know it would be alright. I believe him. But I can’t speak.
It’s like a nightmare. The beast is about to eat you. And you could get away. One jump, one step to the side and you’d be free. But you’re paralysed. Frozen to the spot.
The only difference is, now, I want the beast to eat me.
He reaches out. Lifts my chin with his finger. Holds my eyes with his. I tremble from head to foot.
“What are you doing in my room, Tegan?”
I still can’t make a sound. My head shakes from side to side. I feel like I’m about to explode.
Before I can stop myself, I jump into his arms and wrap myself tight around him. I fasten my lips on his. The heat of his breath fills me. His tongue twirls with mine.
My pelvis rocks, sawing my pussy against the thick, hard ridge in the front of his pants.
He holds back. Of course. Why wouldn’t he? He saved me from Aaron last night because he’s a gentleman.
He let me kiss him then, because he’s a gentleman. He’s old-school. Chivalrous.
He’s everything I could ever want in a man. But why would he be interested in a frivolous frump like me?
Why, when he could snap his fingers and have any woman he wanted.
But I want him so bad.
I kiss him harder.
He peels my arms off his neck. Of course. He’s right.
He should punish me.
Now I gush so hard I must have wet his pants. His eyes flash as his nostrils flare.
“Tegan,” I kiss him again. He’s going to push me away, I know he is. I just want every tang, every dark taste I can get from his lips first. I need to feel him crushing my breasts. Feel him hot and hard between my thighs. Just a moment longer, Please, before he discards me.
I don’t care that I’m making a complete idiot of myself. I’m burning with a raging hunger. Like I’m starving and he’s my last meal. Oh, God.
Some lucky woman can have this hero of a man, and I’m going to be tossed away on Aaron fucking O’Leary.
However low my opinion of myself is, I know I don’t deserve that creep. I fling my arms around Liam’s neck again.
Wrapped tight against the heat of his body, I feel better than I ever felt before this moment.
And it’s going to be over any second. And I can’t stand it.
He’s breathing hard. Slowly, firmly, he pulls my arms away again.
“You have to tell me why you’re in here, Tegan. Don’t make me force it out of you.”
“Oh.” Please force it out of me. But I want him to force it into me.
“Did Jack send you here?” his voice is hard. Stern. He’s making me catch fire inside.
I bite my lip as I shake my head. He grips my waist hard and shakes me. Oh, God, I want that.
“Tell me the truth, Tegan. I have to know.”
I shake my head harder.
His eyes narrow. He strides, lifts me to the big bed. Then he turns to sit on the edge. Like I weigh nothing at all, he drapes me face down over his knee.
“Tell me, Tegan,” he lifts my skirt. He lays his hand on the cheek of my ass. I jolt with a thrill mixed with a shot of fear.
“No,” is all I can say. And that comes out as a whisper. I want to tell him the truth, but I can’t make the words come out. I can’t speak.
Except to keep saying, “No.”
And that’s not what I want to say.
Chapter Six
Liam
Of course, there’s nothing in here for her to find. But I know Jack. I’m certain he would send the girl into my room to spy. I want to be kind to her, treat her tenderly. But I need to know.
“Tell me,” I don’t mean it to come out as a snarl. I’m too tense. Holding back is too hard.
But all she says is, “No.”
So I have to do it. I raise my hand and I ask her, just once more. I have to take a breath. The scent of her and the curve of her creamy, soft ass, make me harder than ever.
She shakes and she whispers, “No.”
“Tell me, butterfly.”
I drop my hand. Hard. Harder than I intended. My palm stings as I land a sharp thwack on her ass cheek.