Page 49 of Twisted Lies

That was not where I thought the conversation would lead. I thought he would quiz me about the woman, and that would be the end of it. When he kissed me, I needed more of him. From our first kiss on Christmas, I knew things had changed. I had been fighting it, but standing in the bathroom with him in nothing more than a towel and kissing me, my resilience broke.

Leading him to the bed, I push him on the king size feather bed and slide on top of him. I meet his lips with my own before moving down his chest, enjoying how his body reacts to my touch. His hand grips the top of my head as my tongue swirls against his left nipple. Moving lower, I play with the edges of the towel still wrapped around his waist. Glancing up, I see his eyes gazing down at me with raw lust. Smirking, I unwrap the towel and fold it out. Looking back up, his eyes dare me to make my next move. Holding his gaze, I wrap his hard cock with my lips and slowly move up and down. His moan of pleasure sounds like he’s waited forever for this moment.

Moving up and down, I enjoy his moans, knowing I’m the one that’s causing them. I’m the one in control. His hand rests on my head. His fingers dig into my scalp. I sense him drawing closer, and he pulls away. He tugs me up and pushes me to the bed. I smile as he pulls my top and jeans away. It takes only another second to remove the rest of my clothes. His lips dance over my bare skin, and I close my eyes, letting myself drown in the moment. His fingers run over my legs.

Time ceases to matter as I dissolve into nothing but a pool of pleasure, want, and need. As with the other times, he knows the right areas to touch. The thought of how much practice he must have crosses my mind, but I push it back once more, engulfed in the growing desire.

We may be different outside this room, but we understand each other perfectly here in this moment. Our bodies move in sync, each knowing what the other wants, and fully capable of getting the other there. In this way, we are compatible. In other ways, I’m not so sure, but that thought is easily pushed back for now.

ChapterEighteen

LILY

Iwake the following morning to Elijah zipping up bags. “What are you doing?” I ask, rolling to face him but not getting up.

“Come on, I want to take you somewhere.”

“You had to pack our bags to take me somewhere?” I ask, grinning and sitting up. I rest my chin against my hands and wait for his response. I feel like he’s up to something.

“Do you wake up every morning with questions?” he asks, throwing himself next to me. Bending down, he kisses me once, twice, and a third time against my lips. As quickly as he flopped down next to me, he’s back up, slapping my ass on the way to pack the bathroom.

“Rude,” I call after him. “Yes, I do when I wake up to you packing my stuff. Where are we going?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” he calls out. When he returns with the bag, I get up to get changed. I’m shocked by how young he appears with his child-like smile.

“Come on,” he adds. I return his smile and quickly change into black jeans and a sweater. His excitement is addicting. When I exit the bathroom, one of Elijah’s men stands next to him with my bags in hand. I follow them out of the hotel to the warm car that had been left running.

As we drive, I try to figure out where we’re going. It’s driving me nuts. “Don’t worry, I’m not taking you somewhere to kill you,” Elijah says, catching me looking out the window.

“I wasn’t worried. You don’t have the time to find another fiancée,” I respond cheerfully, still watching the buildings fade as we drive by. He laughs, and I catch the driver smiling in the rearview mirror. It doesn’t take long to pull off the main road and down another long drive.

An enormous house comes into view with large trees pruned in different shapes and animals. My jaw hits the car floor at the beauty of the house. Before I can comprehend, Elijah has slipped out of the car. He’s opening my door and holding out his hand for me to join him. Stepping out, he draws me up the stairs and through the large front door. Stepping inside, we walk into a large entranceway. A chandelier illuminates the room. The floors are wood and seem to go on forever. From what I’ve seen so far, it appears to be furnished. I twist around to look at all the space and openness.

“What do you think?” he asks, following me from room to room.

“It’s something else. Breathtaking.” And it is. It’s large, but at the same time, it feels livable. I could see children running around playing.Where the hell did that thought come from?No. No children. Do not need to be thinking of children. Except Becky. That’s right. Becky would love it. I’ll picture her here.

“I agree. That’s why I bought it two days ago,” he states, drawing me into the large eat-in kitchen. “I was getting sick of the hotel. This will be the perfect spot to live—both for size and location. I’m glad you like it. I was worried you would think it too large.”

“I mean, it is huge. But it’s not obnoxious, or at least not as much as…home.”

“Glad you like it.” He grins excitably and my heart races at his words. Like a kid on Christmas wanting to show all their new toys, he leads me into every room.

“When did you find this place?” I ask as he leads me outside.

“I’ve been buying land and buildings slowly over the years. Under fake names. I’ve only now been able to see most of them in person. This one I bought two days ago.”

“How long have you been planning your return?” I ask as we circle the pool.

“Since the day everything was taken. The moment they killed my father and lit the match, I started making plans. I know what I needed was an opportunity. Being dead gave me plenty of time.”

“What do you want to do now?” I ask.

I’m disappointed to see his grin vanish as he answers. “Well, I need to make calls. That will take me into the late afternoon. But I’m glad you got to see the house. I’ll let you get settled in,” he states, walking around the edge of the pool. Leaping forward, I grab his arm, stopping him.

“Oh, come on. You just got into the house. There has to be something better than calls. Live a little. You did say you were dead a while. Why not enjoy life a little?”

“What did you have in mind?” he asks, leaning down. I smile as his lips meet my own. Turning around, I lead him to the pool, my hands on his chest, pushing him forward. He begins to kiss me, and we inch our way to the pool; my hands on him, his lips on mine. With a slight push, he falls back into the pool, but before he is entirely in, he grabs my arm, pulling me into the chilly water. We both emerge, coughing up water.

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