Page 53 of Corrupted Pleasure
He gave me a big smile, and something about it made me feel like I had fallen into a trap. The one full of pleasure and sinful, filthy deeds.
Juliette and Ivy would never let me live this down if they found out. Assuming Juliette could get past the fact I was attracted to her father. I found him incredibly attractive, and somehow, I knew this thing between us was a unique attraction.
“We’re celebrating you and me, Davina,” he grinned.
One of his crew members showed up and Liam was quick to hand me my water, dismissing him. I took a long sip, hoping it’d calm my nerves. It has been a strange evening.
But I felt like I was floating. And not floating on the boat in the middle of a bay or ocean.
Liam brought his own drink to his mouth and took a sip. His blue eyes trailed over me and a light shudder ghosted down my spine. I loved the way he looked at me. It made my stomach flutter. Liam Brennan was devastatingly attractive, but it was more than that.
“Would you like a tour?” he offered. “I want you to feel comfortable on this boat.”
“I’m fine with boats,” I told him. “I spent a good amount of my childhood days on my grandfather’s boat.”
He took my hand in his, linking our fingers together as we headed deeper down the deck. The butterflies swarmed in my stomach. In the past few hours, he held my hand twice, and I loved it. It kind of sounded pathetic, like a little girl starved for attention.
It wasn’t though. It was the effortless way he was intimate with me.
It was impossible to fall for someone so quickly. Right? It must be all the alcohol we consumed this week, still impacting my judgment.
As we walked through his massive yacht, he pointed out the kitchen. The bar. The bedrooms. The living room. You could live on this boat and have everything. Then I followed him up the stairs to the upper deck. There is another parlor up here, but a more intimate one. And without any crew hanging about.
The room was surrounded by glass on three sides and currently the windows were open. The light breeze swept through the room, followed by the sounds of waves breaking against the massive yacht.
Then the hum of the engine roared, signaling that the boat had throttled to full speed.
I felt his eyes on me the entire time and something about the way he watched me made my heart squeeze until it felt like it might explode. Maybe it was the result of the out-of-this-world orgasm I’d experienced earlier. Or this man simply had the most peculiar impact on me.
Ever since I’d first laid eyes on him.
Liam stalked toward me and something about the way he watched me had my heart beating, fast and hard.
I stood still, unwilling to move. Truthfully, maybe I wanted to experience more of whatever pleasure he had to offer. So call me greedy, but it’d been a hard week. It was a good stress reliever.
I think.
Liam’s large hand cupped the nape of my neck, possessive and firm, and lowered his mouth to mine. Our first kiss was explosive. Life altering. He swallowed my next breath in his mouth as he pushed his tongue into mine and my blood sizzled.
I couldn’t breathe. The hard press of his lips against mine stole all my thoughts. His muscled body pressed against mine had me losing all my senses. I wanted more of him. More of his kisses, these feelings.
He nipped at my bottom lip and then licked it, soothing the sting with his warm tongue, and raw need shot through my veins. He slid his tongue deeper inside my mouth, like he wanted to consume me.
And God help me, I wanted to be consumed by him as much as I wanted to consume him in return. Shivers ghosted down my body at the feel of his large palms roaming my body. He slid one hand down over my hip to the curve of my ass and gripped it firmly, all the while his other hand remained on my throat.
Firm. Unyielding. Possessive.
As if he was my magnet, my opposite pole, my body leaned into him. The magnetic pull between us was impossible to resist. A stronger woman wouldn’t yield to it. But I was far from strong.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tilted my head so he could kiss me deeper. Harder. Sucking on my tongue like his life depended on it. It certainly felt like mine did.
Everything about this man stole my breath, my thoughts and my reason.
His mouth trailed down my neck, nipping and licking. As if he wanted to mark me for the entire world to see. Drawing my dress upward until my whole lower body was on full display. He broke the kiss so his eyes could soak in my bare thighs.
“You’re perfect,” he purred.
My heart skipped a beat at his praise.
