Page 111 of Pleasure Island

Tears burned my eyes at the tenderness of the gesture. “I should have listened to you. You were right.”

“We don’t need to talk about this right now,” he told me as we came to a stop in front of the bungalow.

Two guards were at the door. It didn’t bother me at all either. Once we were inside, I turned to Liam. “I have to talk about this right now. I was pissed off, frustrated…I drank some wine, and I got stupid, Liam. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Stop.” He caught my face in his hands. “Somebody was hired to hurt you. That’s not your fault.”

“Me being stupid is–”

“Stop it,” he said again, sounding exasperated. He pressed his lips to mine.

Just like that, the fear inside me shifted, becoming something else. I groaned and rose up onto my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Make love to me,” I demanded. “Please.”

He swept me up into his arms and carried me into the bathroom. “We need to get warm first.”

I already felt like fire was licking inside me, but the moment he wasn’t touching me, I started to shiver.

Reaction, he’d called it.

I didn’t like it.

He left me standing in the middle of the floor, and I stood there woodenly as he turned on the shower. He came back to me and gathered my wet dress in his hands, stripping it away. “Burn it,” I said as he tossed it on the ground. “I don’t ever want to see that dress again.”

“Later.” He dealt with my bra and panties, then urged me into the shower.

I gave him a desperate, needy look. “Are you coming in too?”

He was already stripping his wet clothes away, and the knots in my belly loosened just a little.

He joined me under the warm spray, pulling me into his arms.

The feel of his warm, lean body against mine had me shaking. “Make love to me,” I said again. “Please. I need to feel you–”

His mouth crushed to mine and whatever else I’d been about to say just died.

His tongue swept into my mouth, and I opened for him hungrily. He backed me up against the wall. Skimming my hands up his arms, then down his chest, I took in the feel of him.

He’s okay…he’s okay…you’re okay. We’re both okay…

I needed the heat of him against me just then, reaffirming those very things – that we were both okay, both alive.

His hand cupped my ass, and he lifted me against him, letting me feel the heavy weight of his cock against my belly.

I slid a hand between us and closed it around him, squeezing tight.

Liam grunted and thrust himself into my hand.

He slid his between my thighs, and I cried out as he thrust two fingers into me.

He was relentless, working me to the edge mercilessly. I couldn’t fight the tidal wave of want that overtook me. Impossibly fast, I was coming. I milked his cock, desperate to bring him to pleasure too.

But he caught my hands, dragged them over my head as he stared into my eyes. Water droplets clung to his lashes as he stared at me.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

“I’m right here.”

He boosted me and thrust inside, watching me all the while. He went stiff almost immediately after. “Fuck. I need a rubber.”

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