Page 46 of Perfect Liar

“No more, Will.”

“I’ll give you what you want, baby.”

He pushed his erection against the soft space between my thighs. I reached for it, but he caught my hand and kissed my fingers before confining my hands above my head.

I wanted him. All of him.

“I—”

He shut my mouth with his. Need burned in his eyes when he pulled back from the kiss.

“It’s not the place, but soon. And Elle, you must be sure you know how it’ll be with me. There’ll be no going back for you.”

“Will—”

“—hear me out.”

He pressed his lips to mine, dragged his mouth to my ear.

“I want you to understand me clearly. When I say you’re mine, it means I’ll take everything from you. It means you belong to me. And remember, Elle…I’m the bad guy, not your good cop. This is your chance to say no. Your choice. I’ll always protect you, but if I can’t have you, I’ll keep my distance.”

I dragged my fingers over his jawline, scratching through his scruffy beard.

“I’ve never had a real connection with anyone, but when I’m with you, something happens to me. You know how you say you always win?”

I quickly covered his mouth with my hand.

“Don’t answer. I know you always win. Well, you should know something about me. I always know what I want, Will. I’ll do without…I’ll suffer…pay a higher price…if that’s what it takes to have exactly what I want. So like I said earlier, I want only you.”

He stared into my eyes, seeking, finding, approving.

Finally, he bowed his head. That movement of his head, it was slight but also unmistakable, and my heart told me it was all mine.

His eyes swept over my body, head to toe, while he took off my blouse.

“You’re quite beautiful.”

“Kiss me again,” I said.

Shaking his head, he pressed down with more of his weight.

“I want to see more of you first.”

I nodded, and he opened the button on my shorts, pausing at the zipper.

“I waited so long to see you, to touch you.”

Then his abrupt kiss burned my lips and moved down to my stomach as he slid my shorts over my hips, down my legs.

I moaned and arched against him. I needed him. Nothing else mattered in that moment. It all made me so high…the whisky on his tongue, his warm scent, the strength of his arms, his hot mouth on my skin.

He took my mouth again with his, whispering into the kiss.

“Be quiet…just this once.”

I nodded while yanking at his shirt. He pulled it off.

When he slipped his hand into my panties and pushed one, then two fingers inside me, a cry vibrated in my throat, but he stifled it with his kiss.

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