Page 68 of Savage Temptation

The huge puddle on the floor made him slip, and I couldn’t hold back the even louder giggles that left my mouth. He sat there chuckling, wet strands of hair framing his face, extending his hand in a request for help to stand.

As soon as I placed my hand in his, I felt a strong pull, making me fall right on top of him. Liam rolled us around, my back landing right in that puddle while he spread my legs and placed himself between them.

If I was wet before, I was completely drenched now. The white t-shirt he had lent me was now transparent, my nipples hardened by the cold water and the notion that Liam was pressed up against me.

Suddenly, he lost his smile, his eyes darting down my body while he held my hands above my head.

“My clothes definitely look better on you.” His voice was low, hitting right on the sweet spot where I felt him hardening against me.

Liam’s lips hovered over mine for what seemed like an eternity, just a breath away, teasing me with their closeness, making me crave that kiss more with each passing second. He stared deep into my eyes as if he was committing this moment to memory, a long pause drenched in an intensity I couldn’t dare to decipher.

He captured my lips in a soft kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored my lips as if it were the last time. And all of a sudden, it was over.

“This might just be the best memory I have in this kitchen,” he whispered against me before hungrily taking my lips in his again.

Lust and passion weren’t enough to describe it. He consumed me with every stroke of his tongue, every thrust of his hips, every inch of my body his roaming hand covered.

Electric currents soared through my skin as Liam pressed his hard cock further into me, his hand traveling up the hem of my drenched t-shirt. Every digit that touched me made me shiver in delight, craving more of this new addiction.

He suddenly broke the kiss again before his hand reached my breast. The heavy pants escaping his mouth told me he needed all his self-control and then some to be able to stop where this was heading.

He took a few moments to gather his breath, swallowing dryly and shutting his eyes tightly before he was able to speak.

“We should get you out of those wet clothes before you get sick.” He said, standing up and helping me to my feet. I looked at him puzzled, not understanding why he felt the need to stop things from taking the course they obviously were.

He saw the uneasiness in my eyes and cupped my cheek, holding my face in place.

“We need to talk before anything else happens. I don’t want to repeat my mistakes.”

Chapter 19

Liam

I ate every delicious moan that came from Jamie’s lips, and each new one made my hunger for her grow wilder. My wet clothes clinging to her body had sent me overboard, but I needed to control my impulses. And damn was it hard.

I wanted to claim her right there, take my time savoring this incredible creature that was trapped beneath me, her pleading eyes glazed with lust, a weakness that damn near had me breaking my own resolution. Again.

I was never this weak to keep my word, but promises were like pillars made of sand when it came to being away from her.

But there was no way I could falter this time. I knew I was lost when I felt like someone had sunk their fist in my chest and pulled out my heart in one swift move as soon as I saw Matt’s tongue down her throat. Wanting to kill my own brother was enough to tell me that this girl wasn’t just a fresh piece of ass I wanted to fuck and chuck.

I wanted more, and with Jamie I wanted it all.

For that to happen, she had to meet the real me. There were things she needed to know before I took her forever. My demons were dark and I couldn’t keep them under the rug forever. More so, Jamie deserves honesty.

I was all in, and once I realized that, a huge weight lifted from my shoulders. My shield came tumbling down. Better yet, she had smashed it into pieces, and I could finally be myself with the woman who’d reached a part of me I thought was dead.

I didn’t want to take advantage of her even though my cock pleaded to be buried so deep inside her that her body would mold to my shape. I didn’t want her to get into something she knew nothing about. So I slammed my foot on the brakes using all the strength I could harvest.

The confusion was clear in her eyes since my words weren’t matching the hard erection I’d been pushing into her while I kissed her on my kitchen floor.

Last night, while having her nested in my arms, I had played out what I’d say to her over and over, how I’d explain who and what I was, but there was no version of this conversation that could ever sound good.

In every one of those versions, I saw Jamie running for the hills.

I set out another t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants for her to wear and left the room to give Jamie some privacy. After about ten minutes she still hadn’t come out.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” I asked, knocking on the door.

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