Page 14 of Begin Again, Part 2

"Goodness, you're impossible!" Eden was tempted to jab him in the ribs with her elbow. But she was an educated person. She didn't use violence. Lucy was her only moment of weakness and infamy. Never again.

"This feels like home," he added, nudging closer, leaving her painfully aware of his erection on her ass. She fell silent, wondering why he didn't just take her like he said he wanted to. Maybe he didn't want her as badly as he claimed. Or maybe he was still painfully anxious and terrified of a repeat of their last attempt.

"Can you stop moving?" Liam mumbled, pinning her in place. "You have no idea the level of self-control it's taking me not to bury myself deep inside you right now."

"Why don't you?" she asked, genuinely wanting to understand his motivation. Or lack of.

Liam flipped her over, and in a heartbeat, he was on top of her, his face taut with hunger as his eyes scanned her lips. Eden held her breath, convinced he was about to ravish her right there and then.

Surprisingly, when he lowered his head, and his mouth found hers, he was gentle as he kissed her slowly.

"Because Aiden is sleeping. I have to respect the man of the house," he whispered as he fell back on the couch.

Eden touched her chest, convinced Cupid had just shot an arrow through her heart again. Twice for the same man. And she knew then she was in trouble for sure. There was no way her life would ever be the same again after his words.

"I have back-to-back meetings in the morning, and an important pitch in the afternoon, so I need all the rest I can get. Can I sleep now?"

"The pitch—Is it the off-site meeting you mentioned?" Eden asked. "I thought we were meeting Linda."

Liam pulled her closer and kissed her temple. "I told you, there's no need to come with me to see Linda anymore."

"But—"

"Hush now," he growled. "Can you please close your eyes or let me sleep at least?"

"For two hours," Eden said, trailing circles on his hand.

"It's more than enough."

She felt his smirk on her neck, and her toes curled as her mouth stretched in a contented smile, praying he couldn't hear her heart skip out of control because she was enjoying being in his arms way more than she should, especially after he'd pulled a Houdini on her. She shouldn't have given in to him so easily. But she could only blame her body for that.

Traitor body, she thought as she snuggled even closer to him and shut her eyes.

Chapter

Five

PUSH HIS BUTTONS

Like clockwork and still mildly inebriated, Liam's brain nudged him awake sometime after 3:00 AM. But unlike all the other times in the past when he'd jolt out of sleep, ready to tackle his day, today he woke up parched, convinced he'd been dead for more than a century.

Every part of his body ached, plus he had a banger of a headache.

He groaned as he opened his eyes and saw luscious brown hair fanned out over his arm.

Eden. His hell. His paradise. Why was she at his house? Did he drunk call her? And did she come to him? Did she leave the lawyer for him?

He remembered their phone call, but everything after that was a little murky.

"You're awake." Eden stirred and squinted at him. Even in the dark, she was beautiful, and her eyes were all the more mesmerising when they weren't hidden behind her glasses.

"Are you hungover?" She purred sleepily on his neck as she nestled closer. "Well, I don't have a hangover cure."

Of course, she didn't have a hangover cure. Why would she? It was his house, and Dave would make him one of his nasty concoctions real fast anyway.

"There's aspirin in the bathroom, but I'm not getting it for you," she carried on, clutching the front of his shirt...His Burberry shirt! God, did she have something against Burberry or what? Why did she always have to ruin his limited edition pieces? She'd done the same shit with his blazer.

He gently took her hand and kissed it before dropping it on the couch. He didn't care what they did last night—he had a vague recollection. But what the hell made her think she could order him around? And what the hell was wrong with this couch? It was too soft, too comfy, and—

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