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Chapter 6

Harlow

I was still caught up in the aftereffects of that steamy kiss, so it took me a moment for Liam's words to compute. Was he implying what it sounded like he was? That he'd asked Mitzi to come on to him whenever I was around? Who did that? As I straddled his lap, his large hands grasped my thighs as if he were afraid I'd make a run for it. Maybe I should. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry or amused that he'd gone to such lengths to make me hate him.

He'd also hurt me.

"That seems a bit much, don't you think?" I finally asked while staring into his eyes, careful to keep my tone neutral.

It shouldn't have been, but his smirk was really sexy. Added to the warm humor in his green eyes and the hard body that I was sitting against, and I was ready to jump his bones. But there was no way I was going to let him off the hook that easily. He needed to understand what he’d put me through.

"Telling you to stay away wasn't working."

I sighed at his inadequate explanation. "You could have just told me the truth."

"No fucking way was I going to tell you how I felt about you, babe. Men like me don't expose our feelings that easily. You were a married woman, and in my mind that was a big problem and it meant hands off. Working with you everyday, hearing your sweet voice, smelling that fucking scent you left behind when you exited a room or walked down the hallway..." He sucked in a deep breath and released it in a low, spine-tingling growl. "When I sensed that the attraction went both ways, I took measures to dissolve it. I thought leaving the clinic would be an easy fix."

Out of sight, out of mind.That kind of thing rarely works,I thought to myself.

"And then I began showing up here and at the bar," I continued for him.

His hands moved from my thighs to cup the sides of my face. "Yeah. Seeing you, knowing that I couldn't have you, was killing me."

I laughed softly. I'd felt the same way for a long time, but had been ashamed of my feelings. Even though David and I had drifted apart, he was still my husband. But I was also a woman with needs that hadn’t been met in years. Had Liam made a move, I would have been receptive to it. Hadn’t I returned his kiss?

"I thought the Desert Rebels men were known for taking what they wanted."

"We are. The only thing that held me back from taking you against that office wall was knowing that you belonged to another man."

I couldn’t fault him for that. "You're an honorable man, Liam." I dropped my gaze to his mouth, yearning for him to kiss me again. I needed to feel the raw power of his possession. To know that he lusted after me. After years of detached emotion from David, I needed to be ravished by a man who really wanted me. "So why aren't you taking what you want now?" I bumped up my brazen question with a subtle push of my hips against his cock. He was hard as a rock, and I wanted to feel him inside me.

His hiss revealed the power I held over him. His nostrils flared, and the hands against my cheeks slid into my hair and curled tightly. I caught my breath at the sting of pain, while also relishing in it.

"You're playing with fire, woman," he growled, moving in close to my lips. "But I don't fuck married women,ever." With that Liam claimed my mouth, fucking me in a different way with his tongue.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't sweet. It was pure fire, and we ignited like gasoline on dry timber. With a moan, I thrust my tongue against his eagerly. All thoughts of making him work for it flew right out of my head. My hands traveled up his corded neck and got lost in his long hair, while Liam’s hands moved back to my thighs. He rubbed them up and down before pushing my skirt away to glide even higher. We both moaned loudly when his thumbs played with the elastic of my panties, teasing me with the promise of something more.

Yes! Yes!,my mind screamed. I willed him to slip beneath the elastic to where my throbbing pussy waited. I needed him to touch me there, to appease the deep hunger that was rushing through my blood. As his thumbs finally made their way beneath the elastic, Liam fell back on the bed, dragging me on top of him, and then his thumbs brushed the sides of my bare pussy, gliding up and down, closer and closer to my slit.

He was teasing me.

I ground my lower body against his with a whimper, seeking the friction I needed, silently pleading with him to finish the journey. I was so turned on that I knew it wouldn't take much to make me come. I moved my hand between us so I could fondle his cock. The bowed ridge beneath his zipper was solid and huge, throbbing with a life of its own. He groaned loudly when I gently squeezed the thick bar.

"Fuck, Harlow!"

Yes,I thought. "Liam, I need you!" I didn't care how desperate I sounded. I was finally with the man I loved. "I've needed you for so long!" My passion-filled words came out in a breathless declaration.

"I'm not going to fuck you," he ground out in a harsh breath. "But I promise to leave you satisfied."

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