Page 59 of Dublin's Danger Dancer

“Why do I feel it is something you didn’t tell me?”

“There’s something I can’t tell you about Harry’s death because I promised someone I wouldn’t. But," he pauses and looks up to the sky, “if I’m lying, may God strike me down right here and now. I didn’t hurt her Ciara. I had no reason to hurt her.”

“So if you have reason to hurt a woman, you would hurt her?”

Liam exhales deeply shifting underneath me. My question has quelled his erection.

“I get it. Trust no one. Never be hurt. I wasn’t in care. But I would have been better off if I was.”

“You don’t know that life, so you can’t say that.” I say.

“You don’t know what it was like growing up with my da. So we’re both fucked up. And yes, if there’s a need to hurt a woman, if she has stolen from me, I have to. You know the world I live in. I have a reputation to maintain. If I let someone get away with something. I’ll lose control.”

“But you didn’t hurt Harriet?”

“You know how much and for how long I’ve been completely and utterly infatuated with you. And I would probably say anything right now to have you. But I swear on my life, I didn’t hurt her.”

My lips smash into Liam’s. His stubble scraps my chin as my tongue works harder against his.

He pulls me on top of him in the bath. His cock is rock hard and twitching. His thumb circles my clit and his finger drives into me. He pushes his fingers deeper inside me and I scream as he holds me in place.

He moaned low, his abs twitching. “I want you more than anything. And I can feel you want me. Say it.”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek as the pressure builds. He kneads my G-spot in the exact way I need it as pressure rushes out of me and he holds me quivering against his chest.

“I…I” tears prickle at my eyes and start to roll down my cheek.

“Hey,” he says, his fingers floating up to the foamy surface. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just not ready,” I say. “I really don’t want to disappoint you. You’ve gone to so much trouble.”

Liam inhales and tightens his arms around me.

“Let’s just cuddle in the bath. And then watch a movie. I can wait to be with you.” He steps out of the bath, dripping all over the gleaming marble floor. He grabs a robe for me and offers me his hand.

As I step out of the bath, he pushes my arms into the fluffy white robe so gently it’s as if his afraid any pressure in his touch will reduce me into the puddle dripping from him.

He pulls me in and plants a kiss on top of my forehead. Except he doesn’t let go. His mouth stays glued to my forehead.

Eventually I pull back. He inhales deeply and draws the cord of the dressing gown tightly around my waist, so tightly I wonder if he thinks this is the only way of keeping me together.

He picks up a towel and wraps it around my shoulders.

“Come, let’s watch a movie in bed.” He says wrapping a towel around his waist.

I silently follow him to the bed.

Before I can even sit down, his tearing back the cover and lifting me into the bed. He pushes the duvet under my sides and puffs up the pillows behind me.

“Are you going to braid my hair next?” I ask.

“If you want me to?” He says smiling sweetly. “I could do it while we could watch Casablanca. Since we are in Morocco.”

“Casablanca yes. Hair braiding no.” I say.

He hops in the bed next to me, remote control in hand as he scrolls to Casablanca and presses play.

The black and white credits start to roll over the outline of the African continent. The camera zooms in on Morocco while heavy drum rolls fill the room.

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