Page 75 of Recklessly You
“Liam,” I whisper.
He shakes his head and kisses my lips. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” But my voice is hoarse.
“Stay behind me.”
Without hesitation, he takes the gun out of its holster and is ready to fire. The sound of the sirens becomes increasingly louder as they approach. Three masked men lay in a pool of blood. I spot three officers down. Liam holds my hand, looking in every direction. He scans the area, nods, and keeps moving. My hands shake in Liam’s as we get closer to the exit. A swarm of officers rushes in to cover us until we make it outside.
Most of the people have made it outside safely. We spot John holding a crying Beth in his arms. Liam murmurs something quietly to one of the policemen. The other officer nods in agreement. We make our way to the back side of the resort, where cops are standing around trying to locate any of the suspects. Thankfully, no more shots ring out in the night sky.
“Clear,” an officer shouts to Liam.
Liam nods as we climb the stairs to our hotel room. Fishing out the hotel key, he mumbles, “I’m sorry, Sophie.”
“Baby, you have nothing to be sorry about. You did nothing wrong.”
He stays silent for a couple of minutes, shoving his hands in his hair. Finally, he sits on the loveseat.
“C’mon here.” He pats his lap for me to sit.
Carefully and deliberately, I approach him and settle down on his lap. I stare into the depth of his gunmetal eyes. He looks so lost. “Liam, are you—”
He cups my cheek and kisses me. First, my lips, to quiet me. Then my forehead and cheeks. Gently.
“You’re okay, you’re okay.” His voice is barely above a whisper, as if he’s speaking more to himself. He swallows and then says, “When I heard the gunshots, all I could think about was getting to you. I was so fucking scared I’d find you in a pool of bl-blood.” He chokes on the last words. I’ve never seen Liam so fragile and vulnerable as he is now.
The recollection hits me—Liam’s father was killed in front of him.
Tonight has opened all those wounds.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss all over his handsome face, leaving no place untouched. “I’m fine, Liam. A little shaken up, but we are both unhurt. You found me and brought me to safety. You saved us. You know you’re a badass.”
His lips turn up a little.
Slipping off his lap, I find a water bottle on the kitchen counter. My mouth is dry, and my nerves are shot. Hopefully, this will help some.
Liam glances out the window, red and blue lights flashing through the night. He closes the blinds and curtains. He sighs and walks toward me. He then kneels on one leg. “Leg up, baby, let me take your heels off. All that running…you’re probably hurting.”
Silently, I lift my leg while he unclasps the buckle. He then proceeds with the other leg. I curl my toes, and my feet immediately relax.
He wordlessly stands and goes behind me, gently untying the knot of my halter dress. It falls to the ground, leaving me standing in nothing but my skin. The dress didn’t really work with a bra or underwear. His soft lips meet my jaw peppering all the way down to my neck, his thumb rubbing against my aroused nipples.
Liam gently turns me around, walking us to the king-sized bed. The pain and fear in his eyes are replaced with lust. If giving him my body will distract him from the pain he’s reflecting on the inside, I’ll gladly do it because this man has stolen my heart and my soul. And I let him—all because I’m in love with him. I’ve known for some time that my heart will only ever be for him. I’m ready to tell him how I feel. But not tonight; it’s not the right moment.
His mouth covers each one of my breasts, sucking gently, making his way down between my legs. The way Liam’s tongue works me, the way his heat seeps into mine, my heart comes to life. I want to be the remedy to his soul, to the pain that cuts deep within him. Electricity rockets into me as I arch my back.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. This is mine, right?”
“Yes,” I say with a moan.
“Damn right.” His husky voice vibrates, and his tongue working in a circular motion sends me over the edge.
“Not yet, mi bella.”
Gentle kisses trail down my leg to my toes. Propping my elbows up, I watch as Liam fumbles with the buttons of his dress shirt, dropping it to the ground. My eyes follow his hands as he unbuckles his belt, then his slacks fall into the puddle with the rest of our clothes.
No underwear—lord, help me.
