Page 75 of Fighting With Light
“I guess you just got lucky this time.” He grins.
My tongue traces my lower lip and Liam catches the movement. “No, but you’re about to.” I grin and lift up to bite him. He growls and leans forward to kiss me, and I dodge him at the last second. Liam gives me a frustrated look and I can’t help but smile. I love messing with him.
He leans in again and I angle my head to the side, licking the column of his throat. He visibly shudders above me as I grab his chin, bringing his hazel eyes to mine. Liam watches me lean up to kiss him.
A moan pops from him as our mouths open, tasting and exploring each other. It’s different every time. Liam not only can kiss like it’s his job, but every time we do, it feels like he is saying words that he can’t speak. So I tell him my own message that I can barely say to myself. I tell him he is everything I neverthought I would have. He is the man I would be proud to call mine if ever given the chance.
Liam’s arm buckles a little. I press on his shoulder and we switch places. He lays back on top of the partially made bed and I wiggle into his side so we’re facing each other.
His hand comes to my cheek and rubs his thumb over the bone. It’s overwhelming to feel seen the way he looks at me and I’m not sure what to do with it. Though I’m not sure I have todoanything with it, maybe I just need to take it and hold it close to my heart, so I’ll have it forever.
Of all things I’m reckless with, including my own life, I haveneverbeen this reckless with my heart.
I have kept it safe and locked up tight, protected with thick walls. The world that I was born into doesn’t tolerate weakness from anyone, period. I think it’s what broke my mom. I know who my father is, and I’m promised to another who is probably just like him, but I refuse to let him get to my heart.
But with Liam, I can already feel myself handing him a key that I thought I had thrown away a long time ago.
He kisses me again with a hesitant softness, and as soon as his tongue brushes mine, it turns fierce, as if he wants to brand himself on me. To leave no room for any other man to occupy my mind. Well, he’s in luck because no one else has.
Liam Coldwell is consuming every fiber of my being, and for once in my life, I’m not scared of the consequences. Our time may come to an end, but I know my heart would be safe with him when I leave it. I’d rather he have it than someone try to take it from me.
He slides his arm under my ribs and pulls me as close as he can while still ravishing my mouth and I feel the acute pressure of my walls crumbling.
The bell to the villa rings, and he pulls away, groaning. “I thought that was supposed to take longer,” he mumbles and kisses my cheek before leaping off the bed and going to the front door. My heart thunders in my chest with a fluid thump. I lay there for a moment with my fingers pressed to my lips while I stare at the white ceiling.
He pushes the cart next to the little table in the room, and I watch him set up our table. I’m glad he’s doing it inside because I don’t want to sweat through my clothes. The waiter brought a white tablecloth that I assume Liam asked for and he sets some candles on top of it. Next, he sets our plates and forks in the proper place settings. The kitchen wrapped our food tight, keeping it warm, and he sets it on the top shelf of the cart to access it. Once he seems satisfied with the set up, he looks at me.
“I wanted to take a shower,” he says and glances at the food.
“Go take a shower, then. You stink anyway.” I grin.
“I must not stink that bad because you literally licked me.” I burst into laughter and bury my face in the sheets. Sue me, I licked him. I can’t help myself.
The bed dips and he pulls my face from the linens. “Don’t worry, princess, I liked it. But I’m curious what else that tongue can do,” he says with a grin.
I act offended and push his chest. “Go take a shower, or you will never find out.” He grins and hops off the bed and into the bathroom.
“I’ll be quick!” he yells and closes the door. I sit up and glance at the computer that went to sleep a while ago. I’m determined to find the Marín lab where they cook the cocaine, but this is a needle in a haystack situation. I know the odds are against me, but I feel like that’s when I have the chance to shine. Plus, it is one of the few options we have right now to find out more about the Colombian outfit.
The bathroom door opens and steam wafts out of it, making the air feel sticky. “See, I was quick,” Liam says. With his towel wrapped around his waist, he goes to the closet where he kicked his bag. He glances over his shoulder and wiggles his finger. “You can look, but you can’t touch,” he says with a sly grin on his face.
I giggle and give him my full attention. “Oh, you want a show? I’ll give you a show, princess.” He grins and grabs each end of his towel, and with his back to me, he opens it towards the wall, but all I can see is his towel-covered butt as he wiggles behind the towel.
He looks over his shoulder and winks. I giggle and wait to see what else he’s going to do. He drops one corner of the towel, exposing his backside, and dragsit up over his shoulder. I clap and cheer as if this is one of the male reviews in Vegas. Then he turns around, facing me fully but keeping his towel in front of him. He walks over to me and grabs my hand to drag it over his abs then he halts. “Ah, ah, no touching.”
I frown, and he chuckles, tapping my nose. “So needy, princess,” he quips.
I send him a look, and he does something silly with his hips before ending the show and pecking my lips. “Dinner is getting cold, we will have to finish this later.”
Groaning, I throw myself back onto the bed while he puts clothes on, realizing I had forgotten about dinner entirely.
“You are such a tease,” I say into the ceiling. His hand wraps around my ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed before bringing me to my feet.
“Takes one to know one, baby,” he says. I smile and kiss him before we sit down. He pulls my chair out for me before sitting across. “I want to take you out on another date, you know,” he says and unwraps a couple of the plates. I stare at him in shock, simultaneously hating that he’s trying and loving that he is. It’s a sucky feeling, and it makes my heart hurt.
I chew a bite of my beef and sigh. “You need to focus on the competition,” I tell him, wishing I was saying yes instead.
“I know but…yeah, I know,” he says and goes quiet. I try to focus on today, not tomorrow or what happens when the end comes. I take what we have for today and enjoy it.
